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Hello everyone! I just wanted to let you know that this story is going to focus mainly on the Dixons. It's also going to focus mainly on the characters themselves rather than the events that happened in the show. I already have a detailed Walking Dead O/C story called Abby. Please check that out if you are interesting! Other than that…I hope you enjoy this story!

Wake up

Run for your life with me

Wake up

Run for your life with me

In another perfect life

In another perfect light

We run

We run

We run

I tried to just sit there and follow along with the class, but this kid, Bobby, kept throwing pieces of his eraser at my head.

"Quit it!" I turned around and yell-whispered at him.

"Little Miss Dixon." The teacher said. "Would you like to come up to the board and teach?"

"No, sorry ma'am." I said.

"That's what I thought." She turned around and went back to writing on the chalkboard. I heard some of the other kids snicker.

It's not fair. I'm always getting blamed for everything that happens at our little schoolhouse.

Bobby went right back to throwing things at me. I was getting real mad. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Stop it, you little insect!" I yelled.

The class went silent.

"Leann Dixon!" The teacher yelled. "I am sick and tired of having to correct you!"

"…b-but it's not my fault, Miss Bee." I said. "Bobby kepts throwing erasers at me."

"It's not true Miss Bee, I don't even have an eraser." Bobby lied.

"I know, Bobby." Miss Bee said.

Unbelievable.

"Leann, you'll be staying after school today banging erasers outside."

"But Miss Bee—"

"Do you understand? Or do I have to send a note home with you?"

The other kids "oh-ed."

I put my head down. "Yes ma'am, I understand."

Stupid Bobby! I'm gonna get him back for this.

During recess, I wasn't allowed to go outside and play with the rest of the kids. I could have just left, Miss Bee went out for lunch, but I decided not to. Besides, I hate all the kids at my school.

I was looking out the window at them play.

"Check it out." I heard Bobby say from a distance.

He pulled something from his back pocket. All the kids gasped and were envious.

"Is that one of 'em iPod thingies?" Mark asked.

"Yup." Bobby said proudly. "My daddy bought it for me. Said I deserved a present for my good behavior in school."

Yeah right. He doesn't deserve that at all. I thought angrily.

"That's so cool, Bobby!" Someone yelled.

"Can we borrow it?"

"Heck no." He pulled it closer to him. "My daddy will kill me if anythin' happens to this."

Bobby is the oldest kid at our school. He also happens to be the most well off when it comes to money. He's not rich, just not poor like most of the other kids here.

I glared towards him.

At the end of the day, I was outside banging the erasers when Bobby and his "crew" came by.

"Havin' fun?" He smirked.

I just glared at him.

"I hope you learned your lesson." Bobby said.

I chucked one of the erasers at him getting chalk dust on his clothes.

"You runt!" He pushed me on the ground.

I wanted to get up and punch him in the face, but I was too scared. I just laid there.

Mark laughed. "Good one, Bobby."

They laughed and started walking home. I looked at them and as if by magic, Bobby's iPod fell out of his pocket. My eyes went wide. He didn't notice and kept walking.

When the boys were completely out of sight, I slowly walked over to it. I looked around to make sure no one saw me and I picked it up. I pressed the little round button and the screen lit up. I grinned evilly at it and stuffed it in my pocket.

Later the evening, I was in my room messing with the iPod. It was awesome! Probably the coolest thing I ever had! Although I have to say, Bobby had terrible taste in music. There were only a few good songs on it. It didn't matter to me though. I loved it.

I heard the front door open and knew it was my older brothers, Merle and Daryl. I knew they were coming over today and I was excited to see them! I ran to the front door with glee.

"Daryl!" I yelled and ran to him. Daryl's probably my favorite. He took care of me a lot when I was little.

"Whoa!" He picked me up. "Hey, kid."

I hugged him tightly around the neck. "I missed ya!"

He let out a little laugh and rubbed my back. He put me down.

"Hi, Merle!" I hugged him around the waist.

"Hey, runt." He patted my head. "Where's dad?"

"I don't know." I shrugged.

"What do ya mean ya don't know?" Merle snapped. "Ya live here."

I giggled. "Well he ain't here."

"Oh well." Daryl sighed. "Might as well chill." He sat down on the couch. Merle did the same.

"Hey, runt." Merle called. "How 'bout ya go get yer brothers some beers, huh?"

"You got arms and legs." I said.

Merle laughed but then his face turned serious. "Go get us some beers."

"Fine!" I ran to the kitchen and grabbed two bottles, opened them and gave them to them.

I heard the truck pull up outside. "I think daddy's home."

Later that night, Merle, Daryl and I were sitting at the table in the living room playing cards. Merle was winning, of course. Daddy was already getting drunk in his chair.

"How do ya always win?" Daryl asked Merle.

"Cause you two just suck at playin' cards." He replied.

"Nah uh!" I protested. "You're a cheater!"

"I don't cheat." He put his arms behind his head.

"Then how come you're always the one who deals?"

"She does have a point, bro." Daryl played along.

"Ah shut up." Merle said. "I ain't gonna argue with a twelve year old girl."

"I'm thirteen!"

"Big difference." He laughed.

I glared at him. "Whatever…cheater."

Daryl smirked.

"Little runt." Merle said.

I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Ay, Annie?" My daddy said. I turned to him. He was making his way over to me. "What's that in yer pocket?"

My eyes widened a little.

"Nothin' daddy."

"Let me see it." He said roughly.

I had no choice. I pulled Bobby's iPod out of my pocket.

"What the hell is that?"

"It's an iPod, daddy."

"And where the hell did ya get somethin' like that?" He spat.

"It's B-bobby's." I stuttered. "He let me borrow it."

He narrowed his eyes. "Ya mean the Bobby that picks on ya everyday? Ya better not be lyin' to me now."

"It's true, daddy! He give it to me."

"He give it to ya? I thought ya just said he let ya borrow it?"

My face felt a little hot. I looked at Daryl and Merle and they looked amused.

"Fess up, Annie." My daddy warned.

I gulped. "…it…it fell outta his pocket…so I kinda took it."

I heard Merle let out a low laugh.

"Ya took it? Ya mean ya stole it?" Daddy said.

"Yeah, but he don't deserve it daddy! He's real mean and—"

"I don't care what he did to ya!" My daddy yelled. "Yer gonna give that boy back that thing tomorra, got it?"

I put my head down. "Yes sir."

"Damn it, Leann! We may be poor but we ain't thieves." He angrily shook his head. "Get yer ass out to the woodshed!"

My face flushed. Daryl and Merle were right there. Now they know I still get spanked. I glanced at them. Merle was playing with the cards like he hadn't even heard a thing. Daryl, however, was looking right at me. He looked concerned.

My daddy cleared his throat. It was his way of telling me he was waiting.

"Come on, dad." Daryl said. "Don't ya think Le is a little too old fer that now?"

"Can it, boy." My daddy snapped. "Girl, get!"

I slowly walked out the door. At least he tried. I headed inside the dreaded woodshed.

I stood there and rubbed my bottom and wiped at my tears while my daddy lectured me.

"Ya make sure he gets his…podi back."

I giggled.

"What's so funny?"

"It's an iPod."

"Whatever, ya just make sure he gets it."

"Yes sir." I turned to leave.

"Annie." My daddy stopped me and beaconed me over. He smooshed my face making my lips pucker and kissed them. "You're still my special girl."

I walked away without saying anything.

I went straight to my room. I always had to go to my room after a whippin' and I didn't think this time was any different.

"He give it to ya good?" Merle asked when I walked in.

I didn't say anything. I just walked passed them and sniffled.

I laid on my bed on my stomach and cried. It's not fair. Bobby's so mean and he gets away with it every time.

My daddy came in a little while later.

"Let me see how bad it is." He said.

"No." I rolled over on my back.

"Annie, come on."

"No. I don't want ya to."

"Well I don't care what ya want, you're a kid." He came over and flipped me over on my stomach. Then he pulled my pants down.

I felt his hands on me at first but then I felt something else. I hated this. I started crying.

"Daddy, stop." I cried.

"Hush, darlin', ya gotta be quiet."

I laid there and cried but I kept my mouth shut.

Daryl came in my room later on.

"Hey, kid. We're leavin' so gimme a hug."

I leaned up but stayed on the bed. "Don't go. Please."

He sighed. "We have to, Le."

Daryl's the only one who calls me Le. Everyone else calls me Annie.

"No." I held out my arms and cried.

"We'll be back." Daryl lifted me. "Hey, you cold? Why are ya shakin'?"

I just hugged him tightly. "Don't leave me."

He sighed. "Kid, it was just a spankin'."

I shook my head. "Can I come with you?"

Daryl snorted. "What we have planned ain't fer kids."

"I won't be in the way, I promise!"

"Le."

"Daryl, please!"

"No! Enough!" He snapped and put me down. "Come on, now. We'll be back."

He hugged me and kissed the top of my head. He went to leave.

"When?"

He just looked at me and frowned before closing the door. I laid there and heard their truck pull away.

The next day in school, I was able to drop Bobby's iPod into his bag without anyone noticing.

Throughout the day, I felt things being thrown at me like yesterday but I ignored it. I was too sad to care.

One of the younger kids got sick and threw up all over their desk.

"Alright class." Miss Bee said. "I'm going to walk Stella home. I expect all of you to be on your best behavior until I get back."

"Yes, Miss Bee." Everyone said.

Almost as soon as Miss Bee left, Bobby had to start something.

"So Annie?"

Just ignore him. I didn't turn around.

"Hey, I'm talkin' to you."

"What?" I snapped.

"Did ya get a nice lickin' last night?"

My face flushed and all the other kids looked intrigued.

"I don't know what you're talkin' 'bout Bobby." I tried to play dumb.

"Really? 'Cause Billy over here said he was walkin' by and saw you go into your shed. And that yer ol' man came in after carryin' the strap. He said you was yellin' yer ass off."

Everyone laughed.

I looked over at Billy. He looked away shamefully. Why would he do that? I thought we were friends.

"So is it true?" Mark asked.

My face felt like it was on fire.

"No." I lied.

"I think she's lyin'!" A kid named Randy yelled.

"Of course she's lyin'." Bobby said. "Unless…Billy made the whole thing up." Everyone turned to Billy.

Billy hesitated. Then he nodded. "I heard it! She got a whippin' all right!"

The class roared with laughter. My face was probably beet red.

"Shut up!" I yelled.

They all started a little mantra that went, "Annie gotta whippin'! Annie gotta whippin'!"

I was on the verge of tears. I couldn't take it anymore. I was getting really angry.

"SHUT UP!" I yelled. I picked up my chair and threw it behind me. It hit Bobby making him fall backwards onto the ground.

The room fell dead silent. Bobby got up and his nose was bleeding. I was wide eyed at what just happened and felt nervous.

He glared at me. "You're dead meat." He jumped over the desk and punched me in the mouth. It immediately started to bleed.

Suddenly, everybody was yelling, "fight! Fight! Fight!"

I stood back up and threw a punch but missed. Bobby punched me right in the stomach.

I made a sick noise and fell to the ground gasping for air. Then Bobby kicked me in the ribs. He was coming towards me so I kicked his leg and he fell. I quickly got up and ran outside. I didn't know where I was going, but I kept running. I didn't look back.

I stayed in the woods by my house until it was the right time for me to go home. No one was there when I arrived. I went straight into my room and looked in the mirror. My bottom lip was split. I took my shirt off and examined where Bobby had kicked me. I had a pretty good bruise. This is gonna be impossible to hide. My daddy's gonna wanna know what happened.

I didn't know what I was going to do about my injuries. However, one thing was clear, I was never going back to that schoolhouse again.

Everyday for about two weeks, I would do the same thing. I would get up and get ready for school, say goodbye to my daddy and then go play in the woods. It was ten times more entertaining than school, plus there was no on picking on me.

However on this particular evening, my worst nightmare happened. Miss Bee came to my house! I was sitting up in a tree when she came by. I stayed hidden and listened to the conversation she had with daddy.

She brought my books and homework over.

"Why?" My daddy asked her. "Did she forget 'em?"

"…she wasn't there to get them." Miss Bee stated.

"What do ya mean? Leann's been in school all week."

Miss Bee hesitated. "Well, no sir."

I knew I was gonna get it. My daddy thanked my teacher and I watched her walk away.

I contemplated running away, but I knew sooner or later I'd have to face the music.

I took my time climbing down from the tree and making my way up to the porch. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

My daddy was on his feet in a minute. "Leann Dixon! I'm gonna kill you!"

He fast walked over to me and grabbed my hair. I yelled. I could tell he had been drinking.

"Yer teacher just came by here and said ya ain't been in school fer weeks! Ya wanna explain?" He screamed.

"I'm sorry, daddy." I cried.

"You're sorry?" He screamed in my face. "That's what ya have to say?"

He let go of my hair and shoved me forward. I saw him start unbuckling his belt. My eyes widened.

"Lay on the ground." He demanded.

I backed away. I shook my head.

"Don't you tell me no!"

He took a step towards me.

"Daddy, please." I pleaded.

He slapped me hard in the face, so hard I hit the ground. I laid there and cried. I looked up just as he raised the belt.

"No, daddy!"

It came down hard on my back. I screamed. He did it three more times, hitting me wherever the belt landed. I was bawling.

He went into the kitchen. I heard him open a bottle of beer. He stood over me and took a big gulp.

"Get up." He said roughly.

I looked up at him through my tears.

"I said get up!" He yelled.

I slowly stood up. I was shaking with fear. He just stared at me for a moment and drank his beer.

"Take yer clothes off." My daddy said calmly.

My eyes widened and my face flushed. "W-why?"

"Do as I say." He narrowed his eyes.

I took my shoes and socks off first. That was the easy part. My fingers nervously unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. I slid them off then pulled off my shirt. I stood there shaking.

"Keep goin'." He said.

I felt like I was going to throw up. I went for the waistline of my underwear and unwillingly pulled them down. I was now fully naked. I put one arm over my private area and the other over my chest.

My daddy just stared at me and finished his beer.

"Go get daddy another beer." He said.

I walked passed him and into the kitchen. I could feel his eyes on me the whole time. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and opened it. I had to take one of my hands away to hand daddy the beer. I had a choice to make.

I decided to let him see my chest. There wasn't much to see anyway.

I shakily handed him his damn beer.

"Good girl." He took it. He put his hand on the back of my neck and guided me into the bathroom.

"Daddy?" I questioned.

"Turn around and put yer hands on the sink."

I obliged but slowly.

He quickly slammed my head down onto the sink. I grimaced. I felt the feeling again. The one I hate. I didn't know what it was exactly, but part of me knew it wasn't right. I just cried while he did his sick thing.

I prayed that Merle or Daryl would come over so he would have to stop…but they never did.

That night while I was in bed, I plotted my escape. Tomorrow is Saturday which means no school. I packed my bag already. I have to get outta here. I quickly opened the window and threw my bag out, then I jumped down myself. I put my bag on my back and ran. Just like before, I didn't know where I was going. I just ran and didn't look back.