Your p.o.v

Why is he being a freaking bully right now? He was all sweet last night and this morning but then turned around and became all mean and a jerk.

I rake the hay into the barrel and almost bump into Carl. "Sorry." I mumble.

"Whatever. " he mumbles back.

"Seriously. What did I do to piss you off this bad? I mean come on Carl! " I ask for the third time.

"The fact that you still have a mom! For one thing! I had to kill my mom!" I usually get an eye roll or something.

"And you don't think I miss my dad?! Who do you thunk had to kill him after he turned? Huh? Me! That was me! My mom tried to run to him, tried to save him. Two men in my group had to hold her back. My brother cried. Me. I had to do it! He was eating his brother! All I've heard from you is whining about your ma' "

"Don't talk about my mom!" He snaps. He takes the new hay barrel and snaps off the strings with his pocket knife. He breaks the square barrel with his foot.

After we spread the hay around the stable we go to feed the pigs.

★☆★☆a month later★☆★☆

Carl still hasn't stopped being a jerk. It's terrible working with him in the mornings. I became close to Carol who I found out has a crush on my uncle. My brother is still sick but is getting better every day, thanks to Hershal. My arm is healed and i got the cast taken off yesterday. I became friends with Beth and Daryl took me hunting with him. I don't remember life being so great in a looonnnggg time.

"Hey Carol, any idea why Carl hates me so much?" I ask as I cut up a half cooked dear leg and put it back on the grill.

"Well, when I was in school, it was said that if a boys mean to you, that means he likes you." She says with a smile.

"Well, I don't think that's the case." I say with a laugh.

"You asked and I answered." I grabbed a handful of green beans and put them in a pot full of water and start to cook them.

People start to come to the outside eating area. It's a little cool out for next month is December. Carol and I hand out plates full of food and cups of water. Some people secretly dump the water and put liquor inside the cups instead.

Patrick comes up and flirts with me as usual. He seems nice but he's not my type. I catch Carl's glare at me as usual. Lizzie sits down next to him and pecks him on his cheek. They seem like they're dating but when I ask Carl he says no and when I ask Lizzie she just stares at me with hate.

After everyone has food, Carol and I sit down and start eating. I sit at the table with Beth, Zach, Patrick, Carl (he won't leave and neither will I) , his friends, and Lizzie.

We laugh and joke, Carl avoids me and I him. Patrick leans over to me across the table. "Hey, you know that storage closet between the cell blocks?" I nod my head. "I found something really cool and wondered if you want to see it?"

"Sure. Sounds cool. What time?" I ask.

"After dinner." He says quickly.

"OK. But don't you have clean up duty?"

"Carl's taking over for me."

I get up and wait in line to put my dishes in the dish bin. The line goes pretty fast so I get done and follow Patrick to the storage room.

He opens the door and I walk in. "Whats this cool thing you wanted to show me?" I am suddenly pushed against the wall. "What the hell?!" I scream as a hand runs down my hip and to the hem of my jeans.

"Shhh. Don't scream." Patrick says as he pushes his lips against mine. The kiss is ruff and I try to push him off of me. I try to knee him in the junk but he pressed closer to me, not allowing me to move.

His hands feel for the hem of my shirt and removes it so I'm down to my bra. "Patrick stop!" I say and try to punch him. He slaps me across the face. "I. Said. Don't. Scream." He tries to unbuckle my pants but I resist and struggle.

Patrick punches me in the face and my head hits the wall hard. I cry out in pain.I turn to the door but feel a hand grab my shoulder and a punch in my side. "Tryin' to escape huh?" I punch him in the face and he throws me to the ground.

Suddenly the door bursts open and Patrick gets body slammed. "Touch her again and I'll kill you!" The person says. The voice sounds familiar but I am to stunned to put two and two together.

The person beats Patrick to the point Patrick passed out it sounds like. The fight ends and the person walks up to me. "I swear to God I'm not looking at you. Just put your clothes on and I'll help with the wounds." It's Carl. Great, I'll never hear the end of this.

"Thanks for saving me Carl, I'll pay you back somehow. Just please don't tease me or make fun of me about how stupid it was to come here." I say as I put my shirt back on, it's ripped in places from where I was sandwiched to the rough brick wall. I locate my boots that were knocked off during the struggle.

"Why would I make fun of you?" He asks.

Really? "Because of the whole 'now we hate each other thing'"

"I wouldn't make fun of you over this." I saw something soften in his eyes. "Come on, I'll take you to your cell after we clean those cuts."

I was really hoping that he would say that it was all an act. Like a great big April fools joke. But deep down I know it's not. I know that he still hates me and that that's not gonna change.

            He leads me to the shower area and looks through the shelves for the first aid kit. He finds it and begins cleaning the cuts with alcohol and it stings worse than a bee. He bandages them up and puts gauze around my hand from where my knuckles split when I punched Patrick. He tells me to hold on as he runs back to his cell and grabs one of his t-shirts and has me put it on and throw away my ripped long sleeved shirt. "Just return it to me tomorrow, it's so your mom doesn't question you about ripped clothing. "

                   I grab the first aid kit and slide over to me. "Give me your hand." I demand and hold out mine.

                   "Well if you think I'm holding hands with you, then you must've took a hard hit to the head. " I roll my eyes.  "Not for that idiot. Your knuckles are swollen and bleeding, let me patch them up." He gives me his hand and I set to work.

                When I'm done with his hand I notice a small cut on his cheek and patch it up. "How did you find us?" I ask him.

                 "I was coming to get a broom and heard a scream. It was really stupid of you to go with him. Next time use your brain." He says and then gets up and walks towards his cell. I watch him turn the corner and then turn to walk back to mine. I make sure not to wake my brother as I climb up to my bunk and fall into a dreamless sleep.