Chapter 2 TWD -
Beth POV
It's been a couple days I think. Apparently I've been asleep for most of the time between getting taken away and healing from my accident in the meadow.
I was stuck in a tiny candle lit room with minimal furnishings. The walls were covered in a hard cherry wood plank and I had a tiny little night stand equipped with a single bible and a bottle of aspirin.
I sat up in the cot I was sleeping in and began crying. I don't even know how long it's been since Daryl and I were split up from each other after we were ambushed at the funeral home.
After surviving for a while with him for so long I just began to feel this connection to him that I never felt before... It was faint but it was always there. This electricity that coursed through my veins whenever he'd look into my eyes.
He always lingered too... My daddy used to say that when a person looks into your eyes for more than 6 seconds they either wanted to harm you or they were in love with you...
Stupid right? I know. He couldn't have been in love with me the weakling that got herself injured and kidnapped in the first place.
Oh how I missed him... I never got to tell him anything that night, even if he didn't feel the same way. I wanted to continue where we left off.
I remember that night like it happened yesterday...
*flashback*
"Way changed your mind?" I said playfully. Lately Daryl became more outgoing and seemed to smile more... Well not all the time, but he was beginning to open up more and actually have conversations with me. And oh did he make me laugh and feel giddy when he did.
He looked up at me from his mission of scraping the grape jelly from the bottom of the jar. He took one final taste and and slowly looked down. "I 'unno" he in audibly shrugged giving me this half smile.
Don't lie to me Daryl Dixon! Hmm I wonder what he could be thinking. "Don't I dunno me..." I smiled. I felt my self smiling as if I was shining bright on fire. I can't seem to control my expressions when he's near me this close.
Daryl shifted a bit, looking torn. Like he was battling himself on the inside and working something over. Finally he's eyes met mine so intensely. My smile slowly faded down like he tranquillized me real fast with his gaze.
We stood like that for a good while until finally I mustered up a "Oh..."
It was then I heard rattling from outside, that darned dog again! He could have chosen a better time to come around than now?! Gosh...
"Mangy mutt! Comin' around 'ere, better make it worth his while am I right?" He said while getting up and grabbing a jar of pigs feet and walking to the door.
Suddenly our lighthearted beautiful moment turned into a nightmare...
I heard him call to me for his bow. So I quickly as fast as I could stood onto my feet wincing in pain. My ankle still was pretty fucked up from that fall in the meadow.
Getting to the door I finally see him standing there barred against the door and multiple hands coming out scratching at him from the other side.
"Beth... RUN!" Daryl screamed "meet me outside I'll take care of this!"
I hesitated staring into his eyes and bit my lip before tossing him the bow and darting off to the back limping with my ankle. Oh the pain I felt just running away from him adding to the pressure going up my shin.
Minutes ago he was just looking into my eyes with this unknown intent... I felt like I was about to get kissed...
These past weeks with him was a whole new world; he became my world. We were both pushing each other into new horizons and became so much closer than I ever imagined we could. I seen the look in his eyes everyday since the burning of the moonshine cabin.
We were hooked.
I was gasping for air and bent down squeezing my ankle to try and release some pressure from the running that just commenced, I shut my eyes briefly as I listened to the loud sounds of crashing and the moans of walkers storming the inside of the mortuary.
'Please be okay... Please' I begged 'please...'
Just then I heard barking coming from behind me; the dog Daryl mentioned before had reappeared. Wagging his tail at me and pacing.
Suddenly in no time at all, I was lifted up into the air and swung over broad shoulders. I kicked an screamed but my efforts useless. I couldn't swing around and see my captor which frightened me even more.
"Daryl!" I screamed over and over, hoping the beautiful man would come like a knight in shining armor running out of he house and save me from this unknown fate.
The house was getting smaller and smaller as the person carried me away while the dog followed closely behind.
"Who are you?!" I yelled, thrashing again
"Everything is going to be okay... Be calm" the man cooed... Or so I thought it sounded like a man.
I was then tossed into the back if a car with a white cross painting into the back of the window shield...
That was the last I saw before everything went black.
*end flashback*
I sighed into the pillow I was holding and cried some more. I haven't cried like this in a long time. I promised myself that I would be strong and conceal my tears of agony. This new world we were living in was filled with death and grief. I shouldn't let it bother me but I just can't let him leave my head, or my heart.
"Daryl..." I sobbed.
I heard a knock on the door near my cot.
"Hello child, I can hear you awake in there..." Said the voice, it sounded pleasant and soft. "Please unlock the door so I can speak with you."
I looked up quickly and noticed the little button on the doorknob was pressed leaving the outside unable to turn. Shouldn't it be the other way around so I wouldn't escape my prison?
I scrunched my eyebrows together in confusion and slowly got my way up to open the door.
There stood a man wearing the uniform of a priest. I stared at him for a long time before he cleared his throat.
"I know you must be frightened, I'm sorry that you lost your friend..."
"Who are you!?" I screamed "what do you know about my friend?"
He made a move to place his hand on my shoulder but I immediately shrugged away. Priest or no priest, we were in a different world now I can't trust anyone...
"I was hiding out in my funeral parlor for months until you both showed up..." He said slowly. "Ever since the outbreak it's just been me and Betty here."
He looked down and didn't hold my gaze for long. "She accidentally got out and starting barking outside the house and last thing I knew there were dozens of the undead just crawling around..."
"...I knew the house was in use..." I whispered.
"I ran to my car and Betty took off I was calling for her when I seen you run out limping and she was filling closely behind you... I couldn't just leave you!" The man seemed to be so emotional at this point and very shakey. "... I'm Father Gabriel."
"Beth" was all I said. I just couldn't stop rethinking the events of that night. They kept on replaying and pausing when I was dragged off and dropped my nap sack.
"The man I was with..." I then croaked again. "I know he made it out alive!"
Gabriel looked at me with his dark brown eyes and frowned. He wasn't a very good looking man, probably in his mid 40's with short wavy brown hair. He wasn't very tall either probably around my height.
"I'm sorry... I couldn't leave you there injured... I'm sure you understand Beth. I was doing the best thing I thought possible." He stuck his hand out to me as a peace offering.
"Can I please go?" I said, tears welling up in my eyes again just thinking about Daryl and where he could be.
"Once your ankle has completely healed... Of course I will send you off with supplies and food." He smiled
He then turned around and began walking down the corridor of wherever we were, it looked like a church from what I've been observing. Paintings of different saints and stained glass windowed doors.
"Come with me, I've prepared dinner, you must be starving" was all he said as he walked away.
I followed, hunger getting the best of me.
My ankle feeling better already. I'll eat up and take off without notice.., I just can't stay here and pretend everything is okay! I need to go and search for him I know he's out there...
I know it!
Hmmmmmm? Whatcha think so far guys?