The redneck has feelings? (daryl dixon love story)

Chapter 43

Kayla's pov

pain was all I felt as I dropped In and out of consciousness. I lay In a puddle of my own blood as jack and a man I learned to be called the governor took turns having their way with me. I wished more than anything that they would just kill me, but I knew jack wouldn't give me that mercy. He would make it long and painful. I had cuts and bruises all over my body. It hurt to even breathe and I knew it couldn't be much longer till death. I was grateful for that. I would be with my family. But what about my other family? Carl, rick, daryl, maggie, glenn? We're they even looking for me? Probably not. They proably think I'm dead. No, daryl is smarter than that. I hope he found my locket, I dropped it on purpose. He'd know something was up. But what if he never found the locket? I had to have been here a few days. Wouldn't he be here bye now? Realozation started to hit me. They weren't coming. This is where I would die. I'm sorry Carl I couldn't keep my promise. I looked down at my body. The least he could do was give me clothes, but no I was in my underwear and there was nothing I could use to cover up. I just lay on the ground and wait for the next round of beatings or rape that comes my way. I've given up.

a few hours later

I jolted awake when I heard doors slamming and screaming from the room beside me. It was a woman, but the screams were familiar. That's what frightens me. I tried standing up, but failed as I fell back to the ground. I groaned and stood up again using the wall for support. I put my ear to the wall to get a better listen. I also heard a men. Sounded like jack and governor. There was another I'd never heard before and another that was crying out in pain. They were torturing him. The girl cried more and then my heart froze when I heard her scream,

"Glenn!"

no way. It couldn't be.

"Maggie I'm alright" the man yelled back.

it was them! They were here and they were in trouble! No! I had to do something! I started screaming and banging on the door to get their attention. Maybe they would come in here and leave them alone. Hell I'd take anything they threw at me if it meant they would stop torturing them. I heard the punching stop and the door slammed shut in the other room. I icily backed up to the back wall as my door slammed open. Standing there was a very enaged jack and a scruffy redneck looking man who kinda reminded me of daryl, with a sword for a hand. Jack stormed to me and slapped me right across the face causing me to fall,

"shut the fuck up!" He yelled.

i took a gulp and screamed back,"leave them alone!"

He kicked me causing me to cry. I hate crying infront of him, it showed how weak I was. I looked at the redneck looking man who staying away. His eyes were bright blue and looked like they had a hint of sadness about what was happening. He was hiding it though. I could tell though. They were just like daryls eyes. After that torture I was sobbing and struggling to breathe. Jack laughed and smiled, happy with his work. He started to head towards the door when I whispered,

"please don't hurt them."

Jack laughed evily and continued walking out the door. The redneck started to follow. I huddled into a ball and began sobbing and whispering for the one person I wanted most,

"daryl please. Daryl.help me"