Chapter Seventeen🥀

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Night had began to fall, so I had began to make my bunk neatly before crawling in

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Night had began to fall, so I had began to make my bunk neatly before crawling in. I was hoping to get some rest, but ultimately ended up tossing and turning before finally just sitting up entirely.

My thoughts went to Carl and how he wasn't sharing the cell with me anymore. I felt awful for what I said and wanted to apologize to him. I was about to get up to do just that when I heard a knock on the wall outside my door. I moved the blanket that I had put up for privacy to reveal Daryl standing there awkwardly.

We stood there for a moment, not speaking. Daryl was the one to break the silence as he spoke up, "You still want to have that talk?"

I nodded with a small smile. He nodded his head behind him to signal for me to follow. I grabbed my jacket and pulled it over my arms as I followed him outside to one of the guard towers. He was on watch duty tonight, so he couldn't stay inside to talk with me.

As we made it to the top of the tower, I shivered from the cold night air. Luckily, I hadn't pulled my hair into ponytail, so it blanketed my face from the light breeze. I leaned on the railing and stared at the stars as we stood in a comfortable silence. I didn't mind it because I was used to Daryl's quiet persona by now, though it did differ from the one he had when I was a small child.

"What did ya want to talk about?" He asked, pulling me from my thoughts of my childhood. I turned my head towards him.

"Mom. You. And me." I stated, "I don't want a book to tell me who I am or what happened between the two of you. I want to hear it. And I want your voice to be the one to tell me."

He kept his eyes, that had recently learnt that we share, trained on me. It was like I was his next prey and he had to observe my moves closely before striking.

After a moment of silence, he finally gave him with a gruffly sigh. "I met your mom when I was fifteen. I was nothing but a trouble making kid, who cared about nobody but himself."

I watched him closely as he began to tell me what I needed to know.

"Your mom was this ball of sunshine that practically skipped everywhere she went. I had ne'er met someone so happy with life. I went to school with her for one year then dropped out. Since she didn't notice me, I didn't notice her. We ne'er spoke or even greeted each other in the hallway."

"Course, she knew who I was. No good redneck kid with a bully of an older brother. And I knew who she was. Captain of the cheer squad, straight A student, teacher's pet. It wasn't until I was seventeen, a year after I dropped out that I spoke to her."

"I had just ran from home because Merle was in jail for something and my dad wasn't the person to be around. I was walking through town when I heard this girl screaming at someone to stop. I turned the corner and there's your mom, pushed up against the wall with her piece of trash boyfriend touching all over her."

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