Lily
The fury raged through her body as she walked home. Not knowing whether the shivering was either from the cold or adrenaline, she hugged herself in attempt to stay warm. Different thoughts ran through her head. One of them was about how much she not only hated Daryl, but also herself for behaving like the bitch she had this year. She should have known that this would eventually all come down on her.
While she tried to calm herself down by equaling her breath, she tried to think about the possible solutions. Did she have to apologize for her deeds? But she scoffed, realizing that would probably be useless with a person like Daryl. But then again, maybe she had to quit judging others by other people's stories.
Lily rounded the corner and walked up to her house. She grabbed her key out of her pocket and opened the front door. Her foster parents, Katherine and David, were probably in the living room. She was in no way interested in having a conversation with them, so she ran up to her room straight away.
As she approached the door of her room, she noticed it was opened ajar. What the fuck?
She slowly shuffled forward until she was able to peek into the room. The rage in her body increased with a thousand flames when she saw who was in her room.
Both her foster parents had opened the drawer of her nightstand. Even though she always locked it up, they had managed to break it open with a knife. Her secret notebook rested in Katherine's lap. Both of her foster parents were reading it, occasionally gasping for air. Katherine had tears on her cheeks. It felt as if someone had just invaded her thoughts. The only place and item that carried her secrets was discovered.
Lily pushed the door open with loud force. Katherine and David's heads snapped up and they looked shocked. "What the hell?!" Lily yelled as she paced forward to roughly grasp away the book. Katherine and David stood up. "Honey.. We're so sorry.." Katherine said softly as she tried to calm Lily down who was clearly outraged. "Shut up and save me your excuses! Leave!"
"We did it for your own good.. We were just worried and-" "I said, leave!"
David patted his Katherine's shoulder and nodded at the door. Katherine sighed and obeyed his silent request. They closed the door behind them, after offering Lily one last worrisome glance.
As soon as she was alone, Lily grabbed her biggest backpack and started to throw all her clothes, make up and other personal belongings in it. The tears were threatening to escape her eyes, though she forced them back by biting her tongue. Betrayal. That's one of the main things she felt in that moment. Though she was also sad and disappointed, mostly in herself. All the different foster families over the past couple of years had really taken its toll; she had become someone she obviously wasn't. She blamed her biological parents for that, for leaving her like trash at a child's day care, to subsequently not come back at all. She was only 5 months old and no one knew what happened.
After she had put her books and pencils in her bag, she hoisted it up her back and climbed out of the window, using the drainpipe and the ivy to slide herself down. Her hands hurted afterwards, though she managed to ignore the buzzing pain.
The woods darkened as time passed by and even though she wasn't easy to scare, Lily was frightened. Not being able to look in the distance caused her to feel panicked. So she did the first thing that came to mind; climb in a tree. Once she was almost in the top, she felt safe.
Hours passed by, while Lily didn't do anything besides clinging to the tree. She would often break down in tears, though she tried to keep her noise down. Her foster parents had probably called the police, so they would probably be looking for her.
Exhaustion and weariness started to take over her body, and before she knew what was happening, she fell down the tree. The fall was only a few seconds and her head hurted very badly. Even thoug she tried to fight the dark specks, it was useless; soon she became unconscious.
Her eyes opened slowly and it was already dark again. She wasn't sure about how many days had passed, or hours, but the fact that the stars were illuminating the sky frightened her.
Lily leaned against the tree behind her while she tried to regain her full consciousness. Adjusting her eyes was hard, because they kept rolling inside her head. Suddenly, a figure in the distance caught her attention. Lily remaint silent as she watched the figure approach her. After a few minutes, the guy made eyecontact with her. "Fuck." she heard him swear as he ran towards her. He kneeled down in front of her and snapped his fingers to gain her attention. "Wha' tha fuck did ya do, girl?" he rasped as she felt his fingers roam her arm. Lily moaned sotfly when she felt the sensational pain at his touch. "I-I.." she tried to talk but failed miserably. "Yeah, I don' even wanna now. I'm gonna drive ya to tha hospital." he growled as he scooped her up in his arms. "No! Don't! No hospital." she blurted out before losing her consciousness again. The last thing she saw, was how Daryl rolled his eyes and grabbed her backpack. "Fine, dumbass."
Lily sat up straight and panted heavily. Her body shivered from cold, yet it was coated with sweat. When she managed to restrain her body, she saw her surrounding. It was a small room with wooden walls. Her clothes were removed and she now wore an oversized tee that smelled like cigarettes and sweat. She found herself somehow enjoying the scent.
When she touched her forehead, she felt a gauze. As she tried to push herself up, her left arm flinched and hurted terribly. Lily cried out. She tried to sort out her memories, but her head ached too much.
The door opened and she saw the person she had least expected to see. Daryl Dixon. He carried her backpack and a large bottle of water in his hands. His expression was unreadable, though it was somewhere between worried, annoyed and frustrated. Lily sat up straight again and brushed a loose brown strand of hair behind her ear.
"I see yer awake." Daryl stated as he walked inside the room. Lily sighed and nodded. "I guess.." she replied awkwardly. Daryl sat down on the edge of the bed and gently threw her the bottle of water. Lily catched it and growled when her arm protested. "Fuck.." she moaned as she closed her eyes. Daryl chuckled in response and shook his head. "Yer really somethin', ain't ya?" he grinned as he got closer. Lily smirked. "I suppose.. What happened?" she wondered dumbly while she removed the cap from the bottle.
Daryl shrugged. "I dunno, ya tell me. I think ya fell out of a tree. Hit ya head pretty hard 'n bruised yer arm pretty bad. Wanted ta take ya to tha hospital, but ya didn't want me to." Daryl explained as he stared at his hands. Suddenly, the memories flooded back to her. "Oh god.." she whispered as she hid her face in her hands. She felt Daryl's glance on her, so she looked up at him.
"I need ta change yer bandage." he said gruff. Lily nodded and allowed Daryl to peel the gauze off her head. Their bodies were very close to eachother, and Lily felt slightly uncomfortable. His hands were warm on her skin, though she sobbed when the wound sticked to the gauze. "Oh don't be such a pansy." Daryl growled as he pressed a new gauze on the wound. When he was done, he focused on her arm. "So ya goin' ta tell me wha' happened?" he asked harshly. Lily bit her lower lip and wondered whether she should tell him or not.
Though she felt like she owed him that, because he took care of her and basically saved her life. "I had a fight with my foster parents." she admitted sheepish. Daryl made eye contact with her for a brief moment and continued to undo the bandage from her bare shoulder. It seemed like he wasn't surprised at the word 'foster parents', as if he somehow had expected that.
His touch sent a shiver of pleasure through her body. She cursed herself for that, especially since no other guy had ever made her feel like that. "So ya jus' go runnin' off like that whenever ya disagree with 'em?" she heard him mumble. Lily rolled her eyes. "Just forget it, okay? Why did you help me anyway?" she fired back while focusing on his hands. Daryl snorted. "What, am I supposed ta leave yer ass in tha dirt like tha'?" he scoffed. When he was finished with the bandage, he distanced himself from her. Lily longed for his touch right away, though she ignored it. Just the heat of the moment, she said to herself while she leaned back into the pillows. "That's what I deserve, after the shit I've done to you." she answered quietly. It was almost as if she could hear him roll his eyes at her. "That's somethin' for another time, alrigh'? Jus' get som' sleep. Tomorrow I'mma take ya back t' yer foster parents. Don'tcha try runnin' off or do anythin' stupid, 'cuz yer goin' anyhow. I ain't gonn' let yer parents drown 'emselves in sadness 'cuz yer too stubborn ta function."
Lily wanted to fight, to scream at him how he didn't understand, but she was too exhausted. So instead she just nodded and sighed. She curled up under the blankets and hugged herself. "Yer cold?" Daryl asked as he stood up. Lily shook her head, though her trembling body betrayed her. "Don't lie ta me, girl." he growled as he grabbed a blanket out of the wooden closet in the corner. He then spread it over Lily's tiny body. Daryl never looked at her as he left the room.
