A/N The first chapter happened to be third person and there will be other third person chapters, but I do want to add first person chapters in too. Review for the next chapter. ~Georgia-Virginia Princess~
Time To Grow Up
Chapter 2: You aren't my father.
Cara P.O.V
My tent. My home. My get away.
If the world was normal right now, people might be thinking that I am insane. It isn't much, but it is mine. I am not sharing this tent with my father and I am happy about that. I can't stand him and his abusive ways. I maybe only 12 years old, but I've done a lot living (and reading) in those 12 short years.
With a soft sigh, I lean against the two pillows that I had taken from my home. We were only aloud to pack what was absolutely needed. Nothing more. You see, me and Ed have two different definitions of NEED. I need my pillows or something to prop my head up, because I have neck problems. Those neck problems were caused by him when I was nine.
I think the world we are living now is much better than the world I was living before. I've met some great people. Like Dale. He lets me take watch with him and read the books in his RV. He has a lot of old books, some of them I find very interesting- others not so much. Then there is Glenn. He is like the older brother I always wanted, but never got. I kind glad that he isn't really my brother, so that he didn't have to grow up with my dad. T-Dog is cool. He taught me how to hold my bat right. Yeah, I brought my softball bat. His girl, Jacqui, taught me how to fry fish.
There is an older girl named Amy that taught me how to french braid my hair. That has gotten useful when I am out in the woods with Daryl. When he isn't out with his brother, Merle, Daryl has been teaching me to hunt and track. I think that it is really fun. He told me that one day, he'll teach me to clean my kills too. Last week, Daryl taught me how to throw my knives to kill Walkers and prey. I am really good at it too. He said that he was going to look for a bow and arrow set for me. I have been waiting patiently for him come back with some since he told me of his plans to teach me to shoot.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Three taps. That means it is Glenn.
"Hold on!" I shot up, slipping on my sneakers. I tripped over one of my books. "OW!"
"Are you alright in there, Cara?" Glenn asks, trying to hold back a laugh.
"Yeah, Moby Dick got in the way." I reply, unzipping the flap.
"Ha!"
"Not funny."
"Totally funny."
"Not really that funny."
"I brought you something!" He held out a blue bag. I took it from him.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. Well, I am going to leave you to your gifts." He smiled brightly, before kissing my forehead and leaving.
I shook my head and zipped the tent door back up. Some times that boy worries me. I set the bag down on my bed, opening it up. Inside Glenn had packed 7 t-shirts, a new pair of shoes, a couple pairs of pants, and 4 books. Then I checked the other pockets and found three pairs of socks. That boy spoils me.
AH!
I know that scream. It is Sophia. I turned and poked my head out of my tent. Sophia was being chased by Carl, who had a snake. A few of the people laughed, while my father scowled. He didn't like fun, especially when it involved his daughters.
I never played with them anyway so he never had a problem with me when it came to having fun. I'd rather read or be out in the woods with Daryl, then play with them. Carl likes Sophia more than me anyway. I turned, grabbing Moby Dick from the floor of my tent. I exited my tent, not forgetting to zip it closed first, before running to the RV.
"Dale!" I yelled, throwing open the door.
"Cara!" He laughed.
"I finished Moby Dick."
"What did you think?"
"It was an interesting read. It kind of hurt my brain." He chuckled, taking the book from me.
"Well, it was written for people over the age of 12."
"Thank you for letting me read it."
"Do you need another?"
"No, Glenn got me a couple."
"Did you thank him?"
"Yes."
"Good."
"Watch tonight?"
"Sure."
"Bye."
"See ya later, kid."
I exited the RV, looking around for someone to talk too.
"You should be playing with the other children not bothering the adults." I turned around and found Shane leaning against the RV.
"You should mind your own business Welsh." That came harsher than I met for it too, but it worked.
"You best watch your tone with me young lady."
"You don't scare me. Ed is my dad, remember? I've been living with abuse since the day I was brought home from the hospital. I feel nothing anymore. No fear. No pain." I hissed, moving away from him. He grabbed my wrist.
"You should have to deal with that."
"What's done, is done. Now, let go of me or I'll scream."
"Brat." He let go of me. I look at him and softly whisper.
"Asshole." SMACK. He smacked me. This jerk just smacked me.
I screamed, which caused people to run over to us. Dale poked his head out of the RV, seeing Shane staring down at me with a hateful look. Then came Glenn. He froze, before pulling me away from Shane.
"What is going on here?" Lori asks, looking over at Shane.
"He hit me." I spat.
"She called me an asshole." He growled, like the animal he is.
"You said what?" My mother breathed, stepping towards me.
"No, I didn't. Shane must be hearing things."
"Don't play, little girl."
"Never said I was."
"If I was your daddy, you'd be so grounded."
"You aren't my father…"