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Maggie screamed

Glenn jumped

T-Dog turned away

Rick yelled 'No!"

Daryl dropped to his knees, my name coming from his lip

CLICK

I dropped the gun with a scream, sobbing I wrapped my arms around my head; the sound truly scaring the shit out of me. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." was all I could say as Rick who was closes wrapped his arms around me. I hung on for dear life like a child after having a nightmare.

T-Dog picked up the gun and checked the chamber, "Empty." he states looking at everyone. Glenn held a hysterical Maggie, who wouldn't look at me.

"Merle kept one bullet in case he got bit." Daryl explained breathing hard, "Wanted to go out his own way then become a walker."

"What happen to him?" I begged still holding on to Rick's arm, my eyes going to Daryl, "Please I need to know. I deserve to know what happened to my Father."

Rick took a deep breath, guilt in his voice, "We left him chained to a pipe on the roof of a department store, he attacked a fellow survivor. Right after a walker attack. When we went back for him, he had cut off his own hand to get free." he looked away remorsefully.

"You left my father chained to a pipe unable to defend himself against fucking lamebrains?!' I demanded pushing myself away from Rick anger in my voice, I slapped him hard across the face. "And you call yourself a cop... no wonder you and Shane are friends you both get people killed." I spat trying to stand but between the moonshine and my tears I don't get anywhere. Falling on my hands and knees, I shook with rage. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath my stomach feeling like I had just stepped off a roller coaster. Groaning, I forced myself to stand up. Swaying a bit, I looked down at Rick who had a hand print on his cheek, anger in my eyes before turning to Daryl and the other two men with disappointment, "Did you know as well!? Were you even gonna tell me, Uncle?" I demanded trying not to cry hysterically my lower lip quivering. No one would look me in the eye. "Chicken shit assholes." I mumbled trying to step away.

Maggie stepped up next to me and put my arm over her shoulders, "I hope you can live with yourselves." she says over her shoulder, "Come on Bells let's get you in the shower." We left the four men in the field, all looking ashamed.

"I can't believe they did that." I whispered, trying not to cry. "He may have been an asshole, but no one deserves to die like that."

"Shhh Bells, its ok."

"No its not ok. All I ever wanted in my life was a father who cared more about me then his next fix." My legs gave out and we both tumble to the ground; we stared at each other for a moment before we started laughing.

"You're a klutz when your drunk." Maggie said sitting up.

"One of these days, you're getting drunk with me!" I said trying to sit up, "Help, I've fallen and I can't get up..." I giggle, my sadness gone for the moment.

"Shut it Itsy." Daryl growls walking up and looking down at me. My sudden giddiness is replaced by annoyance at the sudden appearance of my Uncle.

"You're such a buzz kill, Uncle." I mumble covering my eyes with my arm. "Go away and let me be." I move my head so I'm not looking at him.

"Ain't gonna happen there, girl." he states bending over and pulling me up and slinging me over his shoulder.

"What the hell!? Daryl Robert Dixon, you put me down this instance!" I screamed pounding on his back, my legs kicking as he lugged me toward the house. "I'll throw up on you and trust me it won't be fucking pretty!"

WHACK

I yelp at the sudden stinging sensation across my ass

"Don't ever use my full name again!" Daryl demanded as I hear laughing from behind me and I spy Maggie walking behind us.

"What the fuck!? Did you really just spank me like I was a child!" I yelled ignoring the queasiness in my stomach.

"Yup." was the reply as he adjusted me on his shoulder which added pressure to my already queasy stomach.

"Dude, that's just not right..." I exclaim still struggling. "Put. Me. Down. NOW!" Suddenly I'm unceremoniously dropped at the base of the front porch. I watch as Daryl turns and starts to walk away. "Don't you fucking walk away from me!" I yelled standing up. "You dump me on the porch and expect to walk away without talking about you leaving Merle!" I crossed my arms over my chest.

Daryl spun around his eyes blazing "I didn't do shit except go back for him!" he yelled, "If you wanna be pissed off, be pissed off at the people who actually left him there!" he yelled pointing towards the camp. "You're not the only one who lost him! He was my family too."

"I don't know these people, they're not our kin. So ya I'm gonna direct my anger at someone I know." I state putting my hands on my hips. "Where were you? Why weren't you with him like the good little bitch you always are. You had already sacrificed Anna and I for dear ole Merle." I demanded raising my voice.

People were starting to come out of their tents, and on to the front porch as our voices got louder. Even Maggie had stopped and now stood with Rick and the two other guys. I took a shaky step forward, venom seeped into my voice, I wanted to hurt him both physically and emotionally, so I said the one thing sober me would never say; "I wish you never showed up, wished you would have just stayed AWAY! Then maybe I could get on with my life and for once not feel like the lost little girl you both left in IRELAND!'

"I ain't nobody's bitch!" he yelled getting in my face, "I busted my ass to get you out of that orphanage!" Anger over taking both of us.

"You sure were his!" I yelled clenching my fists, "I call bullshit on that one!" I was taken off guard when he slapped me across the face. With my hand on my cheek, I looked at him with tears in my eyes, my hair falling in my face. Daryl had never laid a finger on me before, Merle was the one who always did the hitting.

Daryl took a step back, his chest heaving, the anger in his eyes dimming as the realization of him striking me dawned on him. "Itsy..."

"Don't ever call me Itsy again. You don't get to call me that anymore...Your no better than he was." I spat tears slipping down my face, "You can go to hell for all I care." I turned and ran into the house sobbing.

"Bella!' Maggie called right behind me.

"SON OF A BITCH!" Daryl yelled before stomping off toward the woods.

I ran passed those on the front porch and up to the bathroom, locking myself in. I leaned against the door with a sob as I slid to the floor.

He hit me, he actually slapped me...

I knew I had deserved it, I crossed the line; called him a bitch. The one thing you never do is call Daryl Dixon a bitch. I groaned as I crawled to the toilet, my stomach clenching; I emptied the contents of my stomach into the toilet.

Drunken words are a sober man's thoughts... o god, why did I say those words.

Laying my head against the porcelain god, Maggie came knocking at the bathroom door. "Bella?" She called through the door, drawing my attention from my misery. "Let me in please. It's just me."

I crawled over to the door and unlocked it before crawling back to my place next to the toilet as Maggie slipped in and locked the door behind her. "Are you ok?" she asked sitting in front of the door.

I shook my head as I started throwing up again. "I screwed up Mags, I pissed of my Uncle so bad, that he actually hit me." I said laying my head on my arm. "The only one who ever hit me was Merle."

"Let me see." Maggie moved to sit in front of me and moved my hair to get a better look at my face. I watched as she made a face. "Let's get you in the shower first, you got puke in your hair."

I groaned as she pulled me up off the floor. "Can this day get any worse?"

A/N:

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