Martin glares at her. "I was pretending, now daddy is hurt." The kid points to where his dad was throwing up. "All of you made him that way."

Shanks felt useless. "Simon do you think you can stand enough for me to get you to the bus?" The man shakes his head. "Well then." Shanks puts a hand on the wheel chair. He pushes but find that it was rather hard. After quiet a struggle the panting man gets the chair to the bus.

Trish shook her head. "No.... Brenda didn't at least. What was she doing near that wood pile anyway?" She asked biting her lip.

Brenda tilting her head down looking at the ground. All she saw was black and she curled up into a ball and cried again.

Kara was walking over to try and get Opal. She had heard enough. "What in the world is wrong with you?!" She yelled at Martin. "You do realize that if Brenda hadn't found you you'd be dead right now, right? The walker that almost killed her would've found you soon enough. And now she's blind and you can't even give her a second glance!"

Nathaniel decided to go see about getting another gun before heading out and he saw Alexie by the bus. He looked at the man. "You okay?" He asked, he was still mad but had some time to cool down and understood why the man had done what he had.

Andrew was walking back to the bus to see if Brenda was alright or not. He didn't both looking around. He sees shanks near the bus with Simon. "Need any help?" He asked nodding at the chair.

Shanks shakes his head. "Not now." He pants. He sits on the edge of the bus stairs. "Thats harder than it looks." A weak smile spreads over his face.

Martin clenches his fist. "I went off to DIE!"

Alexie wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "I could use a drink."

Andrew nodded and looked on the bus. Brenda wasn't there anymore. He looked around frantically and saw her curled up by the steps.

Kara shook her head in disbelieve. "Why would you do that? You still have your dad and your brother." She pointed at Trish, "She doesn't have anyone. Russ doesn't have anyone, Carl watched his dad die and believe me, I'm the expert on that, it sucks."

Nathaniel nodded and handed him a bottle of water.

Alexie smiles. "I ment a drink, you know alcohol."

Martin stands. He was angry. "I wanted to die so I did not have to fight for life! I have seen thing, done thing, had things done to me that I never wish to remember! I wanted to end it all!" Tears roll down his face. "I was cut, taunted, used, spit on, called names,******d, and who knows what else when I passed out!"

Nathaniel nodded feeling a little stupid. "I don't know where they put that stuff. I think it's in the truck though." He walked over and knocked on the tailgate.

Quin sat up and looked out side. "What do you need?" She asked looking around. She heard a southern voice. "Somethin' stronger than water ta drink." She found some vodka and handed it out the tent.

Nathaniel took it. "Thank ya ma'am." He walked back to Alexie. "This good?"

Margo was mad now before Kara or Trish could say anything she yelled at him. "And you don't think that happened to us?! We watched our older sister******d and beaten. Then he started messing around with Brenda!" She started crying as she turned away. "The one time Andrew ever failed us was when it mattered. And you don't care!"

Andrew stood frozen in front of Margo. He felt even worst then before. HE turned around and walked off knowing they were all watching him.

Trish know someone better follow him so she went after Andrew sure that Kara and Margo would handle this alright.

Martin sobbed. "But they hurt me! They hurt me so I killed them, all of them! I beat their skulls and laughed. They had cut me, so I cut them, the abused me, so I abused them, they killed me, so I killed them."

Miles stands, putting a hand around the crying boy. "Shhh, it's over. We all have done things we wish to forget."

Alexie smiles. "Thank you." He takes a long swig of the drink.

Nathaniel looks at the man. "Maybe ya should go and talk ta your son. I'm sure he's confused 'bout what just happened." He suggested knowing that was the way a father should act.

Kara looked at Opal who had come over and held tightly to her legs. "Hey, you okay?" She asked the little girl.

Opal nodded and hid her face.

Brenda could tell no one was watching her. She swayed to stand up. She started limping away from them.

Simon shifts in the seat. "I thought they were going to help..." He was crying.

Shanks nods to the injured boy. "Hey Kara?"

Alexie stands. He walks to Martin and hands the boy the bottle. "Martin..." The boy looks up at his father. "Just like home." The boy nods and takes a sip of the vodka. "Better?"

Martin nods, wiping his mouth. "They don't believe me."

Kara heard someone calling her but she didn't recognize the man who had said her name. She picked Opal up and walked over to him. "Uh. That's me. You are...?" She asked as she tried to loosen Opal's tight grip on her neck.

Margo looked at the boy feeling a little bad for yelling at him. "I do believe you. I'm sorry for yelling, it's just Brenda thought you were her friend and she walked all the way out here to make sure you were okay. And her leg really hurts..."