i'm more scarred than my wrist is
Beth was newly seventeen and her big sister was getting married. Maggie and Glenn had been dating for about a year when they gathered the family together and announced that Glenn had gotten down on one knee and asked Maggie to marry him. And then Glenn had revealed that Maggie's answer had not simply been "yes," but something more like, "I already planned on it, you idiot, now get up off the ground, you just put your knee in dog shit."
Nonetheless, they all got together and planned a small ceremony. Maggie didn't want anything extravagant – in fact, she insisted that she was perfectly fine with heading to the courthouse the next time they went into Atlanta. But Annette refused to accept that and immediately set about gathering all their closest members of the congregation, as well as assigning chores to almost everyone in order to get the ceremony together. It worked out for the better because Glenn had wanted his parents to attend anyway, and they'd held the wedding on a nice piece of land that was plenty far away from any sort of sulfur smell or the sight of padlocked barns. The early autumn weather in Georgia had been ideal, and even the reception was held outside without a hitch.
It was early September and Beth only remembered distinctly because she recalled being especially tired from her first couple of weeks back to school. She was taking all AP classes and, combined with her usual chores at home, she was running on nothing but coffee and fumes. Regardless, she was determined to be excited for her sister and help in any way she could.
She'd always liked Glenn. He'd only been around for about a year, but he'd proven himself time and time again. Plus, her daddy trusted him and loved him like one of his own, and he'd revealed that Glenn had come to him first before proposing, to get the blessing of Maggie's father. Of course, Hershel had no objections to it. Beth had even overheard him telling Shawn that he was excited to start teaching "both of his sons" the things they'd need to know. She wasn't confident that she knew exactly what he was referring to, but she had a pretty good idea.
But now, as she sat atop her big sister's bed with freshly-inked table place cards scattered between the two girls, Beth was starting to think about what came next. Sure, she'd known that Maggie would most likely end up marrying Glenn. He'd been coming around so often now, he might as well have moved in already.
But this made it real. Like, really real. She would be a wife. And then what? Would she want to move away with Glenn? Go get their own home together? Begin working on starting their own family? That was what Maggie wanted, after all. She'd always talked about it. Even more so during the last year that she and Glenn had been seriously dating. Beth wasn't sure she was ready, though. She still needed her big sister. A lot.
The two girls had been talking casually about the wedding, some of the excitement coming through in Maggie's voice. Beth could tell she was secretly elated about having a ceremony and exchanging vows with Glenn in front of everyone. Even now, as Beth watched her sister carefully jotting down names in a notebook on her lap, short, brown hair hanging over her face, she could see the big grin that Maggie had and the happy glow about her.
"So… after the wedding… Then what?" Beth asked hesitantly, twirling the pen between her fingers and continuing to watch Maggie.
Maggie raised her head and looked back at Beth, still smiling. "The reception – that's what we're plannin' right now, aren't you paying attention?"
Beth rolled her eyes and smirked. "No, you know what I mean. Like, after yer married – is Glenn gonna move in, or are you guys gonna… move?"
Maggie's smile faded and she furrowed her brow. "He's movin' in. I thought you knew that. What'd you think, we were gonna leave an' get our own place?"
Beth shrugged and glanced down at the place cards scattered atop the bedspread. "I dunno. Kinda. Isn't that what you're s'posed to do?"
Maggie snorted. "Guess so. All the more reason not to. Ain't like this family really does anything that we're supposed to do."
Beth had grown used to hearing her sister talk like this in the recent years, but it still didn't make her feel any better. "Well… don't you wanna, like… start a family? With Glenn?"
She looked back to Maggie's green eyes and saw them clouded for a split-second. Then the brunette shrugged and answered, "Not really an option, so… I think we'll wait. A while."
Beth gave her sister a quizzical look. "Really? The way you guys talk sometimes, it seems like you both can't wait to have a baby…"
Her voice trailed off but she could see Maggie chewing on the inside of her cheek before she said quietly, "Of course we want one... More than anythin'… But I can't bring a baby into all this, Bethy… A little kid, totally innocent? It just… wouldn't be fair. We'd have to be somewhere far away, where nobody knows us, before I'd even consider it."
Beth's heart sunk and she was suddenly feeling very empathetic for her sister. "Well, you could, ya know…"
Maggie raised her eyebrows. "What? Leave?"
Beth nodded.
Maggie scoffed. "Don't be stupid. I would never do that. I couldn't leave you an' Shawn like that. Mom an' Dad… Y'all need me here."
Beth watched her sister look back down at the notebook, but she could tell that she wasn't really looking at the page. The pen in her hand remained motionless.
"It's not fair t'have to give up your whole life for our sake," Beth mumbled after a moment of silence. "To you. Or Glenn... Not just some baby that doesn't even exist yet."
Maggie didn't look up. She was biting her lower lip thoughtfully. But then she let out a 'pfft.' And she raised her head again and looked at Beth to say, "Glenn already quit his job six months ago. He's been workin' for Daddy, so he can't just up an' quit 'cause we got married and got some wild hair up our asses t'move away… We need the income… And Daddy needs people he can really trust… I'm not gettin' off birth control anytime soon, I know that much for sure."
Beth nodded and pursed her lips but didn't say anything.
"It's not like we don't got time anyway," Maggie continued after a few seconds. "We're still young. These days, women are havin' babies at like, forty years old… Hell, Daddy was way older than than that when he had me an' you."
Beth nodded and feigned a small smile.
"'Sides, I don't think Glenn will be ready till he's atleast thirty-five," Maggie said more light-heartedly, smiling. "He talks about it, but he always sounds like he's scared shitless."
Beth chuckled and Maggie joined her, but Beth couldn't shake the heavy feeling in her gut.
All she could really think at the time was, 'This can't be what Daddy wanted.'
Beth vomited up whatever had been left of the apple juice in her stomach, as well as parts of her breakfast that she thought would've been digested by now. When she was done and had brushed her teeth and splashed her face with water, she still didn't feel any better. It wasn't even the nausea that was bothering her.
The pregnancy tests, and their boxes, filled up the bathroom trash can and Beth knew she couldn't leave them there. She couldn't even think about Daryl right now, or how he might react or try to interject himself. In fact, she'd prefer if absolutely no one knew about this. So she'd have to dispose of all the evidence.
Once she had everything cleaned up and gathered into a black garbage bag, she tied it up and set it aside for the moment. Then she grabbed her phone and typed out a text message to Clementine that said, "Sorry I haven't texted you, been… busy. Stupid question: where do I go to take out the trash?"
She pressed Send and stared at the phone screen for a solid ten seconds, urging Clem to reply quicky. Even though she knew it didn't matter. She still had hours to dispose of the bag, and she knew that it wouldn't make her feel any better to put the tests out of her sight. She'd still be thinking about it. The hard ball of stress that was growing inside her stomach would still be there.
And so would the tiny parasite that had made itself at home inside her uterus.
Fucking… Jimmy, Beth thought damningly. She felt completely violated, to say the least. Like her body had been invaded and pillaged. Goddammit, you son of a… Even in death, you found a way to fucking haunt me. To ruin my life.
She couldn't help but to think of how she'd known she was feeling too good. She'd taken it for granted, allowed herself to get comfortable and reckless. And even if she hadn't gotten pregnant by Jimmy, she'd gone as far as to subconsciously take advantage of her situation and get risky with Daryl. Which could've just as easily resulted in the exact same situation she was in right now.
Well, almost the same.
Either way, she was in no way, shape, or form prepared – or stable enough – to handle a pregnancy, let alone a baby. And then what? Adoption? Keep it? Tell Daryl and hope he's accepting? …Or hide it from him and leave without telling him?
But I can't do that because I promised I wouldn't, she reminded herself.
Maybe God was punishing her this time for taking advantage of Daryl. She'd lied to him and used him and he was still completely oblivious. And now he was… feeling things for her, all under the ruse that she was an entirely different person. If Beth's list of sins hadn't been long enough before, then it had certainly reached the point where it merited some consequences by now.
And it wasn't like she'd exactly done anything to prevent the pregnancy, so it was her own fault, and she knew it. Once again. Just like August Eleventh… There'd been time, there'd been options. And she'd clammed up. She'd choked. She did nothing, and now that nothing had grown into a huge something that would eventually have a heartbeat and, possibly, a brain.
There had been a handful of times in the last year since she'd opened her wrist up that she'd thought about it again, especially after Shawn and her momma were killed. More times than that, it had crossed her mind briefly, and she'd shoved it out. Beth knew better… She knew she'd never go back down that route. She knew she wasn't that Beth anymore.
But she couldn't stop her brain from contemplating it every now and then. The thought was… freeing, in a way. If even for a second. Reassuring.
But the scar was her anchor and it always brought her back down quickly. All she had to do was run her finger across it. She remembered the dizziness, the nausea, the gasping for breath and the feeling of falling down a bottomless, black pit while she stared up at her family and watched them reach for her.
I have to deal with it, Beth told herself. I have to find a way and I have to deal with it.
She tried to imagine Maggie's voice in her head, but for some reason, she just couldn't imagine her sister telling her what she needed to hear about this situation. All she could imagine was the anger and the blame that would surely have arisen.
"We have to be prepared," Maggie had said. It was the only thing Beth could hear in her head. "Always be prepared."
I wasn't, though, she thought, fighting back tears. I wasn't prepared for this. How could I have been? On top of everything else… how could I have ever been prepared for this?
She pushed back the tears and the knot in her throat and forced her feet to take her to the kitchen. She drank water and leaned against the counter, taking deep breaths and focusing on steadying her trembling hands.
A few minutes later, her phone was vibrating and she picked it up to find a text message from Clem. She opened it and read:
Take it down to the lobby, there's a door across from the mailboxes that goes downstairs. Leave it down there for the super. You okay?
Beth typed out a quick reply and sent a message that said, "Yeah, I'm fine. How's things with you? And have you talked to Rosita lately?"
Then she set her phone down and followed Clem's instructions. She grabbed the black garbage bag and headed out of the apartment, checking around for any signs of Carol first. But when she found the hall to be empty, as it usually was, she wandered out and quickly made her way down the stairs and to the door that Clem had described.
After disposing of the bag, Beth returned to the apartment and locked the door again. Then she returned to her water and her phone, taking a seat on the couch and relaxing into the cushions. She tried to relax and think clearly, sipping the water and willing the nausea away. There was another text from Clem that read:
Yeah, I'm fine! And yeah, Rosita's doing good. I think she started hooking up with that Spencer guy. Wanna hang out soon?
Beth raised her eyebrows when she read the text but shrugged to herself and typed out a response, "Yeah, sounds good. Let me know when."
She pressed Send but silently hoped that Clem didn't want to hang out that soon. At the moment, she felt sick and guilty and terrified and wanted nothing more than to be alone.
When she finally felt like she might not vomit anymore, Beth got up and retrieved the bag from the thrift store. She pulled the hat and vest out, setting the knitted cap aside while she took another moment to gaze at the leather vest. Even now, holding it out in front of her, she felt that it was somehow meant to be with Daryl. She could already picture him wearing it.
She wandered into the boys' bedroom and carefully laid the vest out on the bed so that it would be the first thing Daryl saw, and so that he would have to pick it up to find the wings on the back. She hoped he liked it, but she wasn't positive. Maybe he was the kind of guy who would think angel wings were too "girly." But she took one last glance at the front of the vest and then walked away and left the bedroom. She figured she'd find out eventually whether he liked it or not; he'd either wear it or he wouldn't, and he didn't seem to be the type of guy who would lie to save her feelings.
Despite the bit of excitement it brought her to surprise Daryl with a gift, it did nothing to alleviate her internal panic and anxiety. She absent-mindedly scratched at the persistent itch on her wrist, her mind racing and wandering. The music found its way back into her head and she thought it was odd, but in a way, she still felt… happy, even despite her predicament. Or at least, happier than she could remember feeling in... a long while.
There was a flutter in her lower abdomen and she knew it wasn't any kind of butterflies in her stomach. She felt the nausea building back up and the trembling in her hands and she went to her bedroom, shutting the door. She sat down on the bed and continued trying to calm herself. Another sip of water and she was closing her eyes, focusing on pushing out all the horrific thoughts that were forcing their way into her head.
Unable to reassure herself, Beth thought it might ease her mind to check the news and see that the country was still forgetting about her family's case. No news was good news, after all. And even though she knew today was their court appearance, she also knew it was still early in the day and maybe they hadn't been seen, or maybe the court system would be so backed up that… well, Beth didn't know where that thought was going. There was no good outcome to this, not in any form. All she could hope for was more headlines about politics and other people's missing children.
The national news was still devoid of the Greene name. This helped to alleviate the trembling in her hands.
Maybe Jesus was wrong, she thought as she navigated to the other sites. Maybe this won't go national at all. Maybe people won't care about some backwoods, southern family that got busted running a meth operation.
But then she found the top headline on the Atlanta news site and her heart sunk. Bold, red letters spelled out, "Greene Family Arraignments Begin in Huge Senoia Baptist Church Drug Bust." Just as she'd hoped, the tiny intruder in her body was no longer at the forefront of her mind. Except she hadn't been anticipating the pain of reality as she tapped the link and went on to read the article:
ATLANTA (Sept 12 3:17 PM): In the latest update on the Greene Family story, whose multi-million dollar drug operation was busted just outside Senoia on August 26th, Maggie Greene-Rhee and several other large players in the decade-long cover-up have had their arraignments and entered their official pleas. The eldest daughter of patriarch and drug lord, Hershel Greene, went before a judge early this morning, followed by husband, Glenn Rhee, and cousin, Arnold Greene. The Greene's head of the ranch, Otis Williams, and his wife, Patricia Williams, were also arraigned.
Officials remain tight-lipped about the case due to the condition of Detective Rick Grimes, who remains unresponsive and comatose. Det. Grimes was recently moved from Harrison Memorial Hospital to Grady Memorial Hospital in Atlanta for more intensive care, where his pregnant wife remains by his side almost daily. The status of missing suspect, Beth Greene, has also kept authorities silent as they continue their search for her.
18-year-old Beth Greene is still missing and wanted for the alleged murder of Detective Shane Walsh, partner to Det. Grimes, on the night of August 26th. Police say the anonymous tips have slowed in recent days, and all detained suspects have been proven to have no information regarding her whereabouts. Greene is still believed to be armed and dangerous, and officials say their newest lead has sent them north in pursuit of a possible trail.
All suspects involved in the Greene Family operation have been held without bail, and face several charges that include aggravated meth trafficking, racketeering and conspiracy to commit, and production and distribution of meth – a Schedule II drug.
On September 5th, Hershel Greene reportedly waived his right to counsel at his first appearance and entered a plea of guilty to all charges. Greene is expected to face multiple Life sentences and has been fast-tracked to sentencing, which has yet to be scheduled.
Maggie Greene-Rhee and husband, Glenn, have reportedly pled not guilty to all charges and are being represented in Superior Court by a long-time family retained lawyer. Otis and Patricia Williams have also pled not guilty to all charges and will be represented by the Greene's lawyer. Sources say they are expecting a clustered defense that will claim coercion due to the complexity of the family's case, and state social workers and psychologists have been brought in to assess more accurately for the prosecution.
The Greene's and Williams' will go before a grand jury, though no date has been set for the beginning of the trial. Pe-trial motions and hearings are scheduled to begin on September 18th amongst the District Attorney and the defense. Authorities have given an estimate of 3 to 5 months before any of the accused enter a courtroom again. They are each being held in undisclosed detention centers.
The Greene Family operated organized, illegal activities for nearly a decade, and Hershel Greene's children became heirs to his heinous legacy beginning from a young age, according to sources working with the defense , the District Attorney has stated that they will make no exceptions for the brutal murder of an officer of the law, and the debilitation of another officer.
After two weeks of interrogation and investigation, authorities have discovered that, with dozens of employees and close, quietly loyal confidantes that worked diligently within the Greene's church and farm, Hershel Greene built a small empire that consisted of layers and layers of secrets and complex guidelines. However, it appears their loyalty didn't lie quite as closely as the patriarch had thought.
Several of the unnamed suspects working below him have been arraigned and, reportedly, have agreed to multiple deals offered by the DA to give up small pieces of information in exchange for shorter sentences and confidential prison locations. The outcomes of these deals, and how they will affect Hershel Greene and his daughters, have yet to be specified. Officials have refused to comment at this time.
The District Attorney has also refused to comment on how the outcome of Detective Rick Grimes' medical status will affect the sentencing for Glenn and Maggie Greene-Rhee, as well as Hershel Greene. Our sources within the Greene's defense team have stated that sentencing could be more complex when it comes to suspects such as Glenn Rhee, whose involvement only dates back to 2015. Meanwhile, Otis Williams is known to have been heavily involved since the operation began in 2008.
No matter what happens, this is surely to be a very long, complex, and drawn-out trial. We'll keep you updated as information arrives. Stay tuned.
If you have any information regarding the possible whereabouts of Beth Greene, call the toll-free numbers listed below. She was last spotted heading north or northeast of Senoia on the night of August 26th. She is 5'4" and 110 lbs with blonde hair and blue eyes, and a possible scar on her left wrist.
Beth reread the article again and again, but couldn't get her mind off the most important part: Maggie and Glenn pled not guilty. They were fighting it. They were using the lawyer their daddy had hired years ago, they were making the court give them a trial. They'd go before a jury and let them decide.
Beth knew what this meant: Maggie would get a chance to tell her side of the story – their side. And if the Atlanta news wasn't just bullshitting or sensationalizing, then maybe they'd bring psychologists into the mix and they'd see just how deeply everything ran. Maybe they'd see that her daddy wasn't the evil man they wanted to make him out to be. Just maybe, someone in that jury would understand what it was like to struggle and to be willing to give up everything you thought you believed in for the people you love.
And Glenn? He'd only been involved for two years. Things were already looking good for him. Or at least, Beth was going to tell herself that. The news had mentioned it and that had to mean something. Right?
The only part that truly made her sick to her stomach was finding out just how easily swayed most of the congregation had been. But then she grew nauseous again and it wasn't because her daddy had been ratted out… it was because she was wrong and she knew it. At the very core of herself, she knew it was wrong. How could she ever expect all those people, with lives and loved ones and futures of their own, to give up their small chances at freedom for the sake of her daddy? Her family? She was completely selfish and shallow for even thinking about it.
She could never expect all those people – the family friends and long-time members of the congregation that she'd grown to know and love – to give up decades of their lives in prison just to keep their mouths shut. It didn't matter anymore anyway… her daddy was old. She didn't like to think about it, but he was. And not only that, but he was ready. He was accepting of his punishment, and once Beth could get past the initial anger and feeling of betrayal, she knew in her heart that this was what he truly wanted. She knew that he was probably accepting it and that he had expected absolutely nothing less.
Because he knew that Beth was still out there somewhere, and that she was free, somehow. And Maggie would be free eventually – long after he was gone, but she'd most likely still have plenty of time to live her life. Especially if the lawyer turned out to be as good as Hershel had always thought.
But Beth was her daddy's hope. She was his purpose. And so was Maggie. And Beth had freedom and a chance at a new life, and the happiness her daddy had sacrificed everything assure her. And Beth knew it, when she finally thought about it and admitted it to herself. It was just… a heavy thing to carry. And it only made her more nauseous.
She grew worried when she saw the last paragraph and the big, bold phone numbers listed below the article. But there was no photo of her, and she was grateful for that. She didn't even fit their description anymore.
The Georgia news had a headline that was very similar and the article was nearly identical to what Beth had already read. She hoped that the headlines would drift farther and farther down the page as the day went on. She also hoped there wouldn't be any more updates. From the sounds of it, she would have just enough time to get her paperwork from Jesus and flee the country before the trial would begin. Once it began, though, and they started getting cameras inside the courtroom and on the jury and Maggie… that could be it. It may be the one thing they needed to make it go national. What better way to capture attention than with a high-profile trial and lots of emotional pleas and dramatic reveals? Beth could already imagine all the ways the media would try to sensationalize the trial.
She wondered, for just a second, if she should be dwelling on the mention she'd read about police following a tip that was taking them north... If it had been a week ago, she'd probably be hyperventilating right now. But she had a feeling that they were clueless. She'd been careful and discreet and quick. She hadn't left any trail they could follow, at least not that they could follow to the apartment, or even the East Village. Not to mention, she wasn't even sure if "north" meant Canada north, northwest, or northeast. And even if they somehow tracked her to New York City, how would they find her? The city was huge, and they had no inkling of an idea as to where she could be.
If they did, she'd be on the news. Her photo would be up, her name would be out there. But it was quiet. Beth was willing to bet that Dawn Lerner and all her goonies had more than enough on their plates with the aftermath of the bust. Lerner was mostly talk anyway – she was constantly putting on a front. But even from a distance, Beth could see her waiver. She could see the hesitation in her movements and the doubt hiding in the lines on her face. Lerner was nothing. And if she even started to get close to Beth, Beth was confident that she'd slip away and be miles out of reach before Dawn could even blink.
She wasn't her daddy. She refused to drop to her knees and silently accept her fate. She wouldn't sit still and let them surround her.
Except… you promised someone very important that you wouldn't run, either, A voice piped up in the back of her head.
Beth sighed and set her phone down, closing her eyes and putting her face in her hands, thinking, Right… and how would I convince him to up and leave with me like that…?
You wouldn't, the voice answered. Her own voice. He doesn't even know your fucking name.
Her stomach was twisting and knotting up now. She'd wanted a distraction, but not like this. Her mind was racing and battling with itself and her wrist itched like crazy. She thought she might take a long swig of moonshine if it weren't for the fragile state of her esophagus.
It was an odd feeling she was left with. There were traces of happiness still in her, for reasons she couldn't quite pinpoint. Pregnancy hormones, maybe…? But then there was the other part that was nothing more than a giant ball of anxious stress. And while she was struggling with the concept of being simultaneously happy and hopeless, dozens of impulsive thoughts were running through her brain – flashing by like passing cars. Thoughts of running, disappearing, taking a blade to the tender skin of her wrist and slicing vertically this time, or leaping from that beautiful rooftop on Denise and Tara's condo building…
This was exactly the kind of time Beth had always relied on her journal the most. Writing everything out felt like organizing her mind and sorting through the jumble of feelings. But she hadn't been able to do that in what felt like ages, and now everything inside was one, big clusterfuck. Elation was shoving its way onto a crowded shelf right alongside anxiety and depression, squeezing in where there was no room for it.
So instead of dwelling on the intrusive thoughts or the nausea or the itching, Beth got up and went straight to her guitar. She picked it up and brought it with her to sit on the bed, placing it in her lap. And, just as she'd hoped, as soon as she placed her fingers on the frets and held the pick over the strings, her heart seemed to slow. Her breaths came more evenly, and the giant ball of tension and worry that had formed in her stomach was slowly shrinking. Her mind slowed and emptied, if just for a few moments.
The music started playing and she was strumming along to a tune that had been in her head. She didn't know where it came from, like usual. Another snippet of the past popping up to surprise her and bring her flashes of a distant life she once knew. This song was by a band she'd never really listened to, but she'd heard a classmate listening to it and had asked her about it. Beth had liked the song ever since, and it would randomly pop into her head from time to time. It was simple, and she'd learned to play it within a couple of hours back on the farm.
The tune was upbeat and she strummed happily, letting the music fill her head and push out all the other thoughts. She sang aloud and her muscles instantly relaxed, the tensions and pressure forgotten for a short time. The music filled the small apartment, accompanied by Beth's melodic voice.
"My legs are dangling off the edge, the bottom of the bottle is my only friend. I think I'll slit my wrists again and I'm gone, gone, gone, go-one…"
She felt another flutter somewhere below her abdomen. She pressed her fingers harder into the frets and strummed a little louder.
"I wish that I could fly-y… way up in the sky, like a bird so high… Oh, I might just try. Oh-h, I might just try…"
to be continued…
A/N: The title of this chapter, last chapter, as well as the song that Beth was singing at the end are all taken from the song "Bullet" by Hollywood Undead. I felt it really fit this chapter rather perfectly.
There's been some questions about the timeline and I've tried to make it clear with context clues but I need a reference while I write, so I figured it's only logical that it would be helpful to post a little breakdown of the timeline so far. It's probably most confusing because there are several days that took place over several chapters, so it feels like it's been longer than it actually has been. I'll post a full, detailed timeline at the very end of the story, with the epilogue (yes, I already KNOW there will be an epilogue!).
Chapter 1 began on August 26th. All the flashbacks are pretty much out of order, but they usually explain what month/year it is if you read closely. If you have any questions, comment or message and I'll clear it up for you! Until the epilogue, hope this helps with the confusion.
All flashbacks take place between 2008 and 2017. The bulk of this piece takes place in late 2017.
April 12, 2017: Annette and Shawn are murdered.
June 2017: Beth graduates high school.
August 11, 2017: Jimmy rapes Beth and impregnates her.
August 23, 2017: Beth turns 18.
August 24, 2017: Beth breaks up with Jimmy, he gives her a black eye and a cut lip. Late that night, her family finds him and beats him within an inch of his life.
August 25, 2017: Jimmy breaks into the Greene farmhouse on this night and steals from Hershel. He is arrested and never seen again.
August 26: Shane and Rick infiltrate the Greene Farm, Beth runs and the rest of the farm/church is placed under arrest.
August 27: Beth runs until she is found by Dale and Irma. They take her in on their way northeast.
August 28-29: Beth travelling with Dale and Irma.
August 30: Jimmy is killed in jail but the information is not released to the media. Beth arrives in NYC and meets Daryl and Malachi.
September 1: The anniversary of the death of Daryl's ex/Malachi's mother.
September 2: Beth attends her first self defense class and meets the girls.
September 3: The news of Jimmy's death is released.
September 4: The video of Lori Grimes pleading the public for answers is posted online.
September 5: Detective Grimes I.
September 6-11: Beth and Daryl's relationship develops.
September 12: News about the court proceedings is released. The Georgia media begins digging deeper into the case.
That's where we're at so far. Like I said, if you have any other questions or something is confusing, please let me know so I can clear it up for you and everyone else! :)
And as always, please let me know what you thought! I hope you liked this flashback and news update, and I already have the next 2 chapters written so I'll post chapter 30 in a couple of short days! Thanks for reading!
