"Where are you going?" I watched as he had lucille resting against his shoulder, he was headed towards the door. This wasn't good. I felt the lump in my stomach rise. He wasn't going to respond to me, he never did. That look was in his eyes. The sun was beginning to set as the worry was beginning to rise within me. I hopped up from the warm bed and ran across the cold concrete floor. "Fucking answer me." I swallowed hard. His eyes could be so cold sometimes I wondered if he was even alive inside. He was hard, cold and calculated.
"Move." It wasn't a request, it was a demand. I watched as he lay lucille down, his hands grasped my hips and I gasped. My feet lifted from the floor and he placed me down. His warm lips kissed my nose, I smiled. "Please, be safe." I placed my hands on his chest and curled into his body. Safe. He was safe. I was surrounded by chaos. My brother had died. I had been separated from my sister in law and my nephew. I was left for dead when he found me.
I could never forget the way his hands felt against my skin. The musky un-showered smell. He was my hero in a leather jacket. Crazy? Definitely. He carried around Lucille like she was a first prize trophy he had one when he was a child. I licked my lips, leaning in for a kiss. "Come back to me." I croaked, my throat tightened. I hated watching him leave.
"Always."
All I heard was noise. Screams from a distance filled my ears. I knew this wasn't good. Was he okay? My stomached turned at the thought of him dying. What would I do without him? Panic filled my bones, I hopped up, dropping my book to the floor. I slid my feet into my worn out sneakers and I reached for the ratty old sweater my brother had given me for my 20th birthday. Anxiety filled me, walking down the hallway as I bumped into person after person just as curious as I was to find out what was happening beyond the door.
I was out first, pushing the door all I could see was a crowd of people. "What the fuck is happening?" I pushed my way through bodies of people. I could hear Negan. He was okay. My heart slowed. I pushed person after person out of my way.
I fell to my knees as I seen his face. My brother. Rick. It couldn't be. He was bloodied and bruised. "What did you do?!" I screamed. I struggled to get to my feet. My body had failed me. I need to get to him. I have to get to him. "Rick!" I screamed. I could feel the tears falling from my face. "Negan…" I whimpered. I used my hands to push myself up from the ground. The gravol had cut into my knees, I could feel the sing from the tiny cuts on my legs.
"Rick, Rick…" I placed my hand on my brothers face. He looked different. He looked like he had been through hell and back. "Are you okay?" I whispered. That's when I had seen him, out of the corner of my eye. Carl.
"Aunt Billie?" His voice was the same. Freckles filled his cheeks, I wanted to smile and hug him but I was frozen. I couldn't move. What had he done? He had hurt my family.