All Daryl was trying to do was get it through her thick skull that she and her boyfriend were in danger. Of course it didn't work. It never did. Hell, it wouldn't have worked on him if anyone had figured out how much and how often his daddy's belt got taken to his back and decided to try and talk him into going. Maybe in five years, with some breathing room to look at it and learn, she might be able to see it clearly.

"You gettin' hurt ain't a better option." He shook his head and averted his eyes, too pissed at the situation to look at her. She didn't need his glare directed her way.