Sorry guys my internet has been screwing up and i haven't been able to upload anything. Hope you guys like thank you to WalkerScuzzie. P.S. i know Hilary might be a little weird in this chapter but bear with me okay...
Chapter 7
Holly's POV
I watched Daryl stomp down the drive to the gate. This morning started out so great until those damn Walkers decided to ruin our day. I sit next to Glenn devouring my powdered eggs and juice; I stand up to go wash dishes when Hilary's scream rips through the house, Rick shoots up and runs to the stairs.
"was that Hilary?" Lori asks I nod and Follow her and Rick. He tries to open the door only to find it locked.
"Hilary are you okay?" there's a moment where we hear nothing.
"ye...yeah sorry. Thought I saw I spider..." she says; I look up confused. "won't happen again."
"as long as your alright Hun." Lori says.
"I'm find I'm just a bit hungover I think I'll take a nap."
that's when I knew she wasn't okay. I tap Lori and motion for her to follow me. Rick nods and heads back downstairs muttering about woman being afraid of spiders.
"what's wrong Hol?"
"My Aunt is not afraid of spiders. Never once have I seen her scream at the sight of one. Her roommate had a pet one for crying out loud." I say
"Maybe it just spooked her." Lori says; I shake my head.
"She also does not get Hungover. The Carmichael woman never do. I've watched her out drink my Irish Dad; he woke up hungover; she went about her day as if she didn't drink her weight the night before. So Lori I know my Aunt is not okay."
Lori nods before looking at the door;
"I'll talk to Rick about it." she says; "maybe you should talk to your Uncle."
I nod and make my way towards Hilary's door; I press my ear towards the door.
"Please just leave me alone!" I hear her whimper.
"do you want to make it worse?" I hear a man say; I gasp. "what was that?"
I hear steps towards the door and I took off downstairs and outside. I run to Uncle Cameron's Pool house and bang on the door; looking up to my aunt's window.
-Hilary's POV-
"what the hell do you want?" she snaps at Shane. He smiles at me before pouncing; clasping his hand over my mouth cutting off the scream I was about to let loose.
"you will not scream or I'll cut that pretty throat of yours." he whispers harshly into my ear; I feel the knife pressed against my neck and freeze. I hear him lock the door and he pushes me towards my bed.
"there's a good girl." he throws me down onto the bed and I let out the most Horror movie scream I could; Shane smacks me; jerking my head to the side I hear the sound of people running up the stairs and smirk at him. Roughly, he pulls me up and again puts the knife to my neck.
"you will say exactly what I tell you or I'll kill that pretty teen niece." I nod as someone tries to open the door.
"Hilary are you okay?" I hear Rick ask.
"Say your sorry and you saw a spider."
"ye...yeah sorry. Thought I saw I spider..." I say, "won't happen again."
"as long as your alright Hun." Lori says.
"tell her your hungover and you're going to take a nap."
as I relay the message I prayed that Holly wasn't near by to call my bluff or shit would hit the fan. I hear them walk away and Shane spins me around.
"Now." he says with a sick grin; "your mine. You WILL stop hanging around Dixon and I WILL be sleeping here. You will be with me fully or I Will hurt those two precious nieces you have."
tears cascaded down my cheeks; it takes me a few minutes but I find my voice.
"Please just leave me alone!" I whimper.
"do you want to make it worse?" he growls I shake my head no and hear someone gasp. "what was that?"
he shoves me to the bed and stomps towards the door; which he opens only to find nobody there. He turns to me and holds out his hand.
"Now. You will spend the day with me." I reluctantly take his hand and he pulls me to him; "I'm going to enjoy watching Dixon squirm."
-Three Days later-
Shane woke me up roughly by pulling me out of my bed and telling me to smile at breakfast. I put on the fakest smile I could as we entered the dining room. As we pass the window I look out to see Daryl standing by a van keeping watch; instantly my smiles falls. I grab I package of pop tarts and smile towards Shane.
"I'm going to read by the pool." I lie; he nods and I walk out. I run around the house and into the front yard. Daryl must have been deep in thought because he didn't hear me approach.
"I'm sorry." I say; he jumps and turns to me, glaring. "I'm sorry for the way I treated you for the past three days; I was being a spoiled brat. And to show how sorry I am I brought you a pop tart. I remember you telling me you liked them as a kid; but Merle ate them all before you got a chance to have one."
I hold out the pop tarts as a peace offering,
"what flavor?" he asks suddenly; I look up at him confused. "the Pop tart woman what flavor."
"oh it's strawberry I think." he takes it from me and begins eating. I turn and stare off into the distance; I didn't even know I was crying until Daryl blocked my view and wipes them away.
"What's wrong?"
"remember how you told me that if he bothers me, to tell you?" Daryl nods, "well... he's threatening me. He stays in my room to make sure I don't see you; making me pretend to be with him; if I didn't he'd hurt Holly and Claire."
Daryl tenses and stares down at me.
"he make you do anything?" he growls; I shake my head and he pulls me into a hug. "I'm moving my shit into your room and if we have to we'll talk to Rick."
I hear someone walk up and I feel Daryl tense even more.
"Daryl I'll take watch for ya." I hear Dale says; I let go of Daryl and turn to the older man; "hello Hilary."
"Dale are you sure you don't want a room in the house?" I ask him; he smiles but declines again saying he didn't want to be in the same house as Shane; I nod as Daryl picks up his crossbow. "see you at dinner."
Dale nods and I take Daryl's arm; we walk into the house and Shane stands up. Daryl sends him a glare and we walk up to my...well...our room now. He shuts the door and walks into the bathroom. Suddenly Shane storms in.
"You stupid Bitch." he says slapping me; I fall to the ground. Daryl flies out of the bathroom and tackles him to the ground. They begin to fight and I try to pull them apart. Soon Rick and Cameron barge into the room.
"What the hell is going on here?" Cameron yells pulling Daryl from Shane. Holly walks in and glares at Shane.
"he's been threatening her to be with him; he threatened to hurt Claire and I if she didn't stop hanging out with Daryl. I've seen the bruises on her arms where he's hit her. That's why she's wearing long sleeves."
Cameron pulls Hilary's sleeves up and sees the bruises. He turns to Shane and began to beat the shit out of him.
"Cameron you are not helping." Rick says trying to separate the two, "GLENN! T-DOG A LITTLE HELP!"
T-Dog rushes into the room and pulls Shane away from a very pissed Cameron.
"i see you near Hilary, Holly or Claire. I'll fucking kill you!" Cameron yells. Rick tells T-dog to take him to the Pool house while he talks to Daryl and I.
"why didn't you say something?" Rick asks looking at me. I look down and sigh
"i didn't want you to think I could take care of myself." I say softly. Rick pulls me into his arms.
"If anything happens again Hilary, tell someone." he says; I just nod my head. He pulls away and sighs; he walks out. Daryl turns to me and frowns
"he ain't going to bother you anymore." he says; I hug him and mumble thank you. He hesitates before wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer to him.
So the whole poptart thing was based of a conversation i had with my best friend Jess; while watching a random episode of Walking dead she's says 'I wonder what kind of poptart Darly likes.' Que the weird looks from my family. 'WHAT! if you don't like poptarts then you're stupid.' i had to smile at this; then my little brother says 'strawberry' earning an even weirder look from us. then my mother countered and said she thought he'd like something sweet (I'm pretty sure there was a double meaning in there which grossed me out but i'll have to talk to her about that later) and offered up the option of the s'more kind. which started a great debate of 'what kind of poptart would be daryl dixon's favorite.
anyway, Hilary a.k.a WalkerScuzzie, i'm hope your not too mad at me for how i wrote Hilary in this chapter but i wanted to show that she's not always the badass she usually is.
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