You were in an abusive relationship with Abraham Ford. It didn’t matter how many times you broke up with him, he got you back in no time. Not because you wanted to, but because he manipulated you, and guilt tripped you into staying.

You were sitting on the roof of one of the shed’s in the woods, somewhere you could be alone. You pulled your legs closer to your body and rested your head on your knees.

“What’s with you lately, hm?” Daryl mumbled placing a hand on your shoulder, sitting down next to you.

You jumped a bit, by his sudden presence and looked up at him. “What are you doing here?” You sniffed looking away while wiping your tears away with your sleeve.

Daryl hummed softly moving his hand to rest on your back. “I saw you sneaking out, it’s not you.” He said.

You let out a shaky breath and glanced over at him. “It’s Abraham, again.” You whispered.

Daryl was the only one who knew everything about you and Abraham, what he knew about you, what he was going to use against you, how he treated you, and he hated it.

“Someone who loves ya, wouldn’t do this.” He said sternly, staring into your eyes while moving a stand of hair out of your face.