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For a while Jillian pushed the food around her plate, refusing to eat, while Daryl watched her from the end of the bed. She finally started eating when he leaned forward in the chair, rested his arms on his knees and threaten to get up and feed her himself. She knew he'd do it because one time she had been very sick and hadn't eaten in almost 48 hours. Daryl made her soup and forced the spoon in her mouth.
5 years ago:
" You are gonna eat this soup. This is what my mama made us when we were sick and we always got better, now eat." He said as he sat on their bed. Jillian was propped up on pillows, her hair damp with sweat from her fever.
" I can't, Double D. If I eat I'll throw up." She whined.
" Babe, you ain't ate in damn near two days, you are eating or I'm gonna force it down your throat. I got the trashcan here so if you need to throw up, just lean over and do it. Ain't nothing I haven't seen you do already. I'll just hold your hair like I did last night." Daryl said.
" I'm not eating." She said.
" I ain't giving you a choice. This is your last warning, eat this soup or I will make you." Daryl said.
" I'm not hungry." She said.
Daryl stood up and placed the soup on the night stand. He climbed into their bed and yanked her down by her legs. Jillian let out a small cry of surprise but he ignored her. He sat down carefully on her chest, pinning her arms with his legs. He reached forward and picked up the bowl. He spooned out some soup and shoved the spoon into her mouth while she was begging him to get off her. Jillian started to choke slightly but swallowed the soup down. She tried to turn her head away from him but he clamped his knees against the sides of her head so she couldn't move. He shoved another spoonful into her mouth again while she was protesting again.
" Now, you gonna eat or do we have to do this until it's gone? I don't mind either way." Daryl said as he stared down at her.
" I will eat it!" She explained. " Just get off me, you big, fat ass!"
" I ain't fat." Daryl said as he got off her. Jillian smiled as he sat down in the chair beside her. She pushed herself into a sitting position as he took out another spoonful of soup. He blew on it before bring the soup to her.
" I said I'd eat it." She said. He smirked.
" I know but I kind of like feeding you. So open up and eat the soup your man made you." Daryl said.
He fed her the soup until she had eaten the whole bowl. She didn't throw up so he made her a bath and changed their sheets while she relaxed in the hot water. He brought a clean tank top and pajama pants into their bathroom for her and after she was done, they curled up in their bed together and watched a movie.
She felt almost 100% better the next day and it became her turn to take care of him. He cursed her after each time he threw up. Since he didn't have long hair to hold back, Jillian sat on the floor and rubbed his back. Then she made him the soup and fed it to him. He tried to get out of eating it but Jillian gave him a nasty look and it shut him up right away.
Present day:
After Jillian finished eating, Daryl got up and took the plate from her. He carried it to the dresser and set it down before he returned to the chair again. Jillian crossed her arms and sat indian style in the bed but refused to talk or meet his eyes. Daryl tilted his head without thinking and his eyes travelled up her legs. She was wearing a pair a white shorts and he could see up them to her little black panties.
" Talk to me." Daryl said as he brought his eyes to her face. She shook her head. Daryl sighed and stood up. He walked around the bed and stood by it's side. " Talk to me." He said again.
" No." Jillian said, without looking at him. Daryl grabbed her legs in a flash and yanked her down the bed. Jillian screamed and tried to fight him as he climbed on top of her. " Get the fuck off me!" She yelled.
" No, not until you talk to me." He said. He was sitting on her stomach, staring down at her. Jillian raised her head up.
" Get off me." She said. He leaned down, resting his hands on the bed and putting his face inches from hers.
" Make me." He said. He expected to see anger flash through her eyes then. They both knew she'd never be able to get him off her. Jillian laid down and looked away from him.
" I hate you." She whispered. He frowned.
" What?" He asked. Jillian wiped her eye than she crossed her arms over her chest.
" Apart of me does anyway." She said. He got off her but stayed on her bed. He bend his legs and rested his arms on his knees, his left hand holding onto his right wrist. Jillian pushed herself back up into a sitting position again. She covered her legs with her blanket. " You didn't even let me tell you what happen. You screamed at me, broke our picture frames, then walked out of me. You disappeared, Merle wouldn't even talk to me, he yelled at me and I did nothing wrong." She said. She drew her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs as she looked at him. " I did nothing wrong." She repeated.
" No, you didn't. I'm sorry." Daryl said softly.
" I was scared for my life, had a gun shoved in my face, kidnapped and raped. What should have happen then was I come home and tell you Then you come with me to the hospital, you hold my hand while the doctor looks around at me and inside me, you comfort me while they take samples and I talk to the police, and you hold me while I criedmyself to sleep. But you know what did happen?" Daryl felt his breathing slow down as he waited for her to continue. " I came home, you screamed at me, accuse me of cheating and stormed out of my life. I drove myself to the hospital, I cried alone while the doctor repaired a tear I had inside me, inside me, Daryl. I had to have stitches put inside of me. I cried alone while the police took my statement, I cried myself to sleep for weeks. I had to quit my job and move."
" Why?" Daryl asked, he just wanted to keep her talking.
" At first I was too much of a wreck to work," She started as she stared down at her lap. " They understood though. But when I came back to work, every time the door opened I expected to see you, I hoped to see you. You filled our apartment even though you weren't there anymore. Every part of our apartment held memories of us and I just couldn't take it anymore." She said. She paused talking to cover her face with her hands. She took a deep breath then dropped her hands and an entirely different emotion took over her face. She was suddenly anger with him. " My life fell apart and the one person who was supposed to be there for me disappeared. You promised me you'd take care of me and at the first sign of trouble you bolted." He nodded.
" I did." He said.
" Is that all you have to say, Daryl? Is that really all you have to say to me?" She asked.
" I can't say anything else." It was his turn to drop his voice. " I'm sorry. It wasn't easy on me either." Jillian dropped her hands and stood up quickly. He watched as she started pacing beside the bed.
" It wasn't easy on you, are you fucking shitting me!" She snapped. " I mean, your kidding me, right? You have no idea what I went through!"
Daryl crawled across her bed and took her hand to stop her. He moved to sit on her bed so his legs were over the edge. He pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his head against her stomach. Jillian stiffened but he didn't pull away. He pulled away to pull up her shirt then nestled into her stomach. He placed a few light kisses against her skin. Jillian closed her eyes and her hands came to rest on his shoulders.
" I quit my job the day I moved out," He said. He sucked a small part of her skin into his mouth then let it slowly,and dragging his teeth against her skin. Jillian felt a soft moan escape her against her will. " I went into the woods for three weeks straight, only eating what I could kill." He moved to another part of her stomach and did the same thing again. " I refused to talk to anyone about you." His mouth gazed her skin, his breath swept across her. " My world ended that day and never started back up again." He finished as he looked up at her.