Hey there. So after the last chapter I got messages that told me I am cruel and horrible, which lead me to the conclusion you all want to read on. So here we go. I am giving you some more.

This is the chapter before the one that will have a Trigger-Warning. You all can imagine what will happen and I am not sorry. Not one tiny bit.

And as I said before, we will have hints, like a lot of them, what exactly is going on between the three "brothers" ;)

I am soooooooo glad you all give me reviews and send me messages. Thanks!

(It is quiet short this time, sorry!)

Both men scooted forwards, falling on their knees next to the girl and Murphy watched Daryl closely. "Beth", he whispered. He moved the girl into his arms. She was still unconscious and Daryl looked over to Murphy. What were they supposed to do? Split up?
Murphy looked flabbergasted at the knife in Beth hand and then looked back to Daryl. Murphy shut his eyes close. "Connor", he whispered with a broken voice. Daryl tried to wake up Beth but looked at Murphy worried. "Murph'?"
"The knife."
Daryl looked at the knife and let out his breath. "Well. Fuck. He can't be far."
"Yeah but we can't leave her here. You should go back to the cabin with her. I will go and get Conn'", Murphy suggested.
"No. This is too dangerous. What if there are a bunch of weirdos?"
"She made it out."
"But look how hurt she is. And who the hell knows what Connor did."
Murphy shook his head. "You are right. But I can't..."
Daryl felt a movement in his arms and looked down to Beth. She opened her eyes. "Daryl", she said.
"Shhh. It's okay. You are save now."
"Connor", she whispered.
"What is with Connor?", Murphy asked.
"Still there. One guy. Hulk." She tried to sit up. "I need to go", Murphy said.
Beth grabbed his arm, confused that he saw Daryl twice. "No Daryl, you can't."
"Beth, I'm Daryl", the hunter said "this is Murphy. Conn's twin."
Beth looked confused but thought she is just too tired. "Hurry. He will kill him."
"Daryl", Murphy mumbled.
"I can't lose you both." It was selfish but he didn't care. He rather would keep one brother than none.
"Leave me behind", Beth whispered. "I will wait here." "No. NO! I am not leaving you alone anymore. I did that once", Daryl argued.
"Daryl. I am still alive. But after what Connor did that man will torture him, probably rape him and kill him."
Rape. RAPE! Daryl looked at Murphy who had the same fearful expression on his face. Daryl looked down to Beth.. "Did they..did...you?"
She shook her head. "No. His wife always held him back. But Connor shot her."
Both men nodded. What were they supposed to do?
Murphy massaged the bridge of his nose and let out a frustrated noise. "This is what we do. We will stay here. Going back coasts too much time. We will clear her wounds and fix her up. You both will sleep and then we will go and rescue my asshole brother." Murphy was angry. Why did Connor run into that alone? They did those things when they were together, not apart. Idiot. Getting himself killed with his stupid plans all the time.
"I know how hard this is", Daryl whispered. Beth was crawling towards the next tree, leaning against it. And Daryl went over to Murphy who looked suddenly 20 years older. Daryl placed himself in front of his friend and put one hand on his cheek. "He will be alive. We will rescue him. Believe. Come on." He pulled Murphy in a hug and he felt the body of Murphy shaking. The man was crying. He wrapped his arms even closer around his newly acquired brother and ran one hand through his hair. He was never good at comforting people but he had watched enough interactions in the group to know this will probably help. "Connor", Murphy whined.
"Shhh. Conn' is a tough fucker. He will survive. He is probably annoying the guy with some irish swearing."
Murphy chuckled and cried at the same time. Daryl smiled but at the same time he felt the same thing that Murphy was feeling. Something was so horribly wrong. Daryl let go of the Irishman and nodded once before going back to Beth. He took her hand in his. "What happened?", he asked.
"They caught me the second I stepped out of the funeral home. Tortured me. Wanted to know where my group is. Told them I was alone." Daryl let his eyes slide over her face. She looked exhausted and she had one scar over her eyebrow. Her clothes were wet and dirty.
"I'm so sorry."
"Don't be. Not your fault."
"It was."
"Daryl Dixon, don't be so stupid. You are not. But now tell me what happened to you. I see you found new people."
"They kind of found me." Daryl smirked and looked to Murphy, who was touching his rosary. Murphy was praying.
"Tell me", Beth commanded.
"I searched for you and ran into a really awful group. They were bad. But I was staying with them and they were following a guy that killed one of them. I was walking away when it dawned on me. The guy they were following was Rick. I went back. Just in time. They nearly raped Carl and killed Rick and Michonne."
"They are alive?"
"Yes. You were right all the time."
"See Dixon. Listen to me."
"Yeah." He squeezed her hand and then went on. "We four went to Terminus where we were not treated so well. They trapped us in a train wagon and there we found Glenn, Sasha, Bob and Maggie."
Daryl watched the girls face. Her blue eyes lighting up her lips forming a smile. "My sister is alive?"
"Yeah."
Murphy was watching them and couldn't help but smirk. The situation wasn't at all happy but he could imagine how Beth must feel to know her family is alive.
"Two days later they had gagged and tied us. Rick, Michonne, Bob, Carl and me. And we thought we were going to die there. But then we heard gunshots and prayers. And Conn' and Murph' saved us. They were outnumbered but managed to kill everybody. They got us out."
"Wow." Beth looked over to Murphy. "He has your face."
Both men chuckled. "Yeah. We were shocked too."
"So the group is waiting for you three?"
"No. They start moving in some hours. They are going to Washington. Our group is a bit bigger now. Glenn found people while searching for Maggie. And one of them knows a cure."
"Wow. Cure. Great. Anyone else alive?"
"Yeah. Carol, Tyresee, Judith."
Beth looked surprised and smiled. "See! Our family is still alive. I told you. Will you now have faith?"
"Yes girl. Thank you for showing me that I should believe in things."
He looked over to Murphy and their eyes locked for a while. Daryl could feel how anxious Murphy was and how upset. "You know Beth, I believe now. Because Murphy and Connor were a sign from god. You will see what I am talking about when you see them together." Daryl squeezed her hand again and she nodded. "Can you fix me up now and then I will try to sleep."
"Aye." Murphy grabbed the stuff from his backpack and sat next to them. He held the stuff to Daryl. "Yer gonna do it or should I?"
"Think its better ya do it. I'm not exactly gentle."
"Beth yer okay if I fix yeh up?"
"Yes. When Daryl Dixon trusts you, I will trust you as much." Murphy thought she was brave and he was slightly nervous to see her naked. He wasn't used to treat girls. But he knew Daryl couldn't do it because he was giving himself a hard time right now. "Aye. Do yeh have injuries on yer body?"
"Yeah." She pulled off her shirt and stood up to strip off her jeans. Both men gasped. Her body was a battlefield. She had several bruises, streams of a belt and cuts on her body. Some were already closing, some were bloody and some looked like they had been opened every day. Daryl stood up and walked away. He couldn't see this. He leaned against a tree, his back turned to his friends. This was his fault. Everything was his fault.
Murphy washed Beth body and the girl didn't even jerk away."I'm sorry this happened to you", he whispered.
He looked at her and saw that she had started crying and biting her lip. Poor girl. Murphy put the water bottle and towel away and held her head in her hands. "Are yeh okay? Did I hurt yeh?"
She shook her head. "No. Thanks."
"Yeh need help dressing?"
She shook her head.
Murphy smirked and then went to see after Daryl and leave Beth a bit time to put her clothes back on. He saw him leaning against a tree.
"You okay Dar'?"
Head shaking.
"Wanna talk?"
More head shaking.
"I fixed her up."
Nodding.
Murphy was now close enough to grab Daryl's wrist. "Stop now. This was not your fault."
"It's just..her scars...I know.."
Murphy saw the pain in his friends face and his throat was feeling as if he got choked. Of Course. Daryl knew.
He pulled Daryl closer, then grabbed his face. "Daryl, I will personally put a bullet through that guys head. After you punched the shit out of him. She is strong. She will survive but she needs time to heal."
"Are you afraid what they will do to Connor now?", Daryl spit.
Murphy frowned. "Yes." He was beyond afraid. He was screaming inside.
Daryl started crying. "Oh god", he whined and felt as if his knees were giving up their work. It was too much. As soon as he heard the word rape he was trying hard time not to fall apart. He just found them and he knew what rape could do to a person. He knew how it changed someone but he didn't want Connor to change. "Shhh. Daryl, we have to be strong for her now and for Conn'." Murphy swallowed hard when he thought about what was probably happening to his brother right now. "But what if he gets raped that...I can't...just because we had that fight."
"Daryl, again, not your fault. It is mine. I shouldn't have told him to treat you like shit. I know this must be hard for you."
Daryl's face jerked up and his face unreadable.
"What do you mean?" He started struggling against Murphy. Murphy still held the hunters face and now stroked his thumbs over Daryl's jaw. "Conn' told me that you were abused. And we just assumed that yer asshole dad you know..raped you."
Daryl's face was frozen and he wasn't able to move. His eyes fixed on Murphy's face. Slowly he nodded. Admitting it for the very first time. "It all started when I was a kid. Maybe 8. Went on until I finally had enough strength to push him off of me." Murphy felt as if something had ripped his heart out. They should have been there with Daryl. He remembered something else but this would stay his secret. As long as he had to keep it a secret. And he hoped that Connor would never figure it out. Maybe he already had.
"I'm sorry. You never have to go through this again. I will protect you."
Daryl wrapped his arms around his brother. "And I will protect you. Let us hope it is not too late for Connor." Both of them felt like crying and screaming. Their stomachs were hurting and Murphy felt so sick. This world was horrible. Everyday something bad happened to good people. Sometimes he even dared to think that god had given up. That god knew that all the good in the world never could overweight the bad. And yet he was holding something good in his arms. Something that was broken and was healing while the world was falling to pieces. Murphy pulled Daryl closer and he knew he would never leave his side. This was his task. His new mission. Whatever the future would bring, he would protect Daryl. Even without Connor.

Yeah. I know. I will get a lot of hate for this. But believe me, after the next chapter you will all stop reading and hate me or love me even more :-PPP