A/N: I know the last chapter was really intense and if you didn't like it or this story, well, I'm sorry. I can't please everyone. Thank you so much to everyone that read, reviewed, favorited and followed and to everyone who is enjoying this story. Y'all are amazing!

Anyway, this chapter is kind of short but I wanted to post something before the 4th of July weekend since I may not get another chance to until next week.

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Wrong About You

Chapter 8

Beth-

You know that feelin' you get when you walk into a room and everyone goes quiet. You just know they were talkin' about you.

Well, that's exactly how things have been goin' for me for the past few weeks.

The only interaction I've had with anyone is when daddy got some doctor who came here to give me an exam.

Other than that, no one has talked to me. Not daddy, not Maggie, no one.

I can't blame them though. I deserve everything but it is hard to see everyone and know they hate me.

I've tried to talk to Daryl but he walks away and ignores me.

I stopped by Rick's cell while he was still out. I had overhead daddy sayin' they were gonna keep him sedated for a few days so his face could heal, Maggie complained that they shouldn't so he could see how he hurt Daryl. But now that he's up, I haven't seen him and I don't want to. Ever again.

I find myself wanting to blame Rick for everything but I can't. I'm the one who messed up.

I could hear everyone in the common room gettin' ready for lunch. I could hear them talkin' and laughin' but when I walked in, they all stared at me and didn't say anythin'. The closer I got to the pot of food, the more I shook. I dropped my empty bowl and watched it shatter on the floor. I couldn't move.

When I finally did, I picked up the pieces and ran out. No one said anythin' to me but the moment I stepped out of the room, they were back to talkin'.

I went to my cell and shut the curtain after listenin' to everyone for a few minutes.

I sat on the floor and stared at the wall.

They'd all be better without me here. Daryl, daddy, Maggie, everyone.

Maybe I should just leave.

Daryl-

I've had time ta think 'bout things but jus' thinkin' 'bout 'er makes me want ta leave. That's why I try ta stay in tha guard tower, away from ever'one, even Merle. I've been stayin' on watch 'stead of lettin' someone else take over. I jus' fuckin' cain't go back inta tha cell block.

I cain't walk by 'er cell or his without wonderin' if they fucked in there or did they sneak 'round. Shit, I cain't go anywhere without thinkin' that. Did she fuck him in tha bed we slept in? Fuckin' makes my skin crawl ta think she was with 'im like that.

I know I shouldn't have called 'er tha shit I did. I ain't never been like that 'round a woman but fuck, I cain't say she didn't deserve it though.

I do think someone should've stopped Maggie an' I've said as much but ever'one said Maggie only hit 'er twice an' screamed at 'er tha rest of tha time.

For some fuckin' reason, I still love 'er an' cain't quit wonderin' if maybe tha kid is mine. But I ain't 'bout ta say nothin' ta no one 'bout it.

Why tha fuck would she tell him it's his if it could be mine?

Simple, it ain't. It's his.

Rick-

The boiler room is the only place I can go to get away from everyone, even my own kids.

Carl won't speak to me and I can't hold Judith.

I know how Daryl feels, I've been there and I wouldn't wish that on anyone but yet I'm the reason he's goin' through this shit.

Lori's back and the phone calls have started again. Mostly it's just her and Shane laughin'.

"Rick," Lori said, "don't let our son see you become a coward. Don't let that little girl take the blame for this. You need to do what's right. To out there, take responsibility for what you did. You hurt everyone, Rick."

I looked up as Hershel came into the room. He was carryin' a shotgun.

"He's gonna kill me," I thought, "this is God's way of punishin' me for how I treated Lori, for what I did with Beth. And I deserve everythin' I'm about to get."

Hershel looked at me and then at the gun. "I'm not gonna kill you, at least not right now. I've talked to Daryl, if anyone has the right to kill you, it's him. But make no mistake, I won't hesitate to do it."

I nodded and started to speak but he shook his head.

"Rick, I'm not here to hear your side of this. My daughter is pregnant and seems to think you're the father, that's why I'm here."

He stopped and shook his head again.

"I did the Christian thing by letting you and your group stay at my farm. I helped your son, we all became a family and my daughter took care of your daughter when you couldn't. This is all on you, Rick. I'm not excusing Beth for what she did. She played her part but she's also a child. You're a grown man, you were married, you have kids. What you did, you know what that does to a person better than anyone and yet, you did it. Beth shares the blame and she may have wanted to be with you but you took advantage of a child while she was down. I expect you to make things right. I'm not sure how you can do that but you need to figure it out before that child is born."

He didn't give me a chance to speak before he left, not that I deserved a chance anyway.

Daryl-

I didn't hear anyone comin' up tha steps or open tha door 'til Carl sat down and sighed.

I though I'd locked tha door but I guess I didn't.

"I'm sorry for what my dad did," he hung 'is head as he spoke.

"Ya shouldn't be apologizin' fer nothin'. It ain't yer fault."

"Do you really love Beth?"

"Naw. Not no more," I shrugged an' lied.

Beth-

I waited until it got dark to go outside for the first time since the confrontation with everyone.

I held my knife close as I looked around.

I had made up my mind earlier today that I would leave. It wouldn't be right for anyone else to go.

Daryl deserves to have a safe place to call home and Rick has two kids. No matter how much I hate him and myself, there's no reason for Carl and Judith to not be safe. And daddy, I let him down. He didn't deserve a daughter like me.

I made sure nobody, not even the walkers, saw me as I made my way to the fence. I untied the rope and slipped through before tying it back.

I looked around at the darkness in front of me and then took one last look at the prison before disappearing into the trees.