A Thief with a Machete

Chapter 12

I stared at the ground as Carl took me to the barn to calm down and talk. When he noticed I wasn't going as fast as him, he took hold of my hand and pulled me close.

He rested his head on my head and whispereed, "Who is he? I can't help if you don't tell me, April."

I swallowed hard and looked up at him, his icy blue eyes staring into mine. 

"He's my...step-dad. He forced me to call him Williams, his last and mine name. I f**king hate him." I said as I buried my head into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and I felt the burst of electricity again. 

I let out a sigh as he put his head on mine and his hat tipped off a little. I smirked when I felt the fast beating of his heart against my ear.

"He ain't ever getting near you again, okay? I promise you that," He whispered into my hair. I held him tighter then looked at him. He stared at me and leaned in, me doing the same, sending a bolt of electricity through my body. I don't know how long we were...kissing...but Shane's voice rang from outside the barn. 

"Carl! April, get your asses out here, now!"

Hello, Deputy Douchebag!

I pulled away from Carl and we both stared at the door. I walked out of the barn, Carl following.

"The hell's up with you? Pole up your ass again?" I said crossing my arms and glaring.

"Don't give me dat' shi', girl. You se'," He paused and rubbed his head, and by my count that was the 3rd time this morning. I think he has lice.

"That man is a danger, and you," he pointed his big gorilla finger at me, "h-how we sposed' to know you ain't like him? Hm? Since, what I heard, you're his daughter-"

"Step-daughter," I growled as Daryl walked uo behind Shane.

"We got a problem here, or wha'? Daryl said glancing over from me to Shane over and over.

"He's accusing me of being a danger, and being related to...Williams," I said, mumbling the last part, my arms still folded.

Carl was staring at the group of people, his hand hovering over the holster of his gun.

"She ain't no danger, the only danger here is you," Daryl said shooting daggers at Shane with his eyes.

"What you tryin' ta' say man?" Shane said rubbing his head. Number 4, it's definately lice.

"What I'm saying, is your the biggest threat to the group. I know what you did. Otis, Rick, Dale...Lori. You've done something to them all," Daryl said getting in his face. Oooooh! Deputy Douchebag just got owned!

Rick had been running down the barn and we were to busy getting caught up in drama to notice him.

"Break it up, you too," Rick said pushing them both away from each other. "April, Carl, go to the camp and stay there until we get things settled out."

"But I want to see the cat fight!" I whined making little cat noises and clawing the air.

Carl burst out laughing and I saw the men hold in laughs, small smirks dancing on their lips.

I took Carl's ahnd and led him to the house, him still laughing and nearly doubling over, clutching his stomach.

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I laid down on my cot, pulling the thick army sleeping bag closer to my shoulders.

The zipper on the tent unzipped and Daryl came in.

"Doing okay?" he asked sitting in the lawn chair in the corner next to my bed.

"Yeah, I guess," I said looking at the floor and pulling the sleeping bag closer.

"You ain't. I can tell," He said leaning back in the chair and staring at me. "He ain't a threat, not with me around or ever. He ain't never gonna touch you again."

"He's a threat in my mind. Something that doesn't go away, just...finds a crook and hides in it until you least expect it, making your life miserable." I muttered looking at him in the eyes, or what I could see. His hair was growing long, leaving almost no signs of emotion in his eyes.

"Hey, I'll protect ya'. Ain't no one ever gonna harm you as long as I'm here woth ya'." he said placing his head in his hand.

"Daryl?" I murmered.

"Hm?"

"Will you stay in here with me?" I asked, barely getting the words off my lips.

"Sure, sweety."

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