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I sit here reflecting on the last little stretch of time. We have joined Hilltop, Maggie and I, well we're not fans of Georgy he was a self-serving man who was using his leadership to survive. Jesus was a well-defined man with a good head on his shoulders, Maggie and I made the deal to get their man back, take on the Saviors in turn getting supplies like medical stuff. We got him and fulfilled our deal, Jesus brought our packages for Denise and the rest into our storage. At night I fixed the log's and took what I could, Daryl helped so that I wasn't sneaking off doing bad things alone. So, much has happened Maggie was taken along with Rosita, but in the end, everything was okay, but we know the issue with the saviors might just be beginning.

Daryl, Denise, Holly, and Rosita are going on a small scouting trip that I was supposed to go on, but here I sit tied to a chair in our kitchen, I was so angry, so angry that I cried as he slammed the door shut. Now I sit here alone a gag in my mouth, I was not a child and right now he was just jealous of some guy. Jesus and I got on well, but he was gay, you could tell maybe he doesn't want anyone to know but I knew it, I was willing to bet. I personally think he and Aaron would make a cute couple, better than him and Eric.

But my boyfriend was tired of me risking my life.

**Flashback**

I liked sleeping in his bed, it had nothing to do with the bed it was the man in it, he had no issue just holding on to me all night. We have not taken our relationship to the next level, but it was only a matter of time until it happened. He dressed behind me as I pulled on jeans and a black metal and rock tour of '97 tee, my old faded brown riding boots are last as I am now ready to go, I wore my hair in a ponytail to keep it from my face.

Daryl gave me a passive look before we headed to have a small meal, just a simple egg on toast for him, I had fresh fruit thinking more weight needed to be shed. "You stay put, love. Just goin to do these dishes up." he was being very caring this morning maybe over doing it a little.

I went over the map yet again, Denise wanted to hit up a certain store which was a little ways away, so with a red pen I traced the best rode to get there and back, time was always working against us, we didn't want many out at once. I was slammed back into the chair like a sack of potatoes I was so confused for a split second, it was Daryl. My brain was saying it was, they're his hands but when I tried to move from the chair his words are low and firm.

"This is for the best." the white silky rope was around my waist. "I am worried enough with these assholes running around, you don't need to be out there risking your life. Sorry you can just be mad at me when I get home." he was tying me up, it didn't hurt but in no way was I going to get loose with my hands tied firmly to the chair, my ankles the very same as he now moved the chair to face the door way.

I yelled, "LET ME GO RIGHT NOW YOU BLOODY, ASSHOLE. WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!?" letting as much hate and anger flow through my words but anger was something he understood, something he could deal with.

I sniffled, his eyes softened his hands reached to the cords before he shook his head diverting his eyes from my face as tears leaked out, not in sadness but rage. "Let me out of this, this is not how you treat your girlfriend." I pleaded with wide eyes.

He just didn't look at me, using his bandanna to gag me as the knock rattled the front door, the light streaming in alerted me someone had entered. It was Rosita she was ready to go as Daryl stood with a low curse muttered.

She rushed forward, "Untie her damn it, what is your damage?" but she was just held back as he took the map that was folded.

"YOU ASSHOLE!" Rosita pounded on his back in anger, I just struggled trying to get free from my little prison. Rosita tried to get free, but it was Daryl he would just carry her from Alexandria kicking and screaming. She was giving me a look saying how sorry she was, Daryl looked back once seeing me crying.

He whispered. "Sorry, I will be back, and you can hate me then." I hated him now.

I was sore, and my rear hurt after so long, I was going to bash heads soon enough.

The door opened and in walked Carl and Enid. "Fine job jackass." she tore the bandana off, with a stern look she sighed.

I sniffled, it was real I was hurt and sad this time. "Please, un-tie me I really have to pee it has been hours." with a few curses and his knife I was free my bladder bouncing, rejoicing being able to be relieved. As I wash my hands my anger perks up, its nearly five in the afternoon, I have been siting since eight this morning; a whole eight hours.

They were standing by the door when I walked back in, the torn ropes in his hand as he smiled, "We're sorry we didn't come sooner, we thought you left. We were coming to check on the animals." she gave me a worried look as if I would be mad at them

Nodding. "Not your fault nether of you, since I am going to empty a gun into my boyfriend, or ex that was hurtful being tied up you both might be helping more." maybe he thought he be back much sooner, but now my wrist are bruised and cut up.

"He was wrong." was all he said walking from the house with me, I grabbed a tin feeding the chickens and they come running as I make sure they have extra, they were to be fed before we left this morning. They left me fuming, they understood Daryl was wrong it was rash thinking with us not knowing much about the Saviors. So, I just fumed feeding the chicks and checking the gardens, they're so much bigger now with more land. I had three turkeys, two piggies, a vast amount of chickens now but after all was said and done I was storming from the gates ready to wage war all over his backwoods ass.

I saw Sasha walking so I walked up to her side. "Have you seen Daryl?" I asked her in a tone that hinted murder.

She retorted, "No, I am still waiting on Abraham to get back."

We walked around to the front tower, Spencer called down. "Have two cars incoming, looks like they are back." this was good, but when the gates opened Daryl was carrying Holly's dead body, Denise and Rosita running with him. Eugene and Abraham behind them, I just walked with Eugene who gives me a nod.

"Found an industrial factory to make some bullets." he was solemn, but I think he is coming into his own.

I smiled touching his hand, "Great, I would love to help. We brainiac's should stick together we can fight but we know how to do things the others can't." he gave me a smile looking down, I wish Rosita saw him in a better light but right now she was hurt.

"We do."

Daryl never saw me as I walked far back, Holly was gone and would be buried. I watched him walk towards our home, he wouldn't find me there.

I called out, "ROSTIA!" her thin face was filled with relief that I managed to escape my chair.

She and I walked into her room, she locked it. "How did you get out?"

"Carl and Enid came after eight hours, I had to pee something fierce. I wanted to say thank you for attempting to help me, and see if you're okay. I know he left you for Sasha…" I was good friends with her, and wanted to see if I could be with Rosita too.

She tossed her hat to the bed side table while working her thoughts out. "I loved him, and he used me, I know life moves on but how?"

"By not sleeping with Spencer, sorry but he is an opportunist his mother even knew this. I wish I could get you to open your eyes and see a very good man in front of you, he fought for you too. You think Big Red magically came up with that shiner, it was Eugene. He really cares for you; the good and the bad. He is smart, he is caring, and he can be more to the right girl. Maybe you can give him a chance, like a date." she looked at me as if I was a mutant.

I held my hands up. "A date, see how you feel. Just try because I am willing to bet you will enjoy it."

She was sizing me up. "He really punched Abraham?"

"Oh yeah, a sucker punch to the face he was fumed he did that to you." she flopped on the bed thinking, I waited and watched until she gives me a look.

She decided. "Fine one date, tomorrow night."

"Go in with an open mind and heart, he has had it planned already."

She was smiling as I left her there, heading to find Eugene he wasn't very hard to find he was sitting on his porch going over some notes when I walked up taking a seat on the banister.

"So, guess what?" I started out my tone teasing.

He asked. "What?" he was not good at this game.

I smirked. "You have a date tomorrow night, eight at night pick her up at her door. You owe me." he was up his face pale with disbelief.

He retorted. "You're pulling my chain, so to speak." I just sighed.

"She hates your hair, go to Oliva as soon as possible but don't let Rosita see it before your date. I gave Oliva a general idea of how your hair should be, you come and tell me how the date went." he took his notes and walked from the porch heading in Oliva's general direction, with a sigh it was time to head home.

It was peaceful as I walked, I wasn't as mad just hurt he did this, in no way did he have a right too. I didn't see him when I walked in, I wasn't hungry, too upset to eat. I locked myself in my room needing this time alone to think. I did fill the bath up with warm water to rest my sore ass in, the water felt great this was never something I do but it was needed.

By nine I was in my pajamas reading by candle light, I sighed setting my book down when the sounds of heavy footfalls are heard, he wasn't alone, next was Ricks voice at my door as he banged on it. I strode over nice and slow not needing to answer but it was Rick and he was like a father figure, so I unlocked the door seeing him and Daryl.

I asked. "Yes?"

Rick retorted, "We couldn't find ya." now he was smiling at me, but Daryl was looking at the floor.

In a low dead tone. "I finally was released after eight hours of being tied up, I went and talked to Rosita and Eugene, before that I was with Sasha, now I am home." with a slow move Rick was facing Daryl with a disbelieving look.

"You didn't."

"It was for her safety, Eugene is not a fighter and her going with him was putting her at risk." he was holding on to his moral beliefs, his un-rational thinking.

I was so done; my heart was breaking. "I love you very much, Daryl, but you hurt me. I need you to stay away from me. In fact, I am going to see Denise for the marks on my wrist, maybe she has some cream."

Rick was pissed, "No, you stay I will get Denise to come here. Daryl come on." I turned not making eye contact with him as Rick closed my door, but I could hear him yelling even after the door was shut behind them. I just lay in bed sobbing because I was in love with him, soon enough a small knock on my door made me get up but knowing it was Denise made it better.

Her face was filled with pain as she examined my wrist. "Pretty bad rope burn, going to put some ointment on it before I wrap them up. Daryl was fretting about you the entire time, now I know why he was, even why he and Rosita kept going at it."

"He takes protection to far, now every move I make is filled with pain. My rear hurts from sitting in that hard chair for eight hours."

Denise frowned. "Can I have a look just, so I can make sure you don't have a sore form being in that position?" she asked like I might say no to her based on her liking the ladies.

I just stood pulling up my long tee, she sighed. "A small one hold on this is going to be cold on your rear." I tried hard not to jump but it was cold but stung at the same time as she applied cream to it, now I was hungry.

I was alone after she gave me instructions and left, Daryl was sitting on his bed when I let her out, he looked up seeing the bandages wrapped around me, but without another word I relocked the door. I waited and waited until I hear his door close before I came out, little immature but I was hungry, so I made some salad with left over chicken, making my way up the stairs when I hear him.

"I never meant to hurt you, Cami."

"But you did anyways." my eyes filled with tears as I faced him, he saw the pain and was taken back by it, I trusted him. I just shut my door, crying while sobbing into my salad.

Life was never fair…