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I was in in so much pain. Daryl and Lori did everything they could to hold me down. Hershel worked tirelessly to get my cut cleaned out. Hershel shook his head in frustration. "I'm gonna have to go in there deep. There's pieces of glass in her wound. Hold her tightly, this is gonna hurt and I don't have time to help her with the pain." He instructed Lori and Daryl. They nodded. Hershel dug into my flesh and pulled out glass. I yelled and screamed but I couldn't move because Daryl's weight on me was to damn strong. Lori ran her fingers through my bloody hair. "Shhh, he's almost done honey, shhhh..." "she's losing to much blood!" Hershel panicked. I started to get lightheaded and passed out from the pain. … DARYLS POV: ... Hershel had gotten Belle stitched up and left her lay on the bed. Her mother came back with Beth, crying. "Is she going to be okay Hershel? My god. My poor sweet girl." Hershel sighed. "I don't know Patricia. Her wound was deep and I can only hope I got out all the glass fragments. She lost a lot of blood. And she's at risk for an infection." Hershel said shaking his head. He looked to Beth. "Beth girl... what were you thinking? I could have lost you and bellefaire too. We've all been through enough." Beth looked down and cried. "Daddy I'm so sorry. Will belle be okay?" She sobbed. I sure hope so... Patricia cried. I looked at my girl. Lying there. Bloodied up. Bruised up. Car accident, Shane punching her, now she tries to kill herself. Why would she even wanna do this? Shame had me fucked up. I know he killed Bellefaire's daddy. That dumb prick best never come close to me again. I was angry. I tore out of the house. Rick was back and had Randall in the barn. I went inside to interrogate him. I took my anger out on beating the shit out of him.

Bellefaire's POV.

I woken up. My momma was at the end of the bed praying that I be okay. I looked to my other side and seen Beth, fragile, but asleep. She had her wrist stitched up. I smiled. "Im okay, momma." I croaked. She looked up, tear stained, and gasped. "Oh my sweet girl! Are you alright?" She asked, sobbing. I nodded my head. She then got angry. "You and I are going to have a discussion about this, when your better. But right now I'm just glad you and Beth are okay." She said, walking away. I sighed.

I got up out of bed, slowly. It hurt to move. I groaned. I snuck out of the house in search of Daryl. But no signs of him. Instead I found Carl by Sophia's grave.

I walked up to him and sat down next to him "Hey kiddo.." I said, smiling lightly. He didn't look at me. But before I could say anything else, Carol came walking up. "Bellefaire... what are you doing out of bed?" She said, concerned. "I'm okay, Carol." I said, reasurring her. She looked to Carl. "You know, we'll see Sophia again in heaven someday. She's in a better place." I lightly smiled at her. The strength of that woman amazes me, whether or not she took my Daryl away. Carl looked at Carol in anger and disgust. "No she's not? Heaven is just another lie. And if you believe in it, then you're and IDIOT." He said hatefully, walking away. My mouth dropped and carol looked hurt.

Just then Rick and Lori walked out of the barn and started coming towards me and Carol. Carol walked up to them and I followed. Lori and Ricks facial expressions dropped when they saw me. "What are you doing Belle? You need to be resting." Lori said. "What were you thinking? Carl was so-" Rick started angrily, but Carol interrupted. "you need to control that boy!" "Carl? What happened?" Rick asked. "He's disrespectful." She said hastily. "Did he say something?" Rick asked angrily. "Something cruel about Sophia!" Carol replied.

"We'll figure it out, it's okay." Lori started, but Carol got angry. "It's not okay!" Rick put a calming hand up. "I'll have a-I'll have a word with him." He walked off . "See we'll deal with it, if you could just calm down-" Lori started, "don't tell me to calm down!" Carol yelled. Lori threw her hands up in defense, "no, no, I didn't mean-" but was interrupted by Carol again, "I don't need you to patronize me. Everyone. Either avoids me, or they treat me like I'm crazy. I lost my daughter, I didn't lose my mind!" She said storming off.

I pursed my lips together in frustration. Lori looked at me. "Honey I know you're going through a lot right now. But what you did with Beth... I couldn't explain it to Carl. But he knows and I have to admit I'm disappointed with you." She said, looking at me and walking away. I sighed and looked down.

I may my way back up to the house, I couldn't take much more being on my feet. I snuck back up to Beth's room and saw Hershel talking with Beth. He looked up and looked at me. "I wondered where you had went. Nice to see you on your feet again." I looked down ashamed. Beth looked at her dad. "Don't be angry with her daddy. It was my fault. I made her do it." I shook my head. "I'm older and know better Beth. I shouldn't have left us do that." I admitted. "Seems to me that you both were in shock and weren't in your right minds." Hershel said winking at me. I lay down beside my Bethie girl and cuddled her. Hershel sang the 'doodle bug song he used to sing us when we were younger.

Glenn walked in. "How are they doing?" He asked. "They seem to be in higher spirits today. Ain't so, doodle bug?" Hershel asked Beth, kissing her forehead, and then mine. Glenn nodded, "well if there's anything I can do..." he said nervously, walking away. I gave Hershel a look and he nodded at me, following him out. Hopefully he will accept him for Maggie. I fell asleep for awhile. I woke back up a few hours later and walked downstairs where everyone was grouped up. Everyone looked at me in sorrow and then I seen Daryl. He grimaced and looked away. I looked down. "What's going on?" I asked. "We're discussing what happens to Randall." Glenn said, placing a comforting hand on my back.

Everyone argued about what happens to him. Poor Dale tried to make sense of the situation and allow him to live. Then we started discussing how would he die. Dale got frustrated. "Hold on, you're talking like it's already been decided!" Daryl looked at him , "we've been talking all day, going in circles, you wanna go in circles again?" I sighed and dale looked at me. "What about you?" Everyone looked at me. I shook my head. "Dale I don't think my opinion matters one way or another..." I said quietly. "You're wrong about that. I want to hear." Rick said seriously. I nodded, chewing on my lip. "I went to school with him. He was my abusive ex boyfriends best friend. He's dirt. He's trash. He's just a kid but. He's a threat. I'm sorry dale." I said honestly.

I walked out of the house. Dale started crying. I wanted no part of this. Awhile later Daryl walked out and came up to me. We sat in silence and I kept my head down, looking at the ground, while he stared at me. Finally, after what seemed like forever... "Look At me." Daryl said softly. But I wouldn't. "Bellefaire, look at me." This time more aroused, taking my chin and lifting it up to look at him. I looked at him and tears started to form. "I love YOU Belle. Not Carol, not Andrea, not the Virgin Mary, YOU. And I'm..." he started but put his hand to his face and squeezed his forehead. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I was an arrogant asshole that day. But to kill yourself? Over a dumb prick like me? Don't you ever do that shit to me again." He said seriously. I looked at him seriously. "You are my everything Daryl Dixon. You're worth my life. "Don't you get that?" I asked. He looked at me more softly. "Come here." Picking me up and holding where the glass was.

Awhile later we escorted Randal to the barn. "Wait, wait." Randall pleases nervously. "Put him there." Rick instructed as Shane took ahold of him and put a clack cloth over his head. "This'll all be over soon. Relax." He said as Randall was struggling. We all stepped back as Rick asked, "would you like to stand or kneel." Plainly. "Don't please, please don't." Randall pleaded more. Daryl grabbed him by the hair and put him to his knees. "Do you have any final words?" Rick asked. Randall just cried, begging him not to do it. Rick put the gun up to his head. Just as Rick was about to shoot, I stiffened up and closed my eyes. Daryl put his hands over my ears. But then...

"do it dad." Carl. I looked in disbelief at Carl standing in front of the barn doors. Shane took Carl out. "Are you kidding me? What'd I say?" But Rick couldn't shoot. He put the safety back on. "Take him away." Daryl looked pissed but listened . He grabbed ahold of Randall and drug him away. "Get up."

Shane punched the barn door and walked away shaking his head. I grabbed Carl and me and rick walked him back to camp where everyone was looking to us for answers. "We're keeping him in custody. For now." Rick said. Andrea smiles and got up. "I'm gonna go find dale." I sat down beside the fire trying to get warm. Just then I heard what sounded like Dale screaming. I got up as everyone did. Rick told Lori to get Carl. Lori told him to go in the house. "T-Dog! Get a shotgun, now!" Rick yelled. Daryl ran out of the barn and ran to me. I looked to him in fear. He started running towards the screaming and I followed him. We found a walker tearing into Dale's stomach. "Oh my god!" I shrieked. Daryl got the walker off and killed it. "HELP! OVER HERE! RICK!" Daryl screamed. "Oh hang in there, bud." He comforted Dale. "Get Hershel!" Rick said as he came up to us. We all surrounded him. Dale struggled. After awhile Hershel came running up. "What happened!" He asked, getting down to look at Dale. "What do we do?" Glenn sobbed. "Can we move him?" Rick sobbed. Hershel grabbed ricks shoulder. "He won't make it."

"We have to do the operation, get him back to the house!" Rick screamed but Hershel grabbed ahold of him. "Rick!" And he shook his head in disapproval meaning there was no saving him. Andrea cried hard. "Oh Dale..."

Dale groaned in pain. "He's suffering. Do something!" Andrea sobbed. Rick grabbed his gun and pointed it to him. But he couldn't do it. Daryl pushed his hand down gently, and gets on his knee with the gun. "Look away Bellefaire." I cried into momma. She shushed me. "There. There. It'll be alright."

"Sorry, brother." Daryl mumbled.

BAM.