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Chapter 13- Regret

Anywhere I go, anything I try
Anyone I love is compromised
Everyone I see, staring on back at me
Why can't you let me be?

I don't know how to run
I don't know where to hide
The old me is dead and gone inside
What will you think of me
When all that you'll ever see
Is only a part of the other me?

"Fuck the rain!" Sully yelled seeing a few raindrops hit the windshield on the car as he puffed heavily on a cigarette. He swung and moved his hands rapidly to the music, that blasted out the speakers deafening the girl in the back. His movements were sluggish and numb, no doubt from some of the alcohol he had consumed from Angel's bottle. He didn't give a shit at the moment as he tried to drown out the tied up girl's pleading in the back seat. She was tap dancing on his last nerve.

Angel cocked any eyebrow from underneath her sunglasses. She had been quiet for the last hour or two enjoying the warm air that flowed into her open window and the engine of the car roaring. She had always enjoyed the open road in a loud car. The rain started beating down more rapidly.

"When it rains it pours," she laughed and Sully sent her an amused look. "Enjoying that liquor aren't you?" A loud stroke of thunder pierced around the car and he jumped. He didn't like thunder. Angel laughed as he glared out the window flipping the sky off.

"Fuck you thunder!" He sung making Angel laugh harder. He turned to her with narrowed eyes. "Shut up! When the hell are we getting there anyway?"

Serenity sent out another plea from the backseat for them to untie her. Sully spun around pointing an unsteady finger at her. "Why?" he slurred. "So you can point a fucking gun at my baby?"

"Ain't your baby Sully?" Angel said wiping her nose.

"Oh yea that's right . . . my bad your screwing that redneck." Angel grimaced at him she knew he was about drunk so she held her tongue. He placed a hand on her shoulder and leaned on the middle console with a small grin. "I gotta ask though is he better then me? Bet you twenty fuckin' dollars my dick's bigger!"

"He can eat pussy better then you," Angel laughed making him lean back over into his seat in deep thought searching for something to say back to that.

"Bullshit!" He finally concluded. The CD player turned over to the next song and he got serious. "Shut up! This is my fucking jam!"

He turned it up as loud as it would go and that was almost ear shattering. He banged his fists on his legs hard mimicking the drums. "Wait another minute! Can't you see what this pain has fucking done to me! I'm alive and still kicking. What you see I can't see and maybe you'll think before you speak!" Angel didn't mind his signing it was his talking that had been pissing her off. He could sing drunk or not, talking was another story. For a short guy he had a big voice.

"Take another second! Turn your back on me and make believe, that you're always happy. It's safe to say you're never alive! A big part of you has died and by the way, I hope you're satisfied." He sung louder starring at her pointing all the words and feelings at her. She shrunk a little; she understood why he pointed those words. It actually hurt a little.

She thought about making him switch places with Serenity. It was a pleasant thought but she forgot about it drifting off into her own little world.

"You know Angel," Sully said turning the radio down and pulled her out of her world.

"What?" she sighed. Yea it was about time to throw him in the backseat.

"I was going to kill that son of a bitch." His tone grew low and full of hate.

"Who?"

"Daryl . . . I just saw him touching you that day and it fucking . . . it just." He rubbed his face like he was in pain. "What has he ever done for you?" he almost yelled slapping his hand against the door cradling his forehead in his hand.

Angel paused in deep thought. He kept her from leaving the farm when she was hurt but she knew she would've been ok. What else had he done? Yea he kept her from killing Merle. "I don't wanna talk about that," she said lowly mostly because she couldn't think of anything touching at the moment.

"No fuck that!" He glared at her. "Tell me or." He pulled his gun out and pointed it at Serenity. "I'll fucking shoot her." You do know of course he had no intention of actually pulling the trigger. "You don't know how many nights I sat up worrying about you when I could never find you! You don't know how much I've hurt in the last few weeks over you! I wanna know where shit stands so I can sleep at night again. Because I'VE FUCKED UP EVERYTHING!"

Angel looked at him with a frown. "Stop being so melodramatic. You're not going to shoot anyone."

He smirked cocking his pistol. "I worked for the governor I don't mind shooting a bitch I don't know." He grinned trying to sell his bluff. Angel bought it.

"He saved Jewel in the beginning . . . saved me from putting a bullet in my head." She knew Sully wasn't going to know how to take the conversation from there and that almost made her grin. He drew his gun away slowly. "Does it fucking matter." Angel could've been quiet and ended the whole damn thing but she wanted to know. "I mean I would be happy if I knew you were happy. Does-"

"I know what you're gonna say and no. No Angel because I know how much pain you have inside . . . Daryl can't take it away. Shit I might not even be able to . . . Sometimes too much damage is done to repair; I say that cuz I'm one of those cases . . .I know I turned my back on you and now . . . Shit . . . I wanna say the sun will shine again but I don't know if it will." He took a deep breath un-cocking his gun and holstered it. "I could've stopped you from becoming what you are but I was too caught in my own pity to chase after you. You wouldn't have seen all that brutality and death life is bound to now. I understand why you're so pissed at everything."

"You'll never understand what goes on in my head . . . I'm glad I got to see and live what I did it made me strong. Made me feel like I had some kind of purpose. Not now I just feel like a tag along that leads people into hell and watches at the side line while they burn because of my mistakes."

"But Angel-"

"Shut up. You don't know. I've lived my life with some kind of meaning, not wondering blindly into the same pattern people used to live every day. Yea sure I've seen death and shit people don't ever need to see if they want to keep their sanity but hell . . . now a days that doesn't mean shit. My life, my existence doesn't even matter . . . then again maybe it never did and I'm just trying to justify all the blood on my hands with some bullshit excuse you'd hear in a song or something."

"I'm sure there's people that remember you as being something good and worth not forgetting . . . Me being one of them. I haven't walked away because I won't be able to forget. I live with enough damn regret as it is."

"Everyone who breathes does. The strong ones are the people who let it go . . . Learn from it move on fuck it. There's better things out there."

"Yea you're right I've wasted too many days sitting on things I couldn't do shit about. Just like you and that redneck . . . Him holding you like you use to let me do when you were scared. . . Kissing him the way you kissed me trying to show me you loved me, wanting me to touch you. Wanting me like that . . . I just miss having you that close. Am I jealous? Yes. Do I want you to tell him to fuck off? Again yea. Do I want you to be with me? No, not unless you wanted all my love."

"Sorry," she said numbly. "I think it's best we start to drift apart . . . Be better for both of us. Cuz' face it we could be friends when we were that close but even a touch away from that we can't hardly fucking stand each other or we hurt each other over the littlest things." He gave a short chuckle.

"Yea maybe you're right. I'm tired of hurting . . . Especially considering she wants me to hurt."

"What?"

"Not stupid. I know why you do what you do. I see things in you . . . You'll never know what I see." She paused cocking her eyebrow at him questionably. Figuring out riddles was never an easy task for her.

"What?" she asked once again not changing her tone. He smirked at her.

"Pull over I gotta piss," he said grabbing the door handle. She quickly pulled off the road and shoved the gearshift in park.

"Hurry up I'm a bit tempted to leave you."

"I'll come find you." He laughed making her smile a bit. He quickly jumped out leaving the door open. She turned down the radio and turned back looking at Serenity.

"I'm sorry you're still tied up . . . Don't think we're going to hurt you ok. Where we're going there might be a chance a man there can help you remember. I'm sorry I don't know if you would've pulled that trigger. I don't fear dieing but I can't just yet. I've got people counting on me alright."

The girl said nothing and glared at Angel. She was pissed and Angel definitely didn't feel bad for her anymore. The girl was being a bitch and she didn't appreciate that at all. Then again Sully had threatened to kill her only moments before.

Angel's breath caught roughly in her throat at the sound of a pained yell. One that left her sick at her stomach, it was too familiar as Daja'vu tore through her like a sharp blade. This wasn't happening. She jumped out the car only to be met by the sound of a gun shot.

She sprinted towards the path Sully had took into the woods surrounding them. The rain chilled her skin over.

She found Sully kicking a walker that laid on the ground with a single gun shot wound to the head. She thought it was ok. "Fucking bitch!" Sully yelled giving one last kick that made his boot kick through rotten flesh and cracked ribs. He pulled his boot out and turned to her with a sorrowful gaze on his face.

"Looks like you're getting your wish baby doll," he said looking at his shoulder. The walker bite mark had his arm pouring blood. He was bit and Angel was left in a state of familiarity that made her want to shoot herself on the spot. This wasn't happening again was it? No, not Sully. Hell no not him.