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Chapter 9- Bianca's POV

Bianca walked away from her older brother, trying to hold back her tears. She had sworn to herself years ago to never give anyone the satisfaction of seeing her cry. She wasn't about to change that now. Bianca had only ever cried in front of Daryl, and now she wanted to cry because of him. She knew deep down that he wasn't trying to hurt her and was doing the best he could, but a part of her still couldn't get over him letting go of her all those years and handing her over to their Uncle. She realized that Daryl hadn't known what kind of man Lionel Dixon really was, but shouldn't he have had suspicions about him because he was Will's brother? Bianca couldn't help but feel betrayed by the fact that he had promised to always be there for her, yet he never even called.

Jesus fucking Christ, Bianca mentally yelled at herself. Look at yourself, having a pity party. It's pathetic. Buck up and get over it. So what if your past sucked. You survived and Daryl is here now.

With that in mind, Bianca headed off to the office of the main, which she had converted into her bedroom. She grabbed a new change of clothes and headed off to the bathhouse. Bianca desperately needed a shower thanks to all the dead blood covering her. It wasn't long before she found herself under the hot pulsing water from the shower. While washing the blood and grime off her body, Bianca took some time to think.

She was well aware that she needed to apologize to Daryl. She had blown up at him, without really explaining what was going on. The poor man was probably confused as hell. That put a small smile on Bianca's face. She dreaded the upcoming conversation with her brother. She knew that Daryl deserved an explanation. He also should know about Lionel. Bianca began to feel sick to her stomach thinking about the last few years. However, telling that part of her past to Daryl couldn't be avoided. It was better to get it done and over with now. Eventually he would start to ask questions, and Bianca wasn't sure if she could take talking about it on another person's terms, even if that person was Daryl. She also needed to ask him about Merle. Bianca knew that Merle wasn't always the best big brother, but he had always done relatively right by her. Merle was the one to originally give her the nickname, Princess. She missed her jack ass of a older brother. Bianca had always been fully aware of his drug and violence problem, as well as the fact that the reason he wasn't always around when she was growing up because he was doing terms in jail. She didn't care. Merle was family, and you look out for family.

More determined now than she was before, Bianca turned off the shower. After drying off, she put on a pair of clean cut off shorts, a pale green tank top, and her boots. She tried to tame her wild blond curls, but eventually realized that it was a lost cause and braided it off to the side. Satisfied with her new found cleanliness, Bianca exited the bath house.

Now, she thought to herself. Do I go find Daryl, or do I eat? She hadn't eaten since early this morning before she went out hunting and ran into Daryl. It was pretty late and she wasn't sure where she could find him. Bianca knew she could ask someone from his group, and she would. She would do that as soon as she had eaten something. Bianca was also exhausted. She contemplated on whether or not she should sleep before finding Daryl. Bianca was well aware that she was procrastinating on the inevitable, but she was nervous. Today had been a long day. She promised herself she would talk to him first thing in the morning.

Bianca walked back to the main building without running into anyone else. After grabbing a can of soup from the kitchen and a spoon she headed off to her office/bedroom. She ate her supper in isolation and laid down to sleep for the night.


Bianca woke up the next morning to sounds coming from the dining hall. It took her a moment to shake off the lingering drowsiness that accompanied her abrupt awakening. After a minute, she remembered the events of the previous day.

Bianca got up, strapped on her knives, slipped her gun into the back of her shorts, grabbed the empty soup can next to her bed, and walked out of her room. Upon exiting she was met with various glances from some of the group members. She soon saw that one of the women had prepared some sort of breakfast meal for their people. Bianca was about to go up and get a plate when she was intercepted by Rick.

"Good morning, Bianca. I hate to bother you so soon, but we need to talk about what is going to happen next." Rick stated without any sort of hesitation.

Hate to bother me, my ass, Bianca thought. She knew Rick was right, but she honestly hadn't thought about what to do about the group. The only thing she cared about was Daryl, and that wasn't even going so well.

"You are right. We do need to talk, but first I need to eat. Then I need to hunt down Daryl. There is a lot of things he and I need to discuss, before I come to any sort of decision about you and the rest of the group."

Rick looked Bianca over and then nodded. "I can accept that. If it is Daryl you are looking for you can find him by the front gate. He decided to take watch this morning."

After thanking Rick, Bianca went and grabbed two plates from Tara, the girl who was serving breakfast. Balancing both plates she made her way to the front gate. It didn't take her long to find Daryl. He was in the lookout area, watching the surrounding forest and road on the other side of the fence. Bianca climbed up the ladder almost dropping one of the plates. Daryl heard her struggling. After muttering something about her being stubborn and clumsy, he reached down and took the two plates from her.

When she was finally to the top, Daryl handed one of the plates back to her. Neither of them said a word as they dug into their food. They continued to sit in silence after they had finished eating. Both stole looks at the other person thinking they didn't notice.

Bianca, finally got tired of the silence. Sighing, she steeled her nerves and spoke. "I'm sorry." Seeing that he was about to respond she held up a hand. "No. Please just let me talk. I shouldn't have accused you of not caring. I know that isn't true. The last eleven or twelve years have been extremely hard on me. I had no right to take that out on you. Now before you say anything else, or I change my mind, there is some things I need to tell you."

Daryl's eyes met Bianca's for a moment. When he nodded, Bianca took another deep breath and started speaking again. "Lionel Dixon wasn't who most people thought he was. Everyone took pity on him, and assumed he was a decent guy because of his sweet wife who had passed away. You already knew what most people thought and said about him. However, you didn't know what he was really like. Don't interrupt. Things were okay for the first few weeks after I had first arrived. I had a decent bedroom and I was treated fairly well. Then things slowly began to change. It started with the way he looked at me. Uncle Lionel would send these predatory glances my way. Almost like he was sizing up an opponent or plotting his next meal. Then he started to touch me. Not a lot at first. Just these small little touches that lingered a bit longer than necessary. After the first few months, he made his first big move. He came up to me late one night while I was in bed. He crawled on top of me and told me that there was nothing I could do to stop him and that if I didn't want to get a beating, I should be a good girl and do as he said. I tried to fight him off at first, but I soon realized that I was helpless. He had hit me a few times and I was beginning to get dizzy. It wasn't long before I complied to his wishes." Bianca took a shaky breath before continuing. "After that first night, I didn't fight him again for many years. He continued to visit my room on a regular basis. The things he made me do were sick, and disgusting. They were things that no one that age should ever had to even know about, let alone do. I became this numb, shell of a girl. When I reached middle school, I began to slip at school. Kids picked on me and bullied me for being an outcast and a loner. It wasn't too long before the infamous Dixon temper kicked in and I began to get in fights at school. I spent quite a lot of time in detention and in school suspension. Uncle Lionel became more violent at home after I started to fight. He continued to visit me at night but he added beatings to the nightly I would fight back, but it never got me anywhere. This went on till the day the world went to shit. When I saw the stories on the news and heard the radio reports, I packed up a bunch of stuff. I had decided that I was going to leave in the dead of the night. Uncle Lionel came home late that day from work. He had to stop at the hospital on the way home, because he had been attacked as he was leaving his work building. He had been bitten. The person who had attacked him was one of the crazy people on the news. At that time neither of us knew what that meant. It wasn't long before the fever hit and he began to change. I stayed far away from him, not fully understanding what was going on. When he went still and quit breathing, I made the mistake of thinking he was dead dead. I turned my back on him and went to grab my bags to load up the truck. He had turned when I wasn't looking. He got the jump on me. I struggled to fight off his attack. I had absolutely no weapons on me and had to resort to using the closest thing to me. At the time, that happened to be this stupid little statue of a redneck garden gnome. I took the gnome and I bashed in his skull. It took a few times before he had finally stopped moving. When I realized that he was fully dead, I ran off and hurried to grab my things and leave. I knew right away that I was coming back to Georgia and looking for you and Merle. It took me a month to get here. I headed for our home town first and then expanded my search from there. I searched for months and never found any sign of where you guys had been. I ran into a few groups while I was searching for the two of you. None of them were what you would call good. About six months ago I found this place. Since then I have been calling it home. I hadn't seen anyone since I found it till you guys showed up. You know the rest from there."

Bianca finished her story with a shaky voice. It had been hard to talk about everything that had happened to her. She had been unable to even look at Daryl, while she was talking. Now that she was finished, she looked over at her brother in order to see his reaction. Bianca watched as Daryl sat there quietly for a few seconds. Then all of a sudden he turned around and punched the wall of the look out.