Hey guys! This is the first time I've ever really written, so don't be too hard on me. This is taking place after the Season 4 finale, but I kept Martinez and the Governor still alive. Thanks guys! I'll try to update every day, weekends I might not. But I'll try :) have fun! Oh and this is a Bethyl/Deth story. :)

Chapter 1

I sat by the dying fire, next to Martinez. The Governor sat right next to me, shoulders touching. I shivered from his touch, despite the 75 degree weather and crackling fire.

I had been with him for over a year now. After he had killed my dad and everyone was leaving and boarding the bus, he kidnapped me. I was on her to find Judith when he found me, and I hoped to God the little girl was safe.

The Governor told me he would make me safe now; he did the total opposite.

I was lost in the thought of my family, of Carol and Daryl, Rick and Carl, when he nudged my bruised arm.

"Let's go to bed, Bethany," he said with a wink. Wish, I noted, looked like a blink considering had one eye.

I flicked my eyes to Martinez who gave me a sad look. I nodded slightly, looking down at my mud covered boots and standing up. He put his hand on the small of my back, pushing me into "our" tent. This happened almost every night, and I was forced to go along with it. Whenever I resisted, he brought out chains. He would chain me up and take advantage of me while the chains dug into my wrists and ankles, way too tight.

He lied me down on my back, kissing up and down my neck with roughness. Every time this happened, I had to fight back the stinging tears in my eyes, threatening to flow over.

He worked with my pants, pulling them down. This time the tears spilled over as she blacked out, praying to see her father's face just once more.

...

I woke up with my shirt off but bra still on. The Governor was gone and she heard him talking to Martinez outside the tent.

"Why do you have to treat her like that?" I heard Martinez say. I smiled a little knowing he was finally sticking up for me.

"Like what? I don't do anything to her that she doesn't agree with," I heard him reply. I glared out the tent while I found a shirt to put on over my bruised and scarred body.

"Then how do you explain the cuts, the scars, the bruises?" She's just a girl. She wants to leave, be with her family again. Let her be free," Martinez said, almost begging for my freedom.

All was silent, then I heard footsteps coming towards the tent and I stumbled towards the zipper flap of a door to get out of the tent before he could get back in.

I stumbled out and stood up inches in front of him and I took a quick step back to get away, only to end up falling on my butt. The Governor glared and opened his mouth. I braced myself for a beating or even just his harsh words.

Instead, he said, "Do you want to leave, Bethany?"

I looked up at him, my blond hair in my face. I didn't trust him, knew there had to be a catch. "W...what?" was all I could stutter out.

"Do you want to leave? I know you miss your family. They're probably all dead, but if you to rough it by yourself, be my guest. You're dead weight. A sex toy." I just stared at him with what I imagined to be my big stupid doe eyes.

"I...uh. Really?" I was at a loss of words, to say the least.

"Leave. You have two hours, if you don't leave by then, well..." he grinned at me and I cringed in response but nodded and stood up, walking towards Martinez who was making breakfast for everyone.

He looked up and I whispered, "Thank you," to him. He nodded and handed me a bowl of oat meal.

We ate in silence and all I could think about was leaving. When it was time, Martinez handed me a backpack filled with food and supplies. Then he handed me a gun and gave me my knife back, which she instinctively slipped into my boot.

I hugged him and said into his ear, "Come with me, please." He pulled back and looked into my eyes.

"Chica...you know I can't do that," he said apologetically.

I gripped his arms and almost whined, "Martinez, please."

He slowly nodded. "Okay. Alright, fine. I'll go. Only for you, chica. I know you won't live out there on your own." He said with a joking tone.

I smile a little bit, then Phillip opened the fence for me to leave. Martinez stepped out first, me behind him.

"Martinez, what the hell do you think you're doing?" The Governor called out.

"I'm leaving you, homie. It's been hell living here, but thanks for keeping us alive! See you in the next hell," and with that, we were both gone.