Family Life
Beth sighed as she got off the bus and headed down the street. Daryl had no idea she was coming. He never wanted her to come see him at his house, they'd been dating for six months and she was ready to meet his family. She decided that since he never wanted to bring her over, she was just going to surprise him. She looked around the neighborhood she was in as she made her way to his house. It didn't really look like a safe place. She chewed her lip a little as she knocked on the door. She really hoped he wasn't mad at her.
"Who the fuck is at the door?" a gruff voice answered. The door swung open and an older man looked down at her. "Who the fuck are you?" he asked.
She blushed a little, not sure what to say. "I-is Daryl here?" she asked quietly.
"Daryl, one of your whores is here." He walked away, leaving the door open.
Beth swallowed nervously and stepped inside, looking around. There were bullet holes in the wall, empty beer cans and full ash trays everywhere. There were two men sitting on a couch covered in burns and stains Beth didn't want to think about. Daryl walked around from the hall. "The hell you mean?" he looked at Beth and she saw the panic in his eyes. "What the hell are you doing here?" He grabbed her hand and pulled her through the house, shutting them away in his room. "Beth, what the fuck?"
She frowned a little. "I just wanted to meet your family." She shook her head. "I'm sorry." She looked around his room and saw the bloody shirt on the floor. She frowned and picked it up. "What happened?"
"Nothing." He pulled the shirt away from her and tossed it into the trash. "You shouldn't have come here."
She looked at him and sighed. "I know…I just…" She shook her head. "I'm sorry." She hugged him but pulled away when he hissed. "What?"
He shook his head and gently pulled his shirt away from his back. "It's fine."
"It is not." Beth turned him around and pulled his shirt up, gasping as she stared at the still bleeding wounds on his back. "What happened?"
He shook his head and pulled her back around. "It's fine okay?" he kissed her head. "Let me go take a shower, then we'll get out of here." Beth frowned a little and nodded. "Stay here." He grabbed some clothes and walked out, leaving her in the room. She sighed and looked around. She needed to get him out of here. His father and brother obviously didn't care and it wouldn't shock her if his father had been the one to tear up his back like that.
She picked at a loose threat on the blankets covering the bed as she looked around. She smiled when she saw the small wallet picture of herself sitting on the table beside the bed. She picked it up and looked at it. It was a band picture of her, but the fact that he had it beside her bed made her smile.
Daryl walked back in, dressed in new clothes and his hair wet. He grabbed his keys and wallet before pulling her off the bed and kissing her. "Let's go." He pulled her out of the house, ignoring the comments from the men sitting on the couch.
When they were on the back of his bike and she was pressed against him she sighed. "Daryl?"
"Hmm?" he asked before he started the bike.
"Move in with me."