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BPOV

I walked out of the house and made my way down the street. As I got close to the edge of Alexandria the footsteps behind me sped up and got louder. I couldn't pretend not to notice them anymore, they'd know that was a lie. I was too well-trained for that and I hadn't been behind these walls long enough.

As I spun around a hand shot out and my arms automatically went up in a blocking position. The blow landed on my forearms and pushed me back slightly. I kept my balance, silently thanking Morgan for forcing me to learn how to maintain my center of balance before teaching me anything else. An NFL player couldn't knock me off my feet.

I focused on the strangers face in front of me, wondering when the other attack would come and from where. He moved to kick me and I quickly stepped back, his foot still connecting with my thigh but not as hard as it could have. This guy was fast. But I was faster.

He quickly realized that and started to swing, backing me up slowly. I tried to turn but a blow from behind caught me in the ribs and I grunted at the pain. A second blow had me falling to my knees as the man in front of me landed a right hook to my jaw. Pushing through the pain, I rolled to my side and got my feet under me.

I was wearing my leather, fingerless gloves and Carol had helped me sew a hard cylinder of metal into the palms. When I balled my hands into fists and hit someone it would feel like a brick. It had actually been Daryl's idea, he said when he'd go bar-hopping with Merle they'd carry something small in their pocket, a lighter, a roll of coins, something easily hidden in their large hands. Then they'd grab it when a fight broke out and they're hands were suddenly bricks, capable of doing obscene amounts of damage to another person.

As my fingers tightened around the metal I bent my knees and brought my forearms up, ready to fight. Two against one weren't good odds for someone my size but I had a few knives if things got too out of hand and I was in danger. Plus, me going out without weapons would have been too unbelievable according to Daryl and Carol. I'd told them that I'd been weaning myself and they'd looked at me like I was crazy. But I honestly was trying.

I wanted to roll my eyes as the two men obviously decided to try me one on one. As they stepped into the moonlight I saw that one of the men was Chase. What the actual fuck? I didn't realize he had a problem with me like that.

Quickly shaking my head, knowing I needed to focus, I shifted my gaze to the other man. I still didn't know who he was but as I looked between them I could tell he looked a lot like Chase. Brothers? Cousins?

The stranger came forward first and tried to grab me but I skipped out of the way. He laughed coldly and I felt a chill go down my spine, that laugh held nothing but a world ofpain if he ever got me alone. Obviously changing their minds they rushed me at once and I reached for a knife. I managed to get one in my hand as they both grabbed me. Chase gripped my hair as the other one grabbed my shirt and brought his fist back before landing a blow to my face.

Stars exploded across my vision and Chase took advantage of it by moving behind me and trying to grip my wrists. I lashed out with the knife and felt it sink into something soft.

"You stupid bitch." Hissed the stranger as he let go of me to grip his side.

Chase managed to get my hands behind my back and squeezed my wrist, forcing me to let go of the blade. I clenched my jaw, not willing to show pain to either of them.

I started struggling, needing to get free, but the other man let go of his side and punched me twice. I felt weak and knew he was close to knocking me out. Damn. I manged to twist my arms just right and Chase lost his grip but kept his other hand on my hair.

Not caring about the pain I was about to cause myself, I relaxed and used my dead weight to fall to the ground, ripping my hair from Chase's hold. Luckily I wasn't tender headed.

I rolled again and pulled out another knife. I was on my back when they came for me and I kicked out, hitting Chase in the balls. When he fell with a groan I rolled again and jumped to my feet before running straight for Daryl's house and safety. I wasn't winning this on my own.

Before I made it a shot rang out and I felt a fire all the way down my side. Shit. Someone shot me in the hip. I kept running and Kayla stepped from the shadows directly into my path. Idiot. People were going to come running because of the sound of the gun going off.

She lifted her arm and aimed at me with a grin. "Stop or I'll shoot again."

"You think a bullets gonna stop me, bitch?" I asked her before runnning faster.

I heard the gun go off again but it didn't hit me. Suddenly, I slammed into Kayla, knocking her to the ground directly in front of Rick's house. The gun fell out of her hands and I saw lights coming on in the houses around us. There was shouting and I assumed Rick and Daryl were handling the two men that had attacked me. That had been the plan.

Still straddling Kayla, I began hitting her in the face, releasing the fury that had built up inside of me thinking about her trying to hurt me or Daryl. Thinking about her trying to use Carol. I kept hitting her, unable to stop as the rage inside of me grew. So much rage. I didn't even know what I was doing anymore. I was nothing but rage.

Hands grabbed my shouders and I pushed them away before turning on that person and hitting them. I got in a few good hits before they finally just layed on top of me, immobillizing me. Unable to move, I screamed, long and loud, as the rage tried to find a way out.

CarolPOV

Waiting was the hardest part, especially for Daryl. I could tell my friend was worried but we'd went over every part of the plan for a week, making sure everything was perfect, trying to come up with a cotingency plan for every scenario. Kayla had told me her plan, thinking I'd help, but I was positive she hadn't told me everything.

Daryl didn't want to send Beth out on her own but it was the only way. And if anyone could handle themselves it was Beth Greene. And everyone knew it.

I watched my friend pace and then freeze when a shot rang out. He ran out the door, with me hot on his heels, just in time to see Kayla pointing a gun at Beth.

"Stop Or I'll shoot again." Kayla said with a sick grin.

"You think a bullets gonna stop me, bitch?" I heard Beth yell right before she tackled Kayla.

There's my girl, tough as nails. I looked up the street when I heard a commotion and saw Rick, Abraham, Glenn and Daryl tackling the two men and tying their hands behind their backs. They all stood back and looked startled to see Beth wailing on Kayla. She wasn't stopping and Kayla wasn't moving, her face bloody.

Daryl grabbed Beth and she punched him twice before he managed to hold her down on the ground by wrapping himself around her. She screamed while Daryl just held onto her and I felt tears well in my eyes, recognizing the sound as one of pain and rage.

DPOV

When I saw Kayla with the gun I almost froze up, scared this was really going to be it. Beth didn't look like she cared one way or another. And that scared me even more. When she tackled Kayla I took that as my cue to jump into action, helping to subdue the two men who had been chasing Beth. I recognized Chase and his brother, Chris, and my blood boiled. How dare they hurt Beth?

When I turned to find her again she was still on Kayla, hitting her for all she was worth. Except Kayla wasn't moving and blood was covering both of them.

As I moved to grab Beth she turned on me, hitting me twice in the face before I finally said fuck it and wrapped my arms and legs around her. A scream ripped through her throat and I could hear so many emotions in it. Fear, rage, pain, helplessness and a little bit of insanity. Was this who she was? Deep down? How had I not noticed?

I felt tears fall from my eyes as I layed there in the middle of the street holding a stranger in my arms. Someone touched my shoulder and I turned to see Carol, sadness written in her eyes. I slowly let go of Beth and stood, pulling Beth up with me. Her kness buckled and I caught her, swinging her up into my arms as her eyes closed.

I carried her inside, laying her down on the couch before starting to remove her weapons. Seeing the bruises forming on her face made me angry but I held it back. She needed my help, not my anger. I left her clothes on but removed her boots before standing up and going to the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of water and some aspirin, sitting them on the coffe table for Beth, and walked out onto my porch.

Carol followed me and stood next to me as I fought another wave of tears. My eyes burned and I had to clear my throat a few times before speaking.

"What do I do?" I asked her in a hoarse whisper.

"Be there for her." Carol said, not having to ask what I meant. "Be there for her because no one else is going to. They won't understand. Has she ever talked to you about the two years she was separarted from us?"

"No. But-" I didn't finishe my sentence, I couldn't.

I didn't know if Beth wanted her panic attack to be public knowledge and I wasn't going to disrespect her like that. If she wanted anyone to know it was her business to tell them.

"It's okay." Carol Said right before a scream came from inside.

I rushed into the living room to see Beth sitting on the floor, her knees pulled up with her face hidden against her legs and her arms over her head. She screamed again and I felt my heart break.

Brutus was sitting a little ways away from her, his head low as he whined. Another scream ripped through the room and I rushed to her side, wrapping my arms around her.

Carol moved closer and I saw people behind her. Before my mind registered who was coming inside I yelled at them.

"Get! Out! Get out of my house!" A few of them jumped but they quickly left and I held Beth as we both cried for the things she'd went through. The things I couldn't save her from.