Scars Are Forever {On Hold}

Chapter 16

I'm not really sure how I feel about this chapter..its a bit everywhere to me. Let me know what you think!

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*Jess's POV*

"I said I didn't want 'im in ma' house!" My dad yells from down stairs. My mom tries defending me and Daryl. We completely forgot my dad gets back from work at six and he didn't like the fact we were in bed together.

"Come on," I wave him over to my window. "Yer already in trouble," he raises his eyebrows. "Wanna see how much more I can get in?"

He smirks, allowing me to exit the window first. We shut it after us from the outside as much as we can and make are way to the other end of the roof, where we have a table near the side of the house. Due to previous times that Daryl has came through my window, we arranged an old wooden table to make getting on and off the roof easier.

He grabs my sides, lifting me down.

"Where we goin'?"

"You'll see."

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We stop outside of what looks like a run down bar. Its at least twenty minutes out of town, yet it seems to be packed.

The old wooden door smashes open, a drunk man stubbling out. "Now I told you to stop starting fights or you ain't comin' back," an older man points at the guy previously throw out.

I look at Daryl, unsure about this place, let alone its a bar and we're both underage. Me eighteen and he's almost twenty.

"No one in 'ere's gonna lay a hand on a lady. Besides," he chuckles, "We all have an agreement 'bout other peoples girl, 'Ya can look but ya can't touch'."

I except his hand. He's always kept me out of harms way, why would he put me in the way of it now. If Daryl wasn't sure, he wouldn't have brought me.

When we enter, the noise seems to die down. I feel all eyes on us and they slowly move out of our way, making a path for us. I travel behind Daryl with my hand in his.

"Dixon," a man behind the bar study's Daryl, "You look like shit."

"Long day," he mumbles. He nods like he understands, then let's in fall quiet.
"Don't be rude, introduce me to your lady friend."

"Jess. Jees this is Sam."

"Well its nice to meet you Jess," Sam smiles. He's at least in his late forty's, early fifties, dark gray stubble and glasses. "Alright everyone, her names Jess, you can get back to your conversations," Sam calls to everyone's still silent.

"Daryl here doesn't ever bring anyone with him, let alone a nice lady," he glances up while mixing a drink, with a small grin. "Hey old man, can I get another beer?" Someone else asks. He tosses the man a bottle.

'Isn't it a bit disrespectful to call him that?' I wonder to myself.

"That's what everyone calls me here. Old man, Pops, Paw. Whatever." I nod, it making more sense now. He finishes the drink he started, sliding it into Daryl's hand. "Will you be having anything sunshine?"

I small blush creeps onto my face. I look over at Daryl for an answer like a little kid. "She'll just have a-"

Sam holds out his hand, "Let the lady answer for herself."