Chapter Fifteen – Raped
He punched her, hard enough to jar her brain, the back of her head smacking into the tree trunk. "I said be nice girly." He snared as he hit her again, in the face. He brought his knife to her neck as he thrust into her, harder and faster now. As he finished, he ran the knife over her stomach, deeper than the first time. As he bent forward, a few paces away from her to gather his pants, she saw Daryl's face, just behind the trees across from her. Scared, startled, she smiled at him. The same smile she had given him the first day when the sun light hit her skin.
He raised his bow, and calmly said, "That's my girl." The man, Kyle, spun around, his gun drawn, but it didn't matter. Upon finishing the sentence Daryl had released the arrow. He watched the man fall, then was quickly by her side. He was cutting the ropes. "Where are your clothes?"
Riley just shook her head, as the ropes released she dropped to the ground. She had no clue where anything was. Daryl looked at her, confused. She was bleeding but he wasn't sure exactly what had happened. He knew that man had hurt her. She was unconscious now. Unmoving. The noise had drawn walkers. He looked at the dead man – Kyle, he tore the shirt from his body, and draped it around her, picking her up, and tossing her over his shoulder. He thought to himself, in the world before this, him carrying a mostly naked woman over his shoulder to his house would have landed him time in jail.
It was night fall or close to it before he got her back to the cabin. He laid her down on the bed, pushed the desk back in front of the door, and gathered some of the water they had collected. He ripped the shirt he had draped over her up into smaller clothes. He began cleaning the blood from her. She was breathing evenly, he wiped the long cut form her belly button to throat, relieved that she didn't need stitches, he opened the first aid kit, and found a strip of gauze, which he carefully tapped over it. The cut on her upper stomach was a bit deeper, he repeated what he did before, cleaning and covering and taping. The next issue was one he was not sure how to treat or conquer. Dried blood covered her inner thighs and her very core. He opened her legs, slightly, and saw that she had stopped bleeding at least. He was careful not to wake her or scare her. He quick as he ran the strips of cloth over her, making sure all the blood was gone. Then he covered her quickly with a blanket. Tomorrow he would need to find them food. But right now he was upset, he watched her sleep a bit, then let himself cry.
This was too much like the feeling he had when Beth was taken. Too much. Angry with himself, he slipped back out of the cabin, to retrieve her gear.
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