A Heart Inside the Cave
Ch10: Run Away
Another short chapter… sorry :[ School's coming up, so I won't have time to write long chapters. I'm' just trying to get the main points into each chap. Thanks :]
"Jamie, you don't need to run away." Edward's soft voice spoke to me.
"Why shouldn't I? All I cause is trouble when I'm here. Trouble to papa and trouble to you. Why do you care about me?" I shouted at him, beginning to cry. I didn't have much of a choice, the cops were on my tail. I didn't want to get anyone hurt, especially not Ed. If he got hurt, I wouldn't know how to live with myself.
"I'm running away and there's nothing you can do to stop me! Just stop caring about me! I'm not worth your time…"
"You're worth every second of my life, Jamie. Please don't go…"
"I'm an alcoholic bitch who gets into trouble at every corner. And all I do is burden you… I'm so selfish."
"Jamie, no, it's okay, you're not a burden. And you're not selfish! I understand, you need something to keep your mind off of stuff at home."
"NO! You don't understand! How can you? You and your perfect life, perfect grade. Your parents never treat you like shit! They care about you, and mine don't. Just let me go!"
"Jamie, I can't let you go."
"Don't give me that crap,"
"What crap?"
"That stupid 'I love you' crap. There's nothing to love in this shit."
"There's everything to love… to love about you!"
"Just stop it! Things are different now. I may have used to like you a bit… but it's different now. You've got to stop this, I won't let myself drag you down with me."
"Jamie…"
"Goodbye." I grabbed my bottle of beer and ran into the trees.
Yelling and shouts came from the hall outside.
"YOU JUST CAN'T STAND ME HAVING SOMETHING YOU DON'T, CAN'T YOU?"
"YOU DON'T HAVE HER! YOU'LL NEVER HAVE HER! SHE LOVES ME, WHY WOULD SHE LIKE SOMETHING LIKE YOU?" I jumped and was shocked hearing Merle's and Daryl's voice ringing around me. I glanced into the hall and saw Merle shove Daryl to the dusty ground. Horror paralyzed me. I just stood there, scared of what I had caused. Jamie, see…. You're a troublemaker. All you sprout is trouble, and you bring others down with you! I heard papa's voice echo in my mind. This is all my fault… I stood there and watched for a while longer, not knowing what to do.
"YOU'RE JUST AN OLD MAN, I'M BETTER THAN YOU!" Daryl shouting, spitting blood from his mouth as Merle punched him in the face. No… please stop!
"You just can't stand the fact that I have her! Look at you, scrawny git. She'd never like something like that!" No! Stop! Please… I could move again, and I knew what to do. I stepped out of the cell room, and looked at both the Dixon brothers. Nobody had noticed me, they were all crowded around. Nobody had tried to stop them.
"STOP!" My voice bounced off the walls and silence fell. Daryl pushed his brother off of him and stepped to the side.
"Well then Jamie? Who is it?!" said Daryl. I stood there, letting the words sink in. Wait what? … choose… between Daryl or Merle… no. Seconds passed, then I walked towards Merle. When I got to him, I hugged him around the waist. Then with a firm voice, I said,
"I'm sorry." Let go of him, and turned around for Daryl.
"Take care of yourself. I care about the both of you, but I can't choose. I won't. I'm not worth any of your trouble. All I do is cause it. I think it would've been best if I hadn't come with you and Merle to the prison. I can't fix what's already happened, that's on your hands. All I can do is stop any more trouble that is bound to happen if I stay. Goodbye." I kissed Daryl on the cheek, and started moving towards the exit. Glenn stepped up to block me, looking into my eyes, but not with hatred. His mouth opened to say something, but nothing came out.
"What." I said. Seconds passed, then he uttered out,
"I'm sorry, Jamie. That I couldn't be the best brother for you in the little time we had."
"Forgiven." I took my bow and gun, and pushed myself past Glenn, out of the prison. Nobody tried to follow me out.
"Let me out," I said to Carl, who was lying back against the fence examining his gun. He didn't ask any questions; maybe he was scared of the seriousness in my tone. The gate opened, and I started for the woods.