What if

by GreenEM

What if Carol had been stronger? What if when the walkers went after Sophia on the highway, she had gone after her? What if Ed had survived the night the quarry was attacked. What if Carol wasn't Ed's wife, but his 18 year old daughter? What if Carol and Daryl had slowly been building a friendship from day one, but had kept it a secret from everyone?

5. Chapter 5 - Carol

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Watch out children! M for adult muthafuckin' themes.

I don't own shit...

Chapter 5 - Carol

Books.

Many times many books. Trashy books. Classic books. Biographies, essays, poetry, science fiction. I ran my hand along each spine with love, reading their titles and pulling the ones I was interested in. I had a backpack near filled up when I heard the door close.

I turned and swallowed hard.

"Pa?" I asked. He had been as much an evil bastard as ever at camp but at least he had been sober, controlled, careful, in a manner of speaking.

"Be a good little girl and come to daddy," he said with that mad look he got when he drank.

I tried to steady my breathing and ready myself for the pain.

He took another swig from a bottle of caramel colored liquor and slammed it down. I didn't flinch. He got off on fear and I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"Honor thy mother and thy father," he slurred, grabbing my chin ruffly. "It's in the bible."

I held my tongue and just looked at him. Didn't matter what I said, wouldn't change the way this was going to end. All that mattered was that if it was me, then it wasn't Sophie.

"You are a very disobedient daughter," he said he turned away a little and then snapped around, back handing me.

I saw it coming, he loved the old pretend to leave and then wham trick. Knowing it was coming didn't stop my vision from going black or the bruises I'd have tomorrow from my body hitting the floor.

I heard him unbuckling his belt. I didn't move.

I closed my eyes as he ripped my pants off. Everything else I could take, the beatings, the insults, but this was too much. I felt my mind shutting down. I clenched my fists tightly enough to draw blood waiting to find out if he would beat me with his belt before he... before he...

My mouth dropped open in a silent scream as the leather tore open old wounds on my back.

If it's me, it's not Sophie. If it's me, it's not Sophie. If it's me, it's not Sophie. If it's me, it's not Sophie.

I repeated it over and over in my mind. It was the only thing I had. The only grip I had on sanity. The only thing that would stop me from killing myself after it was all over.

"Why do you make me do this," he said. I heard his zipper being pulled down. "If you were a good girl, I wouldn't have to do this."

A single tear rolled down my cheek, the one pushed into the floor. He will never see me cry.