I opened my eyes. I guess I was sleeping, it didn't feel like I was sleeping, though. My head hurt something terrible. I was laying on the floor. It took me a minute to recognize that it was my closet. I tried to move and realized my hands were tied, there was dried blood all over them. I gasped.

I untied it with the help of my teeth. I slowly got up, almost losing my balance, and turned the doorknob, it was locked. I knocked on it.

"Hey, Daryl! Merle! Let me out!"

No one came.

Why am I even in here?

I tried to remember what happened last night. I remember Jay and I smoking the Meth. I remember Lauren and everyone yelling at us to get out.

I have no memory after that. I don't even know how I got home. I'm really scared.

"Merle! Daryl! It's okay!" I yelled. I banged on the door. "Please someone let me out!"

I heard footsteps and backed away from the door.

"Le, it's me." Daryl said. "Don't fuckin' freak out." He unlocked and opened the door.

I walked towards him quickly, he backed up. "Daryl, what happened?"

He stared at me. "You good now?"

"What?"

"I said are ya okay?"

"I don't know what's goin' on. I'm really scared."

Merle walked in. "She okay now?"

"Why was I locked in here?"

They shared a look.

"Ya really don't remember nothin'?" Daryl asked.

I shook my head. I was close to tears.

They looked at each other again.

"Come on." Daryl gestured for me to come out. I slowly walked out. I followed them to the living room.

One of the lamps was on the floor. The sliding glass door was broken and there was glass over the floor in the kitchen.

I looked at my brothers wide eyed. "Did I…"

Daryl nodded.

I started breathing heavily and sat down on the couch. Daryl went in the kitchen, I could hear him doing something but didn't know what. My head still felt fuzzy.

Merle was sitting across from me. He was just staring at me. I've never seen him like this.

Daryl came back into the room and handed me a glass of water. I was hesitant to take it.

"It's all right." Daryl reassured me.

With a shaky hand, I took the glass and drank it down.

"What happened in here?"

"I think we should, uh…all stay home today." Merle said clearly ignoring my question.

Daryl nodded. "Yeah. Clean up and stuff."

"Will someone PLEASE tell me what's goin' on?"

There was a brief silence.

"Ya came home stoned out of yer mind last night." Merle said.

I stared at him. "What did I do? Tell me everythin'."

Daryl sighed.

"Look, I cain't remember shit! I want the WHOLE story."

Daryl cleared his throat. "I heard ya come in around 2:30. I walked out here to yell at ya fer comin' in so late and you were just standin' in the kitchen starin' into the fridge."

My full attention was on Daryl. I don't even think I blinked.

"I asked ya if you were okay and ya freaked out. Ya said they were after you."

"Who was after me?"

"Why don't you tell us?" Said Merle.

"I don't remember anythin'!" I yelled. I took a deep breath. "So, you're sayin' I did this to the house?"

"Ya grabbed the fire poke and came after me." Daryl stated.

"That's when I came out. I heard all the yellin' and saw ya destroyin' everythin'." Merle said.

I breathed very heavily and put my hand over my mouth in disbelief. If my eyes were any wider they would have popped out. I just stared at the ground.

The three of us were quiet for a long time.

I finally lifted my head. "Did—did I…hurt you guys?"

"No." Daryl answered first. "With the two of us, we were able to get the poke off ya and we locked ya in yer closet."

I felt like I might pass out. "Why—why are my hands all bloody?"

Daryl pointed at the sliding glass door leading to the back porch.

My eyes widened again. "I…

"Ya were beatin' it with yer fists." Merle said.

I was breathing fast and hard. I really felt like I was going to pass out. I glanced over at the door and suddenly it was like my memory was triggered.

"I—I remember now." I swallowed hard. "I remember doin' all that stuff." I put my hand on my forehead. "I remember thinkin', why am I doin' this? But I couldn't stop myself."

"You did Meth, didn't ya?" Merle asked.

I squinted at him.

"I can tell."

I just sadly nodded.

There was another brief silence.

"I don't want ya around 'em kids no more." Daryl said roughly. "They're a bad influence on ya."

"But I have to! I have to talk to Jay and find out what I did before I got home!" I said frantically. "I just have to!"

Daryl just looked angrily at me.

"Forget it." Merle said.

I decided not to argue right now. "I'm sorry." I finally said. "I know that's like puttin' a band-aid on a gunshot wound but I am so sorry!" I started to cry. "Please don't be mad at me." I sobbed. "I'll never do it again! I promise!"

I sat there and cried with my head down.

"I don't even know what to say to ya right now, Leann." Daryl finally spoke. "Fer right now, I want ya to go to yer room til I figure out what to do with ya."

I looked up at him through my tears and sniffed.

He pointed down the hall. "Go."

I slowly got up and walked towards my room.

I took a shower and took care of my hands. Now I'm laying on my bed crying. I was so stupid for what I did! I'll never forgive myself for it.

"I hate myself." I said out loud.

I can't even remember how I got home. Think! Think! Think! What was the last thing you remember?

I remember Lauren coming in the room where Jay and I were, she caught us smoking and told us to leave. What happened after that? Did we leave? I suppose we did since I came home. But how? I must have been with Jay. Okay so we left Lauren's house together. What did we do? Where did we go? I hope we didn't do anything crazy. I hope we didn't…I don't think we did. I think I would know if that happened. Damn it! I absentmindedly grabbed my arm and felt a scab or something on my elbow. I looked at it. Wait a minute, I remember this! I fell on the pavement. Yeah, yeah! Jay tried to help me up and I told him to leave me alone. He must have because I vaguely remember walking down the dark streets. How I even found my way home in the state I was in is beyond me. How long did I lay there on the ground, though? It must have been a pretty long time.

I sighed. I guess I'll never know what truly happened. I laid back on the bed and fell asleep.

I woke up to Daryl shaking me.

"What's wrong?" I asked sleepily.

"You and I need to talk."

I sat up slowly. "You're kickin' me out, ain't ya?"

"What? No. Why would I do that?"

I looked down sadly and shrugged.

"How ya feelin'?"

"Okay, I guess."

"Well, ya need to hear this." He cleared his throat. "I care about ya…more than you'll ever know. I love ya more than anythin' and I wanna keep ya safe."

I swallowed waiting to hear what my punishment was.

"…so that's why I decided that we're leavin'."

"W-what?"

"Merle and I already talked it over and he agrees. It was a mistake comin' here."

I shook my head. "No! Ya cain't do that!"

"I can…and I'm goin' to."

"No! I-I won't go with you!"

"Yes, ya are." He said calmly.

"You cain't make me!"

"Yes, I can."

I was quiet for a moment trying to take this all in.

"Look, Daryl…I get what you're sayin' but I don't wanna leave. I have friends here."

He snorted.

"Look what I did to my room! It's my room! This is our home! I don't wanna go back out there!"

"I'm sorry, kid. This is the way it has to be."

"No, it doesn't!" I was getting close to tears. "Daryl, please, I'm beggin' ya here…Don't do this to me."

He was quiet for a minute. "I'm sorry, baby. I need to keep ya from somethin' like that ever happenin' again. It's the only way I can keep you away from it."

"No!" I cried.

He put his hand on my shoulder, I pushed it away.

He gave me a disappointed look. "Start packin'. We're leavin' this evening." Then walked out of my room.

"I'm not goin'!" I yelled. "Ya cain't make me!"

He can't do this! It's so unfair! I buried my face in my pillow and cried hysterically. In the end, though, I know he'll win.

Daryl came into my room later.

"Ya ready?"

I didn't respond.

"Ya didn't pack, did ya?"

I still didn't say anything.

"Did ya even move since I left?"

"…I told ya, I'm not goin'." I crossed my arms.

"You're goin', Le. We can do this the easy way or the hard way."

I didn't say anything or move from my spot.

"Le, I will threw ya over my shoulder and carry ya out to the truck."

I just stared at him.

"Is this really the way we have to do this?"

I turned my head away from him. I heard him sigh. He went over to my closet and grabbed some of my clothes, he shoved it in my backpack.

"Ya better be ready by the time I get back. And I mean it." He left with the bag.

I decided to be very stubborn about this. I told him I'm not leaving and I meant it. He doesn't have the right to do this to me.

Daryl came back in. He looked annoyed. "All right, Le, have it your way." He walked over to me and lifted me up and put me over his shoulder just like he said. He grabbed my boots and carried me out to the truck.

Both of our motorcycles were in the back.

I heard Merle laugh. "I'm guessin' she didn't take too well to this?"

"What do you think?" Daryl said. He swatted my backside and put me in the truck. Then he slid in next to me.

"We ready?" Merle said.

"Yeah."

"No." I pouted.

"Come on, kid. Lighten up." Merle said. "This is a good thing." He started the truck.

I looked back at our house until I couldn't see it anymore. Tears fell down my face and I couldn't stop them. Daryl put his arm across my shoulders but I shoved it off.

"Don't touch me! I hate you!"

"Be mad at me all ya want. This is fer your own good."

We didn't travel very far before we stopped at a house. It was in a little neighborhood. We went inside, it was clear.

"This will have to do for now." Merle said.

"We had a nice house." I mumbled.

Merle hit me in the back of my head. "Put a sock in it, kid. I'm sick of yer mouth."

I barely opened my mouth the entire time we were on the road, but when I did, it was to say something smart.

Merle sat down in a chair. I walked away into the kitchen. Daryl followed me, he put his arms around me from behind. I pushed him away and glared back at him. Then, I went upstairs and locked myself in one of the bedrooms.

I stayed in that room all day. I was finally calmed down. I mean…I wasn't okay with the situation but I wasn't mad anymore.

I heard a knock at the door.

"You can come in."

Daryl stood in the doorway. "Can we talk?"

"Sure." I pulled my legs up and sat indian style. He sat at the bottom of the bed.

"Ya feel okay?"

"Yeah." I shrugged.

"Look, baby, I know you're mad at me but—

"I'm not mad at you…anymore. It just sucks."

He nodded. "I know and I'm sorry. But I wasn't gonna let ya become a drug addict…and then die."

"I know you're only tryin' to keep me safe. But it's just that…I finally made friends then ya took me away from 'em."

"Those ain't real friends."

"They were good enough. And you're the one who was all worried about me not makin' friends."

He gave me a questioning look.

"I heard ya talkin' to Rick that one day, at the prison? Ya said you were worried about me cause I didn't have any friends."

"Ya heard that?"

I nodded sadly.

"I'm sorry." He put his hand on my head.

"It's okay. It doesn't matter now."

He gave me a disappointed look.

I just remembered something.

"Daryl?"

"Hm?"

"I didn't do anythin' with that guy. Remember? The experienced one?"

"Oh yeah?"

"We just kissed. That's it, I swear. Well…we cuddled, too, but it was awkward. That's why I didn't sleep over that night."

He nodded. "Well I'm glad to hear that. Do—do we need to have the sex talk?"

"No." I answered immediately. "We don't have to."

He laughed.

"I'm really sorry I hit ya that day. I didn't mean to."

"It's okay. I'm sorry fer…everythin' that happened. Maybe ya were right. Maybe goin' there was a mistake."

He gave me a small smile.

We sat there not saying anything for a while.

"Okay." Daryl said. "We need to talk about somethin' very serious here."

I looked at him innocently.

"Drugs are bad…and I don't want ya doin' any of 'em. What happened could've been a lot worse."

I looked down.

He got up off the bed and knelt down in front of me. "Le, don't ya ever do that again." He sounded like he was getting choked up. "I don't wanna bury my baby sister."

I started to cry a little. "I'm sorry."

"Ya wanna be like Merle? Huh?"

I shook my head.

"…or yer mama? Ya wanna end up like her?"

I cried even harder at the mention of my mom.

"Hey." Daryl touched my cheek. He put his arms out and pulled me to him, he held me close. I returned his hug. It felt like forever since we hugged each other, it felt good. He kissed my cheek. We stayed like that for a long time.

"I'm sorry, Daryl. I love you." I cried.

"Shh." He rubbed my back. "It's okay, baby. I love you…so much."

I listened to his heart beating in his chest. Things are going to get better. I told myself. I just hope I'm right.

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I just need to point out that even though this is just for entertainment, this chapter dealt with a very serious issue. Drugs are very bad and you should never do them. If you or anyone you know is an addict, please get help or help them anyone you can. Everyone deserves a second chance. Okay, lecture over lol. I hope you are enjoying my story and I hope everyone has a great week! Love you all!