Chapter Thirteen
Ed remained, lingering just behind me, making everybody
nervous—myself included—and I desperately looked across the quarry to see that
Shane had stopped talking to Lori and was now watching me and intensely staring
at the situation around me.
White light exploded from behind my left eye and my ass hit
the dirt seconds later, my head bouncing off a rock with a resounding crack
that left my ears ringing. The hit
itself stung, but it didn’t hurt nearly as bad as the rock that met the back of
my skull when I fell.
Suddenly screams erupted all around me and I looked up just
in time to see Shane storming the beach with murder in his eyes.
Chapter Fourteen
We all watched helplessly as Shane gave Ed—what I was sure
to be the beating of his life. The girls
were all screaming at him to stop, but I couldn’t find my voice. I felt that this was justified.
“You put your hands on your wife, your little girl or anyone
else in this camp; I will not stop the next time. You lay hands on my woman again and I’ll feed
you to a fuckin’ walker. Do you hear
me?” He growled his chest extending as
he breathed down on the other man, a menacing finger in his face and squeezing
Ed’s battered cheeks with the other.
“Do you hear me?” He
repeated, punching Ed once more. I
winced as I heard the loud crack that followed.
“I’ll beat you to death, Ed!”
“What’s wrong, Shane?”
Lori asked when Carl was out of hearing range.
“Her left eye’s blown out; she’s got one Hell of a
concussion.” He said, leaning forward to
kiss my forehead. “You’re gonna have one
bitch of a headache for the next couple of days. I don’t want you doin’ anythin’ strenuous
either.”
I went to protest but he cut me off. “I mean it, Birdie, you could faint and cause
yourself more damage.”
I smiled at his concern.
“Alright, Papa Walsh, I’ll stay put.”
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