Okay, this is a super short chapter but I wasn't sure what else I could put in it. Thank you for all the helpful reviews and opinions3 Next chapter I'll work much harder on, promise.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Warnings: Almost Attempted Rape, Language.

It'd been a few weeks since the event, the word on Daryl's hip had scabbed up and now the bruising around it was going down. Daryl currently lay on his bed, it was ten at night and he'd spent the whole day out in the woods, when it got later he was boozing up with a few of his friends. Daryl could've predicted when he had to go home, that he'd stay up trying to make sense of his life. He missed his brother terribly; he didn't even have a reason to go this time.

Daryl glanced at the hunting knife lying on his bedside table, his eyes flickering for a moment. Considering the option, he grunted, kicking out at the desk before turning over in frustration. His arms wrapped themselves around his clad torso, his eyes begging for some sleep. He yawned sleepily against his pillow, closing his eyes quickly when the door to his room opened. Sometimes his father would sneak in and steal one of his packs of smokes, so he was hoping that was all he wanted.

His mind didn't even consider the fact that it could not be his father, but he furrowed his eyebrows when the man climbed onto the bed. His breathing shut down completely as he turned around, glaring at the man. Frightened when he saw Nick, with an evil glint to his eyes but his mouth wasn't curled into a smile.

"What're you doing? Get out." Daryl was trying to decide between throwing the blanket over his head and kicking the man and running.

"Shh, it's okay baby." The man went to lean over Daryl, his beer breath warming his face, to which Daryl cringed, grabbing the man's shoulders to push him away.

"I ain't your baby!" Daryl hissed, kicking him with his foot and scooting back to the corner of his bed.

"You bitch, just c'mere." Nick advanced him again, his hands grabbing Daryl's knees that were curled to his chest, forcing them flat. He grabbed Daryl by the back of his neck, forcefully pulling him into a kiss. Daryl tightened his lips, turning his head away. He felt Nick get the upper hand, sliding Daryl till he was lying flat on the bed, to which Daryl moved his body every which way, causing his hips to move frantically, much to the man's enjoyment.

Daryl paused for a second before throwing all his weight into a roll over.

Daryl opened his eyes suddenly jumping into a sitting position, he saw Nick's figure leaning towards him, causing him to jump back, managing to fall to the floor with a loud crash. Once he figured out that Nick wasn't actually there, he calmed down. He looked around sleepily for Merle, surprised when he didn't find him. He looked down at his busted knuckles; they needed to be cleaned, for sure. He walked towards the bathroom, knocking.

"Merle? Ya in there?" Daryl grunted when he didn't hear an answer, pushing the door open slightly looking at the now cleaned bathroom. He looked back at the clock, it was two in the afternoon, he figured Merle must've been getting lunch or something. Daryl walked in to the bathroom, running his fingers under the cold water, hissing at the contact. Once he'd gotten his knuckles fixed he walked casually out of the bathroom, flipping on the T.V. He moved the curtains with one hand, peeking outside, confused when he saw that the car was still there and no Merle.

He sat down for a minute, lighting up a smoke, kicking his feet up on the table and taking a few drags while watching some random movie. It only took him around five minutes to get bored and decide to walk around outside. He was walking around the motel lot for quite some time before he reached the office, he wasn't itching to go inside and see Nick again, scared shitless of the idea. He stared at the doors for a few minutes, before looking back at the ground and continuing his walk. There was a gas station right next door, so he decided he'd walk over there, perhaps Merle had already.

He cut through the grass, jumping over the small portion of water that had gathered; thankful he stuck a few bucks in his pocket before he left. He walked into the gas station convient store, glancing around for Merle, furrowing his brow when he didn't seem him. He was beginning to be a little concerned at the whereabouts of his older brother. He hoped Merle hadn't just left him here on his own, but figured he wouldn't have left without his motorcycle.

Daryl bought a couple of candy bars and a soda before making his way back to their motel room. He'd just passed the office when he heard the door open, glancing back at Merle, he could tell instantly his brother had been in a fight. His observant mind quickly realizing exactly who he'd been in a fight with and why.

"Get your stuff, Daryl." Merle demanded, catching up to his brother. "I'll start the car."

Daryl didn't need to be told twice as he ran inside the room, grabbing their belongings and left over beer, setting it in the truck bed next to the motorcycle, Merle was already in the front seat as Daryl slipped into the passenger seat his eyes wide at his brother.

"You didn't kill him did you?" Daryl asked nervously.

"Ain't in good condition, but naw, I didn't kill him." Merle had no condolences for the man, no sympathy, nothing. Merle knew he deserved what came to him, even if he'd be deaf for the rest of his life.

Daryl's heart seemed to be racing a little, his head was still replaying his dream, he knew Merle wasn't going to pester him for more information for a while, but it didn't stop the nasty headache from coming. Daryl leaned his head against the cool glass, trying to elevate some of the pain. He didn't want to ask Merle anymore questions about him, he didn't care what happened to him.

"Gave me a little information on where dad is though." Merle mumbled, Daryl wasn't quite sure he was even talking to him. "Said last time he knew he was somewhere in Florida."

"You didn't know where he was before?" Daryl raised an eyebrow, groaning, he was still hoping Merle would change his mind and they'd move to a small town, get jobs, buy a house and just stay still for a while.

Merle didn't answer just glanced over at Daryl almost nervously, he pulled over on the side of the road. "You okay, Daryl?"

"Huh…?" He raised his hand up to his nose, glancing at the blood, his head was still pounding and his vision was quickly becoming blurred.

"Daryl?"

"…C'mon." Daryl glanced at his brother one last time before everything managed to fade to black.

He awoke what seemed like it was rather quickly after that, he had a cold cloth on his head and his eyes were slowly opening and closing. He reached out for his brother, his hand grasping Merle's hand naturally. He felt Merle's hand on his hair, a unfamiliar person dabbing his face, causing him to try to sit up desperately.

He glanced at his surroundings, another gas station, he groaned happy he wasn't in a hospital or something. He eyed the girl, who immediately seemed to back off, her smile was radiant and kind and he didn't like her one bit. He wasn't sure why he passed out, but he hadn't awoken in a very good mood. He listened to Merle and her chat for a few seconds, before pulling himself back fully inside the car and slamming the door shut, causing them both to turn and look. He was tired of Merle's antics, and he was tired of all these random girls. He didn't want to drive anymore; he just wanted to go home.

He didn't care about finding their dad, he didn't care about revenge, he didn't care about the burned house on their land, he didn't care about their lack of money. All he wanted to do was go home, get some clothes, find a job, and get home, back to where they belonged. He didn't know anything about Florida, and he wasn't itching to go there.

He groaned annoyed, rolling up his window and kicking his foot against the dashboard. He was frustrated, and hateful, and desperate, and he felt like he couldn't get his breathing under control for anything. This was too much stress for him, and he wasn't sure how long he could handle this little adventure.