The Errand Girl

Using your head

Hunter turned back to me and I cringed deeper into the bed, following the childish view that blankets are a safe zone.

"Just fucking go back to sleep before I make you. Again" snapped Hunter, not seeming to understand that scaring someone would have the opposite effect.

I closed my eyes and shakily lay as still as possible.

"Just don't go getting a cold" he grumbled quietly, I could hear a door slamming and sighed in relief. I moved a pillow down and cuddled it close, my wet hair quickly using it as a sponge.

I wrapped my legs and arms around it, I did this a lot in highschool. Whether it was through a major rush of depression or if I was just super stressed. Sleep eluded me as I warmed up under the heavy blanket. There was basically no sound other then the faint drumming of rain.

"Taylor" came a distant voice, my fuzzy, sleepy head echoed the voice a little. I stretched outwards and let out one of those whines people do when they stretch hard enough.

"Finally awake" continued the voice, I blearily looked up at Hunter, he was watching me with crossed arms, his hair uncombed and messy. He was wearing boxers and a shirt.

"Morning" I sleepily mumbled, still unable to wake up fully, he sighed and walked towards the door.

"You best get up, I don't wish to be kept waiting" he warned, his tired and nearly friendly tone turning yet again into a menacing one. I quickly jolted up and held the pillow tightly against myself, watching him warily.

His expectant gaze encouraged me to quickly get up before he got mad, my leg was sore and my body stiff, I gazed down at myself and my face reddened in embarrassment. All I wore was a long shirt which reached only an inch past my bum, I looked at him nervously.

I've done many poorly judged things before in these 2 months, that I've been forced to live on my own, but I don't want anyone thinking I'd do that with... The creepy, psychotic, mutt of a gang leader.

"Be glad I gave you anything to wear" he mocked, I stammered, maybe I should thank him, just so that he doesn't have a reason to lash out.

"Um... Tha-" I began, he quickly interrupted me.

"Don't want to hear it, just come and eat" he said, before grumbling to himself. I limped after him as we entered the kitchen, plates of food already sat on the table. Apparently we're sitting beside each other, I waited for him to seat himself first before I did.

"Since I so graciously got you out of the rain, you can entertain me" he stated, my face heated up further and I looked away.

"You can't use your hands. You can eat like an animal, pathetic and stupid" he jeered, I glanced at the bacon and eggs, dismay filling me.

"What? No hands?" I whimpered, hoping it was just a joke, he scowled at me, making me realise that he was being completely serious.

"Do it" he hissed.

"But I did nothing wrong this time" I whimpered, he scowled at that.

"Wrong, putting your life and health in danger are both things Daryl is against, so it's basically a rule" explained Hunter, not amused by the fact he had to explain himself.

"He wants me to punish you 'non violently' and to 'go easy on you'. Fucking soft is what he is" grumbled Hunter, I didn't know whether to be relieved or even more scared.

On one hand I should be glad Daryl wants me to heal more.

On the other hand, Hunter is probably super close to snapping and ignoring Daryl's words.