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Jillian stayed in bed longer then she normally did. She didn't want to face him. She didn't want to face the day where he continued to ignore her, where he pretended like he hadn't kiss her. She didn't think she could handle it but she knew she had too. She got out of bed and quickly brushed her teeth. She pulled her hair back then wiped down with the bowl of water and soap. After she was done, she dried off and got dressed. With a heavy sigh, Jillian went to her door and opened it.

Daryl slowly got dressed while he waited to hear her door. He had gotten back into his room last night and placed the file outside of her room with a note. He hadn't known what to say to her, how to bring it up so he did the only thing he could think of doing. His note said he was sorry, that Rick had brought the file back from the trip to town and Daryl had read it. He didn't what he expected from Jillian and he was nervous.

Jillian didn't even knock on his door. She stormed down the hallway and threw it open. Daryl was buttoning up his shirt but paused she was swept into the room, file in her left hand. She slammed the door shut and came over to his bed. Daryl was sitting on the right side of it and looked up at her. Jillian's eyes were red and he could tell she had been crying. He took a deep breath as he looked at her. She was frowning and looked pissed despite having been crying.

" What the hell is this?" She snapped as she held the file up.

" It's your case file." Daryl said.

" Where the fuck did you get it?"

" Rick got it for me. You told Lori what happen, she told Rick and when we went to town yesterday, he got the file to show it to me. Guess he wanted me to know what really happen." Daryl said.

" So you just decided to put the file out in the hallway where anyone walking by could read it! What the fuck, Daryl!" She snapped.

" I ain't thought of it like that." He said, his voice low and quiet to her loud and yelling one.

" So what now, you read the file and you believe me? You had to read it to believe me?" A few angry tears were slipping their way down her red cheeks.

" I didn't know, Jill, I'm sorry." He said.

" Don't! Don't you dare call me that! You got no right to call me that anymore!" She threw his words to her right back into his face.

" I should have believed you." He said.

" It's too late now, Daryl, way too fucking late. You left me when I needed you most, didn't even consider what I was saying was true. When did you think I cheated on you? I changed my schedule at the diner to match your schedule, you came in at your lunch to see me everyday. If you had a day off during the week because it rained you took me to work. I was home on weekends with you. We were together every second of the day when we weren't working. How the fuck could I have cheated on you!" She yelled. Daryl stood up and started towards her.

" You're right, I'm sorry. I should have listen to you. I ain't got an answer or excuse for you. I fucked up." He said as he took a hold of her arms. She shook her head as she frowned at him.

" Fuck you." She almost whispered.

" What?" Daryl asked, thinking he hadn't heard her right.

" Fuck...You." She repeated slowly. She pulled away from him and slammed the file into his chest. "You can keep this. You might want to reread it so you can convince yourself more that I wasn't lying. I don't need it, I have relived the memories of it enough to last me a lifetime." She took a few steps backwards towards the door. Daryl started towards her again.

" Jillian, please, listen to me." He said.

" Don't Daryl, I don't want to hear anything you have to say. There is nothing you can say that will make this right, nothing." She said before she turned away and walked out of his room. Daryl shook his head and closed his eyes.

" Fuck!" Jillian heard him yell as she leaned against his door. She closed her eyes as tears flowed down her cheeks. " Fuck!" He repeated to say as she heard him moving around in his room. She pulled away from his door and hurried to her own room. She knew he was going to the woods and didn't want to see him when he came out.

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Daryl stormed around the woods with anger guiding him. He was pissed, pissed at her for not letting him talk, pissed at Rick for giving him the file, and pissed at himself for fucking everything up. She had been the best thing that had ever happen to him. He knew her, he knew her mind was made up, she wasn't going to talk to him about it. Things had been bad between them since he came to the house and now they were going to be unbearable. She had nothing but hate in her eyes when she was yelling at him and he didn't know how to deal with her hating him.

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Jillian stayed in her room for most of the morning. Andrea had come to see if she was okay and Jillian had told her she was just not feeling well. She laid in her bed and cried off and on the entire day. She was going over their break up and the rape over and over again. She saw the hate and anger in his face when he yelled at her in their apartment. She saw the hate in the man's face that had kidnapped her. She covered her face and cried until she fell asleep.

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Daryl came home around dinner time. He had made up his mind on how to handle her and went looking for her. He asked Andrea where Jillian was and was told she hadn't come out of her room the entire day. He took some dinner they had cook and made his way back to the house. He clicked on his flashlight and started up the stairs. He was going to make her listen to him, even if he had to lock her in her room.

Without knocking, Daryl opened her door. She was laying on her bed, not moving. He set her dinner down on the floor then moved to the dresser. Putting his shoulder against it, he pushed the dresser across the floor. It was heavier then he thought it was going to be so it was taking a little longer then he had planned. He knew she would either try and kick him out of her room or she'd leave when she woke up and found him there. He figured the dresser would allow him to say what he wanted.

Jillian woke to the sound of something being dragged across the hardwood floor of her room. She frown and sighed before she opened her eyes. She turned onto her back and stared in shock at Daryl. He had his left shoulder against the dresser and had pushed it so it was almost completely covering the door. She sat up as he swept a hand across his forehead to wipe away sweat. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him working. She became angry with herself for being attracted to him but she had always loved it when he full of sweat from either working or hunting.

" Dixon! What the hell are you doing?" She snapped.

" Moving your dresser." He answered as he gave it one last push. He stood up and smiled at her. "Now you can't get away from me or kick me out." He said. He walked over to the plate of food he had made her and picked it up. He casually walked to her bed and sat the plate on the mattress. " You eat then we are talking." She crossed her arms over her chest as she started to shake her head.

" I'm not hungry." She said as he walked across her room.

" You ain't ate all day. You are eating. Besides I didn't ask you if you were hungry." He said as he grabbed the chair in the corner of her room.

" You can't just come in here and start ordering me around." She snapped as he started back towards her bed.

" I just did." Daryl said as he sat the chair down at the end of the bed. " You are going to eat everything on that plate and then we are going to settle things between us. I ain't going anywhere, I don't care if we are here all night. I got shit to say to you and I know you got shit to say me, shit I deserve to hear. So get to eating." He said.