Different point of view for the first part of this chapter. 😉

Please read the authors note at the end!

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"You're a big man when you're boasting about how many girls you can get, yet you can't get your hands on that piece of trash!" He snapped angrily.

The teen shook in his seat. The angry glare coming from the man before him was truly terrifying.

"I-I'm sorry...he's always there, always by her side." The teen said shakily.

The fierce man put his hands on the arms of the chair, leaning forwards. The teen could feel the man's breath against his face, the smell of cigarettes and whiskey was almost enough to make him vomit.

"Then you get rid of him or do the normal thing and approach her when she's weak and alone. He can't be by her side twenty-four-seven." The man spat.

The teen coward and turned his head to the side so he didn't have to look into the angry eyes of the man before him.

"He doesn't leave her, he's got super protective ever since everyone found out about-"

"About what boy! Speak up!" The man snapped.

"About the baby. Everyone knows...everyone." He stammered.

The man laughed. "Aw, well ain't that sweet. Are they all congratulating that pussy?" The man asked. He scoffed. "Little shit doesn't even know what his dicks for!"The man laughed. "Wanna know who really got that piece of trash pregnant?"

The teen shook in the spot.

"It was me. I got her pregnant and I need her back."

The teen gasped.

"You bring her to me and I'll make sure you keep both your legs. Understood?" The man asked.

The teen nodded his head rapidly. "W-what will you do to her?" He asked.

The man smirked. "Don't worry, I'll keep her safe and put her to use until she has the baby. Then that pussy can have her back."

"What do you mean "put her to use"?" The teen asked daringly.

"Why? Do you want in? Do you want to see her in the way I saw her? Desperate, scared, screaming and crying?" The man sniggered.

"N-No, of course not." The teen stuttered.

He smirked. "You should do. It's real fun, maybe I'll invite you around for a turn, but only if you bring her to me of course."

"Why don't you just leave her be? What do you want her baby for?" The teen asked curiously. He should know his curiosity would get him into trouble.

"Haven't you heard? Many people want babies.." The man chuckled. "And as that child is mine, i get to decide what happens to the little brat."

"So adoption...she could do that.."

The man stepped back and laughed. "Yeah but she wouldn't get a penny for it. This way I get what I'm owed. Her getting knocked up, fucked up my deal. I'm owed big time. Now do as I say or I'll make sure you never walk or speak again."

The teen nodded.

"Off you go son." The man chuckled.

The teen scattered to the door, stumbling over his own feet as he ran. He could hear the obnoxious laughing of the evil man he left behind.

Now he just had to decide what to do?

Protect a young girl and her baby, or protect himself?

Daryl and Lorna spent the next day in bed, thankfully they didn't have school because neither felt like doing anything.

Lorna laid her head on his chest, running her hand up and down his arm.

"When's your doctors appointment?" Daryl asked.

"Monday, nine AM." She answered.

He ran his fingers through her hair. "I'll come with you." He stated.

She sighed. "You don't have to Daryl. You could just drop me off and I'll meet you back at school."

She felt him shake his head. "No, I'm coming with you and I'm going to hold your hand every second of the way and support any decision you make." He stated firmly.

She smiled to herself. "Thank you Daryl."

"Nothing to thank me for."

"There is. Thank you for being such an amazing person, before I met you, I had doubts that there were any nice people left in this world."

"There's plenty, we just haven't been lucky enough to meet many of them." He mumbled.

"The Greenes are good people." She mumbled.

"They are." Daryl agreed.

"Do you ever wonder what you would have been like if you were raised by a different family?" She asked.

"No." He stated honestly.

"Why not?" She asked.

"No point dwelling on it. I am who I am, can't change that now."

She sighed. "That's true, but you're an amazing guy Daryl."

"And you're an amazing girl." He stated kissing her on top of the head.

She tensed slightly but allowed the action.

She snuggled into him tighter.

"What was your mother like?" He asked out of the blue.

Lorna looked up at him and smiled. "Amazing." She stated.

"Can you tell me about her?" He asked.

She nodded. "Her name was Anthea." She smiled. "She had long jet black hair like my own with almost grey eyes. I had a picture but I left it behind." She sighed. "She was so nice, like what people would describe as the perfect mother and she was in my eyes. She would read me stories before bed when I was younger, lay with me if I had nightmares. There would always be a batch of cookies or a freshly made cake when I came home from school." Lorna chucked. "She didn't work so she was usually at home at lot. She loved to baked and cook. I'm surprised I wasn't huge as a child." She giggled making Daryl chuckled slightly too.

He wrapped his other arm around her and laid on his side so he could face her.

"She would always wear bright flowery dresses and the same perfume. After she died I took the perfume and I would spray it in my bedroom at night and pretend she was still laying there with me..." She wiped a tear away. "I miss her." She whispered.

"How did she die?" He asked.

"Dad just said it was cancer. I didn't even know she was sick before she died. It just happened, she went to sleep and never woke up. All the time leading up to her death she was still herself, still baking, still smiling and laughing." She smiled.

"When did your father become who he is now?" He asked.

"The day she died."

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "That soon?" He asked.

"Kind of. A few months before she died he was a little grumpier and got angry at her easily. They would argue a lot while I was in bed, I could hear plates smashing and doors slamming. One morning I woke up and found her trying to put make up over a bruise on her cheek." She sighed and ran her hand up his chest, inhaling his intoxicating scent.

"Did he ever abuse you while your mother was alive?" Daryl asked.

She shook her head. "No, he would shout at me if I did something wrong but that was it. The day she died though he flipped out at me for just standing in the doorway. I had only asked what had happened and he pushed me. I hid in my room for hours under the bed."

He placed his hand on her cheek.

"I won't ever hurt you."

"I know." She replied, placing her soft hand over his own.

"Can I...can I kiss you?" He asked nervously.

She back away an inch before nodding her head slowly.

He leant in slightly, watching her eyes for any sign of being frightened before brushing his lips lightly against her own.

She didn't make any attempt to move so he pulled back.

"Sorry-"

"Do it again." She whispered, cutting him off.

He was surprised but did as she said. This time he felt her kiss back ever so slightly.

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Did the first part confuse you?

Who do you think the conversation was between?

Predictions?

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