I'm so sorry that it took me so long to get this out. So much has been happening. But I am glad school is almost over so that will free up some time. I will try to get the next one out sooner. Enjoy! x
Night turned into day and I had gotten very little sleep after my dad and Shane left. Between the pain in my head and the nightmares I had, I barely gotten any sleep. I wondered if Patricia had slipped in a sleeping pill since the previous night I slept like a baby.
My dad was in the room now. I tried pretending I was still asleep but it was no use. I turned my head towards him as he sat on the chair by my bedside. "Can you rub my back like you used to?"
He stood up and sat at the edge of the bed. He let out a short breath from his nose and started rubbing my back as he used to do many times when I was little. "I remember the last time I did this like it was yesterday." He continued to rub my back and I felt sleepy right away. "You threw your biggest tantrum that night saying you were too old for backrubs. I think it was that night when I wanted another kid."
I smiled to myself at the memory. It was one of the first tantrums of many I had thrown since then. I wanted to go back to those days when everything was simple; Two loving parents all to myself and no walkers.
I woke up from another nightmare in the late afternoon to an empty room. I had enough of lying in bed and decided to get up. I threw my legs over the side of the bed and started moving my foot in circles. It still hurt but not as bad as the last few days. I found the crutch on the ground, picked it up and used it to walk out of the room. I bumped into Maggie who scoffed and walked away from me as fast as she could.
I stared at her back as she trudged up the stairs. She must not have enjoyed the barn sex as much as Glenn was hoping. There wasn't any way I could go after her so I started walking towards the kitchen.
Patricia was sitting at the table with a young blond girl, probably Beth. They both turned and only Beth smiled. "You're on your feet again. I'm Beth." She smiled again and I smiled back.
"How's your head?" Patricia questioned. She quickly stood up and walked over towards the counter. She reached for a pill bottle and opened it. "Take one more and eat something. I've noticed that you haven't been eating. Your father says you're not on any sort of diet…"
"…but then again why would you be," Beth said. "With the whole situation and what's going on." Patricia looked down at Beth and held her hand out towards me handing me a pill.
"There's nothing wrong with your food," I told her taking the pill and holding them in my hand, "I'm just not as hungry as I thought I would be."
Patricia grabbed a glass from the cabinet and walked over towards the refrigerator. She poured orange juice into it and handed it to me. "At least drink this." I took the glass from her and swallowed the pill. I wiped my mouth and handed her the glass back.
"Thank you," I told her. "Not just for this, but you know, for everything you've done for Carl and stuff." I hesitated for a second, "And I didn't know your husband but I'm sorry about him."
She took the glass and quickly walked towards the sink. Beth smiled for a split second and looked at Patricia's back. She walked over to her and started rubbing her back gently. I took that as my cue to leave. I looked at the two of them once more and walked out of the kitchen and towards Carl's room. He was sitting up on his bed. He was looking better as the days went on, he looked less pale and in less pain than the first day I saw him.
"I thought you were supposed to stay in bed like me," he said. I shrugged my shoulders. He knew better that I don't ever listen to doctor's orders. "Want to see my cool scar?"
"Not really."
"Are you going to have an ugly scar on your forehead?" he asked. He leaned forward and put his small hand on my forehead, looking straight at it. "You're going to have to wear your hair covering your face like that guy from the Adams Family." He looked down at my leg. "And you're probably never going to wear shorts again when you take that bandage off. That'll leave another ugly scar. And you'll probably never walk right again."
I frowned at him. "Shut up Carl."
He had a large grin on his face as I stood up. I had the urge to flip him off but that wouldn't make me feel better. Of all people Carl was the only one who knew all of my insecurities I had yet he still continued to push my buttons. I thought back to this morning what my dad said. I wondered if I would have let my parents rub my back for a few more years if Carl would have been born. As harsh as it sounds maybe things would be better without Carl. He had a fairly good childhood but his teen years are going to be full of fear and death all around him; if he even survives that long.
I walked out of the house and made my way towards where the camp was set up. Nobody was around and I assumed they had gone out to Shane's gun practice. I found myself entering Daryl's tent to see if he was in there.
"You don't listen, do you?"
I shook my head and sat down next to him. "If I stay in that bed you don't bother visiting me. It's like you have a phobia stepping foot inside that house."
"How do you know?" he questioned. "You spend all your time sleepin'."
"So you do visit."
"Just once this mornin'," Daryl said. "You were tossin' 'n' turnin' in your sleep so I left."
"Nightmares," I told him simply.
"With all the shit you've seen I'm not surprised."
"How come you never asked me what happened when I was gone?"
"You shouldn't have to relive it all over again." His hand went up towards the bandage and his fingers slowly glided over the large cut under it.
"Well that was nice of you. I wish you were like this all the time."
"Just 'cause I didn't ask you then doesn't mean I won't. You can tell me another time," he spoke softly. His hand moved down to my neck and pulled me closer to him. He brought his lips up to my head and held them there for a few seconds. He removed his lips and moved my hair that I purposely kept combing with my fingers forward to hide the cuts on the side of my face. When he moved my hair back his fingers brushed over the large scratches on the back of my neck.
Before he could say anything, I leaned forward. I wanted our lips touching once again but before that could happen I slowly backed away when I heard footsteps and soon the tent flap opened.
"You're outside again." It was Glenn. Of course he would be the one interrupting me. I really didn't want to hear about his night last night so I just glared at him. "Oh, hi." His shifted around the outside of the tent and he looked as if something was bothering him.
"What's up Glenn?"
"I didn't know you were busy," he said quickly. He cleared his throat and leaned back. "I'll just talk to you later."
"I'm not busy," I told him quickly. "But if this is about Maggie or something then I don't care." Glenn started at Daryl and pursed his lips tightly.
"It's nothing. I'll tell you later."
"You tryin' to kick me out of my own tent?" Daryl asked. "If you wanted personal time with each other, just say."
"No. No, no I am not." Glenn cleared his throat again. "I'll just, you know, be out here, doing something else. Actually, forget about it. I just wanted to see how you are. You're looking good, again. Those cuts are healing up nicely. Yeah, I'll see you later." Glenn quickly shut the tent flap and I heard his footsteps walk away quickly.
"I think the Chinaman's getting too much sun."
I let out a breath through my nose and started laughing. "I think you're intimidating to him." I rolled my eyes and forced myself to stand up. "I have to see what he's trying to tell me. He probably wants relationship advice." I laughed at my own joke and Daryl stared at me with his brows furrowed.
"So go."
"You don't need to be so snappy about it."
"Wasn't being snappy."
"I really don't have to go," I told him, "I mean if you want me to stay just say something."
"You shouldn't keep putting weight on your leg." He cocked his head to the side and his eyes were focused on my leg.
"I'm fine," I told him trying to contain myself from shouting at him. I was getting tired of people asking me how I felt or whether or not I should be out of bed. It would be my own fault if I never walk normal again or if I cause even more damage to myself.
"How about that story then." He crossed his leg so his foot was resting on his knee. "I got nothing but time now. Plus I want to know how you messed up your leg so badly. Who the hell walks into a trap? Don't you use your eyes?"
"I'd rather talk to Glenn."
I started walking out of the tent when Daryl quickly grabbed the crutch from under my arm. "He said it wasn't a big deal."
"Didn't you just say I shouldn't have to relive what happened out there; because I really do not want to think about what we went through out there let alone talk about it. You need to drop it."
"You're both alive, ain't ya? You should be happy about just that. It's not like y'all got bit."
"I'll be back later," I told him. I stuck my hand out expecting him to give my crutch back. He frowned and pushed it forward; I grabbed it and moved closer to him. I leaned down and kissed him on his cheek. I turned to leave his tent.
I tried to ignore how weird Daryl had been getting these last few days. He was worse than a pre-teen boy trying to express his feelings. As I looked for Glenn I decided then and there not to push Daryl too much. Maybe he was just trying to be nice and not push me away whenever I got too close to him. But then again just now in the tent he was the one who started being all touchy. Daryl was a really confusing person.
Glenn wasn't in his tent nor was he outside of the RV. My last hope was inside the RV. I opened the door and walked in. Dale was standing with his arms crossed staring at Glenn who was sitting at the small table.
"Am I interrupting something?" I questioned.
Dale smiled and shook his head, "Not at all. Maybe you can get Glenn to say something though." He looked down at Glenn who was fiddling his thumbs and avoiding eye contact with the two of us. "He's been saying he wants to say something but he hasn't said anything."
Dale moved to the side as I walked by him and sat down across from Glenn. "You didn't…" I cleared my throat and looked at Dale quickly. "That girl situation you were talking about…"
"He knows about me and Maggie," Glenn spoke quietly. I was surprised he had told Dale about him and Maggie.
My lips formed into an 'O' shape. "Oh, well you didn't knock her up did you?"
"No."
"You're not…" I stopped speaking. Glenn and I were close but what I wanted to ask wasn't a question close friends normally ask one another, especially in front of an older man who we barely knew. "You guys aren't, like, you didn't get like crabs or something?"
Glenn finally popped his head up and Dale stared intently at Glenn. "No! I don't have crabs. We used condoms and… Well…" He sighed loudly, looked up at Dale and then at me. He hesitated for a second, opening and closing his mouth. "There are a shitload of walkers in the barn." It became eerily quiet inside the RV. Nobody spoke and I don't even think my brain wanted to comprehend what Glenn just said.
"Please tell me that's young talk for some sort of STI," Dale said quickly. He was quick to respond because I had yet to come up with nothing. My mouth must have been opened as I stared at Glenn. I tried forming words but it was useless. I was speechless for once in my life. There were actual walkers locked up feet away from where our group slept? It was completely ridiculous to imagine why anyone would do that.
"Maggie said Hershel is keeping them in there," Glenn spoke. "He thinks they're just sick and there's going to be a cure. Then she said I better not tell anyone and stopped talking to me."
"Nobody knows? Just us?" I asked. Glenn shook his head while Dale looked flabbergasted. "What. The. Fuck." Hershel didn't look the type to have a barn full of walkers. We really do not know the people we trust so much as well as we thought. Did he really think they were sick or was he the sick one? Would he turn the walkers loose on us if he felt like it? I felt like there was seriously nobody we can trust anymore. My first instinct was to tell everyone so we can leave but I knew it wasn't a good idea.
"That's what I was saying. Maggie got pissed off and she doesn't want me telling anyone but how can I not tell anyone? It isn't right to keep this a secret."
"You tell people and they're going to start flipping out," I told him. "Shane's going to go ape shit and Andrea's probably going to turn into Lara Croft and shoot them all and miss horribly. Shit, she might even shoot one of us."
"So, what, don't tell them? You need to tell your dad, Liv."
"Why me? You tell him. You're the one that found out."
"He'll probably hit me. He wants to stay here," Glenn said, "Well, we all kinda do. It's perfect here."
"Then this is going to be a problem," I told him. "There are walkers in a barn and our instinct is to kill them but this is Hershel's farm. We can't disobey his rules. If we tell them all hell is going to break loose. This place isn't safe anymore."
"I'll talk to Hershel," Dale volunteered. "Before you two say anything to anyone else."
"Glenn can't hold water," I said. Glenn leaned over and smacked my arm, "What? You can't. You're like a girl with secrets."
"You shouldn't have secrets," Glenn snapped. "We shouldn't be lying to each other. We're supposed to be a family of sorts. I know you're always lying to people Liv but this is completely different. This is our lives at stake."
"He's right," I sighed looking up at Dale. "I can't lie to my dad anymore. It doesn't feel right. He has to know. But one look at your face Glenn and he's going to know something is up."
"My face? Look at yours. I think you actually lost your summer tan."
"Give me time to talk to Hershel," Dale said once again. "I want him to know what we know and what the rest of the group will do when they find out."
"He's going to kick us out," Glenn muttered.
"So what?" I told him. "This farm wasn't a part of our original plan. Fort Benning, remember? We still have that. It's not safe here anymore. We don't know what else there is out there in those woods. There could be even more walkers or horrible people or who knows what."
"What are you talking about? When we went out in those woods we didn't see much of anything. And we've been safe here. Who knows what danger lies ahead if we leave? Plus, I kinda like staying here and Maggie... I don't want to leave her behind."
I had to resist rolling my eyes. "She's mad at you," I told him, "So this makes it easier to leave." Glenn glared at me. "Fine. I didn't mean that." I ran my tongue over my teeth and finally looked at Dale. "Talk to Hershel then. We'll keep this between us for another night, but that's it."
Dale left the RV and there was an awkward silence between the two of us. "Do you think Daryl's a pansy around chicks or do you think I'm just way too pretty for him?"
"Was that a serious question?" Glenn shook his head and remained expressionless. I knew he was bothered about this situation but he didn't have to be such a jerk.
"I'm just trying to ease the tension. I've been avoiding mirrors ever since I came here because I know I look like shit."
"You're too flirty for him. He's probably used to 40 year olds not 18 year olds. And stop worrying about your face. Cuts heal and you'll go back to being the best looking person in the group." I scoffed loudly.
"I'm 20 and Daryl's 30. I'm pretty sure 10 years isn't that big of a deal. Wasn't your dad seven years older than your mom?" I realized I used the past tense and Glenn clenched his jaw. "I'm sorry. That was insensitive."
"It's fine."
"How secure do you think that barn is?" I asked after a good minute of complete silence.
"It looks secure to me," Glenn said. "But it still scares the shit out of me that there are a lot of them right there." He started biting his thumb nail and finally looked up. "I'm sorry I took you away from Daryl and telling you about this."
"You can tell me anything, Glenn. It's just a lot to take in and I'm trying to lighten the mood but it's obviously not working."
"What if we don't tell everyone?" Glenn asked. "What if we do what you suggested and just leave? That way nobody will ever know."
"That's the most convenient thing to do but I don't know if I'd feel right. What if they broke out and killed Hershel and everyone else? Hershel told you guys to put away the guns. He probably doesn't even own a gun himself. And how am I supposed to convince my dad to just let us leave?"
"Tell him you can walk. All we have to do is wait for Carl to heal up now. It should be any day now. He looks better. How long does it take to heal from a gunshot wound anyways? Like a week?"
I shrugged my shoulders unsure of how long it will take Carl to heal from his wound. "I don't know how long will that be. I told Dale that tomorrow we have to say something." Glenn sighed to himself and put his head on the table. I reached out for his hand and held it. "It's going to be okay."
He squeezed back and kept his head glued to the table. "Why did Jenner have to be a dick and blow up the C.D.C? It was perfect there. We could have lived in the dark with some candles. All we did was sleep and your face didn't look like that and I didn't know Maggie, and there wasn't a fuckton of walkers in a barn thirty feet away from where we're sleeping."
"You really like her don't you?"
He looked up and nodded. "She's great."
"I'm happy for you," I told him as the door to the RV opened.
"Don't be."
I heard a familiar sigh and turned to see my dad standing at the entrance. "Should I even ask how you're feeling?"
"Of course not." I removed my grip on Glenn's hand and forced a fake smile. "I can probably even beat you in a foot race."
"Doubt that," he replied. "You two alright?"
Glenn nodded his head slowly. "We're fine," I told him convincingly.
He walked over and sat next to me at the table. "If you're not going to rest, do you want to come up to our little gun range tomorrow? It would be nice to have you both come. Maybe we can get Carl to come. He looks ready to get out of that bed."
"Maybe some other time," I told him. Glenn started fidgeting where he sat and I glared at him. "Glenn, didn't Dale say he needed your help?"
"Oh, yeah." He stood up and walked out of the RV. I was worried about Glenn. He was going to spill the beans at any second. I wanted to keep an eye on him in case he blabbed but I also didn't want him around my dad.
"Don't you think we should leave?" I questioned. "And stick with our old plan?"
"Why do you want to leave here so much? Don't you want to stay here?"
"And what, grow old? It just doesn't feel right mooching off these people. If nobody else wants to go, that's fine; just you, me and Carl can go. Maybe we can find an abandon house and fix it up."
"You aren't in any shape to be moving around just yet, same with Carl. We all need this. Just give it some time."
I turned my head, "We aren't safe here dad. I just really want to go."
"We're not going anywhere," he said firmly. "What are you afraid of? What happened to you out there that got you so shaken up?"
"I'm not shaken up," I told him defensively.
"Then what's wrong? What aren't you telling me?"
"It's nothing dad. It's probably just the pills I've been taking."
"You know you can tell me anything," he said. "I hope it's nothing serious. It has nothing to do with Shane, does it?"
"It's nothing," I said patting his arm. "Those walkers that Sophia and I saw just scare me and I don't want to ever see one again." I thought if I was going to keep up this act I might as well take it all the way. I pouted my lip and tried to look upset, which was easy because thinking about all those walkers in the barn really did scare me.
"Well, I can't promise you that but maybe if we stay here I can try to make sure that you'll always be safe."
"Can you just consider leaving?" I asked.
He sighed loudly and stood up. He looked down, "We're not leaving Olivia; No matter what you say or Hershel or anyone else. Going back out there isn't safe. It's sending us back to our death. I can't protect Carl and you out there but here we have a chance. Whatever your problem is with the people on this farm or anyone else, you need to squash it. I can't have my kid against me or what I think is right. Everyone is going to question everything I suggest."
"Fine." I was staring straight where Glenn was sitting, avoiding my dad's gaze completely.
"You're going to drop it?"
I nodded my head. "I won't bring it up again." He bent down and kissed the top of my head. I really wanted to tell him about the barn and the walkers but I know both Dale and Glenn would be upset that I was the one that told first.
He turned to leave the RV and I was left alone. I leaned my head back and sighed. It wasn't only the walkers I was afraid of but I couldn't find myself telling the truth to anyone just yet. I picked up my crutch and walked out of the RV. I saw Carol was cooking a meal over a campfire while Sophia sat in a chair next to T-Dog and Andrea.
"Hey Sophia," I called out to her. "You got a second?" She quickly stood up and walked over to me. I saw Carol look over at us and smiled at her, "Do you mind if I borrow her for a second? I wanted to show her something in the RV." She nodded her head and went back to her cooking while Sophia and I walked into the RV.
"Are you okay?" she asked. We walked over to where I was sitting seconds ago and I made sure the door was shut.
"I need to ask you something." She nodded her head. "Do you like it here?"
"It's okay," she said quietly. "I liked sleeping in a bed the first night but since I'm not hurt like you I'm back outside."
"Do you want to stay here?"
She shrugged her shoulders, unsure of how to answer. I knew it wasn't right to ask her this but she was the only one I wanted to hear her honest opinion. "I like it here but sometimes I can't sleep. I wake up in the middle of the night and I don't want to scare my mom but…" She looked out towards the window. "I'm still afraid."
"Me too."
Her eyes widened, "Really?" She looked relieved to hear that I wasn't as brave as she put me up to be or how I pretended to be. "But aren't we in the middle of nowhere? It took us this long to find this house, what if…"
"Sophia, we can't 'what if' everything. Either we're safe here or we're not. Do you want to stay here forever?" She scrunched up her face. "You don't have to answer right away if you're not sure. I just wanted to ask."
"I do want to stay," she said slowly, "But then again I don't. What if—" Sophia stopped talking when we both heard the door open. We both glanced over and saw Shane come in.
"What are y'all doing, swappin' stories? Sharin' secrets?" he asked. I turned to look at Sophia again. "I guess you are."
"Yeah, so it would be nice if you left," I told him.
"I just need to put the bag of guns back under the table." He crotched down and stuffed the bag he was holding under the table. He shoved it as far as his arm could reach and stood up. "You mind if I sit?"
"Would you stay if I said yes?"
"Yep." He bent down so our hips were parallel which caused me to move away from him. "Sophia, you did pretty good out there today." I saw him beaming at her. "You shoulda seen her Liv. Reminded me of you when you were her age."
"Sophia, maybe you should go. We can finish this later," I told her.
"Okay," she said in a low voice. She smiled at Shane and walked out of the RV.
"You can move now," I told him. "There's a thing called personal space and you need to take a shower."
He stood up and took off his shirt. I rolled my eyes and put my legs on the chair so he wouldn't sit down again. "That wasn't necessary."
"I know. I just love to see you freeze up like you've never seen a man's body before. We probably got a few minutes before anyone comes back in here."
"You're gross."
"You weren't saying that a few weeks ago. What was it you said, something about liking me without a shirt? I could have sworn you said something along those lines."
"I thought I told you that what we did is over."
"You sure did," Shane replied. He was leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. "It doesn't stop me from reminding you. It must get lonely in that bed of yours. You remember when you said we'd never have fun in a bed again? Looks like we have fate on our side."
"Can you, like, move on or something? Why don't you go sleaze your way into Patricia's bed or something? She must get very lonely without Otis."
A frown formed on his face. "I was just talking to your dad, he looked upset. It was right after I saw him leave here. Y'all have an interesting conversation?"
"Why don't you ask him?"
"Did you tell him something he didn't like?" Shane questioned.
I scooted forward and stood up. "I'm going to go back inside the house."
"He thinks you're hiding something." I was halfway towards the door when I turned around to face him. "What are you hiding?"
"Who said I'm hiding anything?"
"If I don't get it out of you I'll just ask Sophia."
"Leave her out of this."
He unfolded his arms and took a step closer. "You are hiding something. Is it that bad?"
"It's nothing," I told him. "You need to drop it and you also need to stay away from Sophia. If I see you talking to her—"
"You're going to what? Hit me again? Tell your daddy about us? Darlin', you ain't got anything on me anymore. Nobody cares about your suspicions about Otis. That's all they are, suspicions."
"If you talk to her then I'm leaving."
Shane let out a breath through his nose and shook his head, "You're leaving? And where are you going? You ain't getting far with that leg, no weapon and nobody with you. You really did bump your head hard. You need to sleep Olivia. You need rest. I don't know what you saw or what happened out there but you're safe here, okay? I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you, to any of us." He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around me. I gripped my crutch tightly and allowed the hug. "I'm not going to give up with you."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.
"If something is bothering you I want to know about it. I want to fix it." I used my free hand to push him away from me.
"You can't fix anything. You can't erase what's been done. Everything I saw, everything we went through…" I shook my head and bit down on my lip. "Just drop it."
"You need to tell someone Liv. You can't bottle up everything inside."
"I just don't want to stay here anymore."
"That's it?" he asked. "Why not?"
"Why can't you leave it at that?" I asked. "I don't want to stay here anymore but dad does and he's against leaving."
"You want me to tell him we should leave?" I shook my head. "What do you want me to do about it then?"
"Do you promise to try to keep us safe?" I asked.
"As much as I can."
"That's all I needed to hear."
"Darlin', don't worry about walkers. We'll take care of them if they ever come here. So far there hasn't been a single one. I promise you as long as there's enough ammo in my gun I'll shoot anything that tried to hurt you."
"I thought you weren't supposed to carry a gun around here."
"I don't give a shit what Hershel says," Shane admitted. He reached in the back of his waistband and pulled out his Beretta, the gun I had been using. "He can try to enforce all the rules he wants but I ain't separating anytime soon from a weapon." He put the gun back and grabbed his shirt. "I'm gonna go take that shower now. Coming?"
"Fuck off," I told him while I stepped back and walked out of the RV. Once I stepped off I saw the entire group was sitting around eating whatever Carol had made. I noticed Glenn and Dale were both a little away from the group and started walking towards them.
"You didn't say anything did you?" Glenn asked.
"Does it look like I told anyone?" I asked him. Glenn looked around nervously. "No, Glenn."
"Dale told Hershel and well, Hershel basically said we can go away if the group does anything to the walkers. It's his family in there Liv. What are we supposed to do about that?"
"So we shouldn't tell?"
"We have to," Dale said. He looked over my shoulder at the group then back at us. "Anything can happen. Boards can break, chains can snap."
"If we tell you do know that means we're gone," I told them.
"I realize that," Dale commented.
"I need to get back inside," I told them. "One more second alone with another person and I'm going to tell. I was this close to telling my dad." I put my thumb and index finger up a few centimeters apart. "I can't be around any of them the rest of the night. Not to mention they keep asking how I'm feeling. How the fuck do they think I feel? For fuck's sake, I'm not going to magically feel better overnight."
"Glenn, why don't you take Olivia inside," Dale suggested. "I'll, uh, do my best out here making sure the two of you are far from the group for the night."
Glenn and I started walking towards the house and managed to avoid everyone. He closed the door behind him while I sat on the bed.
"I hate this," he said. "I hate that Maggie is mad at me and that we have this big secret."
"You can stay in here if you want. I mean, if you're afraid you're going to tell someone before tomorrow. Or if you're just afraid you're going to get eaten in the middle of the night." Glenn shot me a death glare. "Seriously, take the bed. The mattress is too hard. It's probably why I haven't been sleeping much."
He walked over to the bed and laid down on it. I got off and grabbed the chair and sat on it with my feet elevated on the bed. "Thanks for this." He kicked his shoes off while I tried getting comfortable in the chair. "Dale said I should be the one telling everyone tomorrow."
"I'm not going to volunteer if that's what you're insinuating."
"I wasn't," he said. "I just want you to be right there when I tell them."
"So I can get yelled at too?" I noticed Glenn finally smiled for the first time today. "Fine. I'll take some of the heat."
"Perfect. Night Liv."
I shut my eyes knowing I wasn't going to sleep much tonight. I really didn't want tomorrow to come. Our safe haven was no longer that anymore.
