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Chapter Five
Lila lay in bed, her eyes closed but her ears ready to catch the slightest sound. Footsteps sounded down the hallway, doors slammed and lights were turned off. She slipped out of bed, already clothed in jeans and t shirt, she grabbed the bag she had hidden in her wardrobe. She threw it over her shoulder and quietly tiptoed down the stairs, everything was in darkness.
"Where are you going?" A voice appeared from behind her and she turned to find her younger sister stood, her eyes wide and confused. Lila moved over to her, she was shorter than her sister, even though her sister was only 16, she had the tall thin frame of a supermodel already. Lila smiled, her hand moving a lock of familiar blonde hair out of her eyes.
"I have to go," She said with guilt, "I can't stay here." Lila prepared for her sister's argument, but Ada only looked to the floor, her eyes filling with tears before she looked back to Lila.
"I know," Ada shrugged, "I'll miss you."
A tear rolled down Lila's cheek and she couldn't help but grip her little sister's hand even tighter.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be," Ada smiled, she was always the strong one, wise before her years, "I understand. I love you," Ada wrapped her arms around Lila one last time before pulling back.
"I won't tell them anything."
"I'll try and find you again," Lila said, knowing that she probably would never see her sister again.
As if reading Lila's mind, Ada laughed apathetically, shaking her head, "I know you will. Just don't kill yourself searching."
"I love you," Lila finalised, turning from her sister, who now looked far more vulnerable and frightened, "You'll be okay." Lila clarified before opening the door, walking out and closing it behind her.
Lila jumped from her slumber, her breathing ragged and quick, her hands gripped at her throat, she felt as if she was choking. She couldn't help but look around the empty room, it was better than the chill of the tent outside at least.
She got up slowly, every bone in her body ached with tension as she walked down the stairs. She entered the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water from the jug on the table. She gulped down the liquid as fast as she could, anything to relieve the dry itching in her throat.
"Whoa," A voice sounded from the doorway and Glenn stood wide eyed.
"What?" Lila asked with a frown, pulling the glass away from her mouth.
"You look awful," Glenn replied.
"Wow, thank you? Way to make a girl feel better," She said, setting the glass in the sink and having to hold her side when the pain struck her.
"Sorry I just…no one really knew how bad it was, we were worried about you," Glenn said.
Lila laughed, "Why?"
"Because of what happened," Glenn's voice lowered, his eyes flashing from the ground up to Lila.
Suddenly, Lila was overcome with emotion, a feeling she couldn't put her finger on. It felt as if she was about to throw up and scream at the same time.
She pushed past Glenn and walked out of the house, she stood out on the porch, her hands gripped around the banister. Her fingers were still bloodied from trying to claw along the cold cement ground of the barn, she closed her eyes, trying to forget the feel of his hands on her skin. She thumped her own hands down against the banister on the porch, the pain radiated through her wrists and up her arms.
"What's going on?" Shane asked as he walked towards the house. Lila's eyes lifted to meet his and immediately his expression changed.
"Everyone knows," Lila hissed between clenched teeth, again, her hands hit against the wooden ledge in anger. Shane didn't know what to say, she was right, everyone knew exactly what had happened, or, nearly happened, in the barn. They had had a long conversation about the situation when Lila had fallen asleep last night.
"It makes me sick," Lila cried, turning to face Shane, her hand was placed firmly on her stomach, she was clearly in pain.
"I guess you should know," Shane paused, running his hand back over his shaved head.
Suddenly, Lila's face dropped, an eerie calm seemed to take over her as she took a step closer to Shane.
"Know what exactly?" She asked.
"Randall's still in the barn." The words were quiet and final, Shane's eyes locked with hers in a moment of understanding. It took her only a second to walk fearlessly down the porch steps and across the grass, heading directly for the barn. As she past the fire pit, she picked up a piece of wood from the pile, a couple of people looked up to frown at her but she didn't stop walking.
She pushed through the barn door with a vengeance, Randall had already been beaten up badly, she made sure to check the ties on his feet and hands were secure before she ripped off his blindfold. The second his eyes locked on the heavy piece of wood in her hand, his confident smirk dropped.
"Try anything funny and I'll rip you to pieces quicker than you can scream," Lila stated, her voice cold and calm. Randall's mouth was ajar in shock as he studied her, he did his best to squirm back from her but it was no use.
Lila swung the bit of wood directly into his side, knocking him to the ground.
"You piece of shit!" She yelled, swinging the wood into him again, "I hate you!" She continued, dropping the piece of wood as she lifted him back up again with difficulty, she stared directly into his swollen eyes, there was no cruel smirk or punishing expression left, instead, he just looked frightened.
"I hope you rot out there," Lila whispered before her fist swung into the side of his face in one steady swoop, her hand crunched with the pressure, but she didn't even flinch. Blood poured from his nose and mouth as she punched him just once more.
"I'm sorry," Randall spluttered, his face pressed against the ground. Lila began to walk towards the doorway, but turned around to look at him for just a second.
"You're not sorry. But you will be," Lila said, her voice sweet with sincerity.
"I'm willing to bet that you were just a normal guy before of this happened," She said quietly and Randall's bruised and battered eyes lifted to watch her in curiosity.
"Had a family, friends…maybe even a girlfriend," She paused, her eyes meeting with his, "Do you ever wonder what they would say if they knew what had happened to you? What happened to your humanity? What happened to the boy they raised?" Silence filled the barn, nothing but shock and sadness was carried on the warm breeze.
"I wonder what mine would say," Lila scoffed, turning away from Randall.
"You're right," Randall's voice stated from behind her, he sounded weak and vulnerable.
"I wasn't asking for clarification. I just needed you to acknowledge that there was other options, you chose to destroy what was left of my life, as if the apocalypse wasn't enough – the world has people like you, ready and willing to kill off the scraps of humanity that the walkers haven't already eaten," Sarcasm was heavy in her tone as she looked back to him, "Like I said…I hope you rot."
She exited the barn, wiping the blood off of her hands and onto her already stained jeans, she had hoped to feel some sense of satisfaction, but there was just an emptiness dwelling in her stomach that she just couldn't seem to shift.
People watched her as she walked slowly and weakly past the campsite, she stopped where most of the cars were parked, just far enough away so that people would realise that she wanted to be alone. Lila fell to her knees, exhausted, a weight still hung on her shoulders. She let out an exasperated sigh and hung her head in defeat, nothing was fixed. Not one thing.
Daryl watched from the campfire, her hands were covered with blood, her knuckles split and weeping. Everyone knew where she had been heading, but silently, everyone had allowed her to go into the barn. Whatever she had done, it hadn't helped. He took note of how weak and tired she still looked as she knelt on the grass, her blonde hair acting as a shield so that no one could see her face. She could have worn a mask but everyone would still know that she was crying.