Hope || Bethyl Fan Fiction [UPDATING+EDITING]

chapter five

Daryl's POV

After a long night of wishful thinking, the moon falls and the sun rises bringing another day. Just another day I don't want to go through. I wake from my restless mood and roll out of bed after not even getting an hour of sleep. How can I sleep when Beth did what she did? I basically confessed my feelings in a moment of uncertainty and need.

I shake off the thought for the millionth time and find my way into the living room, where Beth layed on the couch, sound asleep. Her light snores filled the quiet room, and brought a smile to my face. She looked so peaceful, so relaxed and happy. I could only imagine what dream was running through her mind in the moment, but knowing the moment she would wake, it would all end and the nightmare would continue.

It hurts to know how much she has lost, and how much it has ripped away from her once happy little soul. A lost, long gone, happy soul. I could never give her what she needs to be happy, no one could. A girl torn from her only living family and stuck with the biggest asshole, ever.

I check all the doors, blocking them all and making sure Beth's safe until I return. It was the least I could do for her. I crawl out a fairly large window and wander down the street and try to recall the way to the prison. Going to the prison would be a suicide mission, but going around and looking near by for the others might be better. Not smart, but better for Beth. If we find anyone else from our group, it might provide a little bit of sanity for her after being with me, alone.

It's not too long before I see the road that leads the prison, which is on the left of me and being very careful, I enter the woods only for me to run smack into a person.

Beth's POV

I'm woken from my slumber by a very loud thud. I groan and put my hand on my knife, prepared for something dead to attack me, but I believe it's just Daryl. Another thud comes from down the hall and suck in a deep breath.

"Daryl enough of this," I say, not yelling but not exactly quiet.

The hall way is dark, which is unusual because of the window that always lights it up. I walk to the window and the drapes are tied together, blocking the window. Ignoring the drapes I continue down the hall way when another thud comes from behind one of the doors.

"Daryl?" I call out.

"Sorry dear, Daryl isn't here," An unfamilair voice says from behind me and jump. I tense and hold my breath. Quickly reacting, I turn around ready to stab the intruder but their reflexes are faster, and they take my knife in a swift motion.

After recovering from the sudden action, I look to see who it is, but only to see a face covered by a black cloth. Very quicky, an uneasy feel takes over my whole body and musty smell reaches my nose, making my stomach knot up more.

"I think you should come with me," the man says, in a threatening tone. "Or you can stay here with the little friend I locked up in your room."

I don't say anything and the man takes my silence as an answer, no. He grips my arm hard and  drags me to the room and stops in front of the door. The blade of my knife is held close to my throat, causing me to shiver and shake in fear.

"I asked you a question, dear." His tone his more harsh and I wince. Saying no, he would slit my throat and leave me alone with the, probably, walker in my room.

"Fine," my voice whimpers like the rest of me.