(WARNING! A/N – This chapter is going to be rough. More so of situation and wording, but just know that it does get rough and the wording may offend, but this story is rated M for a reason. Enjoy…)

Chapter eleven:

No one had really talked to them as they left the prison walls to go sit by the garden on the other side of the prison. The setting sun made a shadow from the prison wall so as they sat on the grass on a blanket, they weren't too hot. Judith sat on the blanket enjoying being in the fresh air and playing with her toys. While Violet enjoyed being outside, she still didn't feel comfortable because someone could just walk up to them from anywhere here and it kept her on edge.

Beth talked more about some of her old life and Violet listened while looking at the different things that grew in the garden. She couldn't believe how perfect this place was, and she was almost afraid to believe that it was safe. She knew that the moment she did, it wouldn't be safe anymore. She would have to run, again. And she would be out there with those strange, awful, men still lurking around. Not to mention the walking dead. Violet did her best to relax though as the hours slipped by she found it easier and easier to do.

The shadow was almost touching the fence of the prison when Beth started burping Judith after her dinner feeding. "Ick," Beth said standing up, "I'm never going to have a clean shirt with this one around." Violet gave her a smile and almost laughed. "I'm going inside to change and I'll probably give her a bath. Everyone should be sitting down for dinner now so no one should bother you. You can stay out here if you want. Just bring in the blanket when you come?" Violet looked around before nodding and Beth was already walking away.

When Beth was out of sight Violet pulled her knees up to her chest and took a few deep breaths. There was no one here. She was alone. She was safe. She was alive. She would be ok. She repeated those thoughts over and over in her head until she felt her heart slow down. When it did she let her legs back down and got comfortable laying down on the blanket. She turned her head and looked out into the forest both wanting to be out there again, and being terrified about being out there by herself. Slowly she let her eyes closed as she took in the silence.

It didn't take long for Violet to fall asleep and when she did she dreamt about the forest scenario that she had imagined when Hershel was working on her before. This time Daryl took her hand and led her to the other side of the river where they sat and talked and laughed. The best part, Daryl called her by her real name.

"Well lookie here," a voice laughed out. Violet's eyes shot open and her dream world crashed around her when she saw Bill looming over her by her feet. She jolted into a sitting position and her hand flew to her belt to find she had left her knife in her cell. "Don't get up on my account sweet cheeks," Bill laughed as he plopped down next to her. She didn't want to run away and give him the pleasure of knowing that she was afraid of him, so she just moved away slowly. "How come yer out here all by yer pretty little self?" he asked knowing full well she wouldn't talk to him. She looked away from him and counted to ten slowly.

1…2...3…4…5…6…7…8 and then she felt his hand wrap around her wrist. On instinct she went to yank her hand free but he had a firm grip on it. She glared at him as he just smiled back at her. "Come on over her sugar and get comfy," he said yanking her roughly to him. She crashed into his side and before she could react he had a hold on her other wrist. She pulled back and his fingers just tightened around her wrists making her flinch. "Come on now," he said grunting, "Don't be that way." She fought him more and she knew that his fingers would leave bruises, but she would worry about that later.

When she pulled back again he let her, except he came with her, landing right on top of her. His sudden weight on her pressed her to the ground and knocked the wind from her making her gasp. Before she could even catch her breath he was pressing his mouth against her mouth and she couldn't even scream. Her sides were heaving and it felt as if knives were impaling her lungs as tears slid from her eyes as she tried to catch her breath. "Now hold still. Ya should be happy I'm even touchin ya," he said in a growl, "I heard them talkin bout ya the other day. Fucking gang raped. I bet you loved it. Ya know no other man is gonna touch ya again like that. Yer all fucked up now. Wonder if yer pussy is even tight anymore. 's a good thing ya still have yer looks girly. That's the only reason a man is gonna look twice at ya. Ya should take it when it's given to ya now. No man's gonna wanta damaged bitch like ya. Be happy I'm being so nice to ya. Hell! I'm doin' ya a favor! Your fuckin damaged goods," he spat and Violet was stunned.

'Damaged goods,' she thought making her still for a moment.

His breath had a musky sent to it that was only rivaled by the smell of alcohol and if that wasn't enough to make her vomit, his words did the trick. The lunch she had eaten a few hours before resurfaced, it wasn't enough to cover her, but it choked her and when she turned her head it ran out of her mouth and into her hair. She couched as Bill laughed at her. "God yer disgusting," he said and started to try to move her, "I'll just give it to ya from behind."

When Bill went to turn her over she yanked up her knee and felt it connect with his balls, hard. He started to fall over on top of her, but she managed to slide out. She scrambled to her feet and took one step forward when Bill's hand wrapped around her ankle making her fall face down into the ground. She felt heat rise up in her nose and her eyes began to water as she kicked hard back at Bill who was writhing on the ground moaning in pain. She kicked free with one solid kick to his forehead and she took off running.

She ran through the garden trampling a few plants, but she didn't care. She ran through the dinner crowd and vaguely heard her name, but she didn't care. She didn't even look up until she ran into a hard body at the bottom of the stairs. She stumbled backwards but didn't fall. "Violet?" she saw Glenn looking at her and she saw that her hands and arms were covered in blood.

"Oh my god," Maggie said and Violet could see a small crowd gathering around them.

"What happened?" Glenn said moving towards her. His hands gripped her upper arms and before Maggie could warn him otherwise, Violet lashed out. She punched Glenn square in the jaw and the moment he let go of her she pushed through Maggie and another person that had joined the crowd. "Violet!" she heard Glenn and Maggie call out but she wasn't stopping for anyone.

When she made it to her room she grabbed her towel from her shower last night and attempted to scrub away the blood on her hands. She ended up ripping the sweater off of her when she realized it was ruined and threw it to the side of the room. She then ran to the table and pulled the knife out and sat in the corner of the cell with her knife in her lap. When she saw blood dripping onto the knife she realized that her nose was still bleeding and she held the towel she had grabbed up to her nose. Not safe. Not here. Not anywhere. Not safe. Not safe. She heard in her head.

Seconds later Rick and Hershel entered her cell. "Violet?" Hershel said putting a hand on Rick's arm to hold him back. Not safe. Don't let them touch you. Not safe. They'll hurt you. Not safe. Not here. Not anywhere. "Violet can you look at me?" Hershel said and Violet forced her eyes up to his. Hershel paled at the hurt and pain in her eyes. It wasn't Violet any more, she was a cornered animal that was ready to attack anything that came to close. Even if it was help.

"Violet," Rick said holding his hands up in a non-threatening way, "You're alright now. You're safe. But you have to tell us what happened so we can keep you and everyone else safe." Rick took another step closer but stopped when her hand tightened on the knife handle.

"Violet," Hershel tried again, "Let us help you." She violently shook her head once for a no and when Rick took another step closer she jumped to her feet and held the knife in front of her ready to attack. Not going to be the victim again. Fight. Stay alive. Fight. Live. Fight.

Right as Rick took another step closer and Violet readied herself to attack Beth ran in with Judith in her arms. "Beth!" Rick turned to yell at her for bringing Judith into this situation when he heard the knife clatter to the ground. Rick turned back around to see Violet sinking to her knees in tears. Rick quickly kicked the knife away, but Violet didn't even react. "Take Judith," Beth said as she passed Rick and handed him the baby. "Violet," Beth said calmly but didn't touch her. Violet looked up but could hardly see Beth through the tears. Violet looked up at Judith and cried harder as she gasped for air. "I'm going to touch you now. Judith is ok and so are you," Beth said as she slowly wrapped her arms around Violet in a hug,

Violet wrapped her arms around Beth as she sobbed into her shoulder. She wasn't even aware when Hershel left to go get water and clean towels, but when he came back she let Beth take her back to her bed. She sat there and Hershel cleaned her up and Rick left to go put Judith down for the night. When Hershel was finished he left as well and for the most part Violet was done crying. Beth helped her change, and Violet didn't care that Beth saw her without her clothes. Violet was already too far gone.

When Violet was changed and ready for bed Beth helped Violet to lay down and while Beth sat on the bed Violet rested her head on Beth's lap. Beth picked up the brush by the bed and gently ran it through Violet's hair. She didn't know how long they sat there but when Daryl's voice called out from the door she flinched. "Girl I'm coming in," Daryl called. Violet shook her head no.

"Daryl," Beth called out, "She wants to be alone right now."

"The hell ya mean she wants to be alone? Yer in there with 'er," he said and Violet saw the sheet move and her breath picked up. She didn't want Daryl to see her like this, not again.

"Daryl she doesn't want to see you right now. Go talk to my dad," Beth said more forcefully. Violet could tell that it shocked Daryl that Beth talked to him like that, but it didn't take long for him to get over the shock. "Whatever," Daryl said and then she heard him walk away.

Violet started crying softly knowing that Daryl was going to hear only the little bit Hershel knew, but there was no way she could talk to him now. Beth started humming at that moment the way she had when she had soothed Judith, and soon Violet was asleep.

(A/N – Thank you for reading I know this chapter was a big step backwards, but things always get worse before they get better… right? Special thanks to:

Wild Wolf Otaku

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Also because you guys are so awesome… more than one chapter today!)