Broken Blues. (A Daryl Dixon Love Story)

Prologue

The room was dark, the only light coming from the boarded up window above her head. Lilianna heard voices outside the door across the room and lifted her head as the handle turned and the door swung open.

There he stood, his right eye mangled and stitched up from the piece of glass her mother had sunk into it. Her captor inspired a rage inside of her, that, being 9, she'd never had the chance to feel before. But looking up at him now, Lilly could feel that rage build up in her chest. The pain of knowing her parents were gone and this man... no. This beast was the reason why. It was unbearable.

He looked down at her, watching her every move, while she tried her best not to lunge at him and scratch his other eye out. She kept herself still, knowing that if she tried anything, it would probably end the same way for her as it did her parents.

"Hello there. My name is Phillip. But you... you can call me Dad." With that he walked out slamming the door behind him, all she heard was a chuckle fading on the other side of the door. Lilly sat huddled under the window her face an emotionless mask while her mind ran wild thinking of all the possibilities as to why she was here and why this sick man is keeping her here.

A lone tear ran down her face as she thought of her parents. She couldn't help the scream clawing out of her throat. Then another rose, then another until eventually she was sobbing uncontrollably into her arms.

Lillianna sat up and cracked her eyes open, her cheeks damp from the drying tears. The nightmares never stopped and they just reminded her of why she kept running for so long. I will never let him catch me. She thought. I'd rather die than go back.

Dragging her legs over the side of the bed, she looked at the time seeing it was 6:15. She had 45 minutes to get ready and head into her new job. She'd finally decided to settle down for a while in Georgia; the town seemed sweet enough and there was nothing that would catch anyone's attention. She grabbed a towel from the dresser and walked into the bathroom, deciding a nice shower would clear away the ghosts of her past. The water washed away the dried tears as she stood under the warm spray.

When she was done, she stepped out of the shower and took a moment to look in the small mirror above the sink. Lilly couldn't help the sigh that escaped her lips, her eyes roaming over her bright red hair that fell in soft damp waves just past her shoulders. I'll have to cut it again soon. It's getting too long to wear the wig, she thought and tugged at it limply. A scowl crossed her face as she looked at her hair. Why did it have to be so noticeable? She couldn't chance anyone spotting her while driving through! She could feel the paranoia creep up her spine as if it were ice at the thought being recognised. She looked back at her face, the blue eyes looking back empty and full of pain. Blinking a few times, she glanced away quickly. Her gaze caught the clock showing the time.

Shit. She thought. I'm going to be so late.

Hurrying out of the bathroom, She threw on her work uniform and carefully but quickly piled her hair into the hair net, pulling a plain brown haired wig over her hair just before heading out to the car. The air was cold being the middle of February and she pulled the collar of her jacket up around her neck to keep the chill away. Yanking open the car door and opening the heaters on full blast, hot air hitting her face warming her up, she started the process of trying to get her car to move.

It took a few tries before the engine roared to life and she sped out of the driveway and down the dusty road, hoping she wouldn't be late on her first day.

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