Thanks for reading and reviewing! It's great getting feedback. This chapter has a trigger situation involving a missing cat. It is not graphic but may be upsetting to some.
In other news I was looking at my ffn profile stats and realized I have more than 1,000,000 words collectively published on ffn. That is so crazy! It doesn't even account for the dozen half written projects I have on my laptop and iPad. I can't believe I've written so much in just two years.
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The project Kayla had been working on was now tacked to her living room wall. It was a collection of different landscapes, pictures of beautiful forests and dramatic cliffs of the coastline. There were barren deserts and thick evergreens covered in snow. It seemed she was an aspiring world traveler, the fact being highly ironic to Negan. The woman rarely left her home, her self-seclusion familiar and comforting to him. He may have had a medical reason for being a recluse but Kayla seemed to do it by choice. He wasn't even sure if she had family, having never seen a soul visit her except the jerk off, who seemed to desperately want her back. Not that he could blame the shithead, Kayla was a catch. Not only did she have a nice rack, she was enthralling.
She hung the display up and stood back, her arms crossed as she cocked her head to the side. For a moment she smiled at it, a look of pride on her face but then it seemed as though her body began to sink into quick sand. Kayla's shoulders sagged and she frowned, her eyes dropping away as if unable to look at them any longer.
Negan wasn't sure what the change in demeanor meant but he couldn't help feeling the need to comfort her. It wasn't the first time he wanted to cup her face and kiss her forehead. He could feel his lips tingle at just the idea of it. There wasn't much he wanted more in the world than to pull her into his lap and sink deep inside her, and not just to get off but to feel close to another person again. He ached to be connected in some way with someone. That someone was quickly becoming Kayla. Part of him, the rational side, knew what he was doing and feeling, was wrong. He could tell he was trading one coping mechanism for another, both being unhealthy and harmful to himself and others. The other half of Negan felt that even though it wasn't healthy, it was better than what he had been doing all those months ago in his favorite automobile. It was that recognition that allowed him to overlook the immoral pastime and rationalize it as less deadly than driving into brick walls.
He had to do laundry, Negan couldn't put it off any longer or he'd be free balling it. As it was, he wore a pair with shamrocks on its crotch and the phrase Kiss my Shamrocks, a joke gift from a red headed substitute he fucked.
Using a canvas bag to carry his clothing, he slung it over the back of his chair and rolled his broken ass towards the laundry room. Once inside he shoved as much as he could in the rusty unit before settling in with his tablet, reading a book he'd downloaded.
As he finished the first chapter the sound of someone trudging towards the doorway had him pausing with apprehension. Negan wasn't in the mood to chitchat with some neighbor, especially if it were someone he watched. That would be uncomfortable. Kayla's face flashed before him and he couldn't help but stiffen, literally.
'Fuck, it may be her.' He groaned inwardly, the idea of watching her fold her panties way too stirring to be considered normal adult behavior. Adjusting his partial chub, he peered through the doorway waiting anxiously for their arrival.
The mysterious person appeared and much to Negan's disappointment, it wasn't the tight-bodied brunette; rather it was the frizzy haired old lady. She smelled like cigarettes and mothballs, her beady eyes glaring at him. Looking back at his screen, he tried to ignore her shuffling feet but the threadbare slippers kept drawing his attention. Sneering at his lap, he couldn't help but stew bitterly.
'This is why I don't do laundry.' He grumbled inside, his dark gaze landing on the noisy old woman. Negan just wanted to sit silently while his dirty drawers washed, not smell cigarettes and look at spider vein covered calves. Wrinkling his nose, he tried to avoid the view and focus on his book.
"What's your name?" Her raspy voice crackled, her wrinkly arms crossed over the stained housedress. Negan blinked at her a moment before he replied, "Negan."
"Neeegahn?" She spoke, her nose wrinkled with disgust. "That some kinda chink name? You don't look like no oriental?"
Snorting, Negan drawled, "Well aren't you a charmer, doll. No I am not Asian but if I was I'd be fucking offended."
"Well excuse the hell out of me. In my day, we had thicker skin and we called it, as we saw it."
"Don't get me wrong sweetcheeks, I like blunt."
"Whatever." She sneered, lighting a cigarette while standing next to the no smoking sign. Negan shook his head and decided to not bother pointing out the obvious sign, it wasn't as though she'd give a shit.
"What exactly did you need?"
"Need?"
"You asked my name, unless you were just hitting on me?" He grinned salaciously, figuring if he offended her she might leave. Negan could do offensive, it was part of his repertoire. "I mean I am irresisti-fucking-ble."
Scoffing she grinned, her yellowing teeth showing, "You couldn't handle me boy."
Chuckling loudly, Negan decided he liked the old broad despite her repulsiveness. She was a straight shooter and full of shit, if only he were a hundred years older.
"Have you seen a fat tabby around, my neighbor's missing one." She asked, pulling a last drag before stomping out the butt onto the stained linoleum. Cocking his head to the side, Negan tried to remember the last time he saw the cat and flashed to the morning before. He'd seen it on the weirdo's patio, the cat using it as a toilet yet again but he didn't know if he wanted to get involved. Shrugging he replied, "saw it a couple days ago in the courtyard. Why?"
"The damn cow keeps coming over lookin' for it." She muttered, her voice hoarse as she stated her thoughts on the matter, "I told her, he probably just found himself some lady friend and to stop bothering me. He's probably out pumping out flea ridden little bastards all over the neighborhood."
Rolling his shoulder he muttered, "Sounds about right." Something nagged him about the news though and he couldn't help but feel suspicious of the already strange man in 1313.
The old woman snorted and pulled clothing out of the dryer, tossing the articles into a yellowed laundry basket. "Well if you see the damn thing, shove it in a sack and drop it on her doorstep. I'm tired of the oaf bangin' on my door."
Grunting in response, Negan dropped his gaze to the screen in his hands rather than look at her. With shuffling feet the gray haired woman left the laundry room, leaving him to his shitty novel.
There was a man standing in Kayla's living room when Negan returned from washing his clothing. The thick-necked man, had a strong jaw and boxer nose. He looked like the type of guy that had a huge ego and a little dick, in Negan's humble opinion.
The meathead stood with his arms crossed and a frown on his face, an expression of frustration aimed at the little brunette. Kayla was sitting on the couch looking bored as he spoke. Negan picked up the binoculars he recently purchased online, a poor life choice that he refused to contemplate fully, and tried to see the gist of the conversation. He could tell the man was upset with her, his brow furrowed and body tense. It wasn't an aggressive stance but more an air of concern. Kayla looked as if she were blowing him off, her eyes rolling while avoiding his gaze.
Suddenly she stood up and yelled at him, pointing at the door. The dark haired man didn't leave though; he stepped forward and dipped his head to look fully into her eyes. He held her biceps while murmuring to her, Kayla nodding along.
Slowly, Negan watched Kayla's expression soften before she moved forward to embrace him. Watching from afar, he couldn't help but feel a ripple of jealousy shoot painfully through his chest. Negan wanted Kayla and he didn't want to share her. The sight of her wrapped up in someone else's arms had him irritated and unsettled. It was irrational; he knew it but couldn't stop himself from feeling it. Guilt plagued him, as did longing.
Eventually they left together, the pair coming back soon after with takeout. They settled onto her sofa, both lounging but surprisingly not close. Negan watched from behind the edge of the curtains in his bedroom, his dark eyes observing their interactions. He could tell they were not romantically interested in each other but he wasn't sure if there was a reason for it, or if they just hadn't gotten to that point yet.
Negan enjoyed watching them together, no matter how jealous he was because whoever the dark haired guy was, he made Kayla laugh. Having not seen her smiling and laughing with such gusto, Negan sat grinning as she glowed with amusement.
She was beautiful while sitting typing on her computer but when laughing, her eyes bright and lips curled, she was stunning. He wished he could hear and see it up close but knew even though she had seemed interested in spending time with him, he could never do it. Kayla wasn't just some girl he wanted to fuck, he knew more about her than he knew about Sherry and they'd known each other for years. Not that he wanted to fuck Sherry because 'Eww' but he knew things that friends knew.
Negan didn't think he would be able to spend time with Kayla without slipping up and there would be no way to recover from it. If Kayla knew he was watching her live her life through binoculars he purchased for the sole purpose of viewing her, she would not only call the cops but he was pretty sure she would carve out his eyeballs. Possible even take his gonads while she was at it. There would be no forgiving him of such an invasion. Watching from the shadows would be his only option.
Sherry showed up unannounced one afternoon while Negan sat watching his neighbors. Her daughter Madeline was in tow, the girl pulled from school for a dental appointment. Rolling himself back into the living room he muttered, "Help yourself to drinks or whatever."
"Nice to see you too Negan." Sherry snarked, pulling open the fridge before huffing. "All you have is beer or water."
"Yeah, you're in fucking luck then." He quipped before smiling at Madeline. "How's it goin' shortstack?"
The girl giggled, her curly brown hair bouncing as she jumped onto the sofa. "Goooooood. I didn't have one cavity!"
"Good girl." He replied, tipping his chin up he asked, "Lemme see those chompers?"
Madeline leaned forward and smiled wide before laughing as Negan barred his own, snapping them playfully at her nose.
"They look good dollface." He drawled, ruffling her hair before glancing at Sherry who was watching them with a smirk. Ignoring the look on her doting face, Negan straightened up in the chair.
"So what've you been up too? How was the doctor the other day?" She asked, sitting down on the recliner.
"Nothing and shitty. I need this fucking thing for another two weeks." Negan bitched while watching Madeline thumb through his bookcase, the little girl pulling out books before frowning. "Uncle Negan none of these have pictures."
"Well I have some magazines with pictures but I don't think you're mother would approve." He rasped with a slow grin and twinkling eyes. Sherry glared at him, crossing her arms. "Shut up Negan."
"Whatever." He grunted, irritated she wasn't amused with his hilarious joke.
"What're these Uncle Negan?" Madeline asked, holding up the binoculars he had the misfortune of leaving out. Feeling his neck heat at the sight, his eyes slid to Sherry's, who slowly grinned. "Yeah Uncle Negan, what are those?"
Narrowing his eyes he lied easily but far from convincingly, "I took up bird watching."
"Oh reeeeeeally." She quipped, taking them from Madeline to look out the window.
"Hey!" Negan snapped, reaching for her arm trying to keep her from looking out the window at Kayla. He knew she was currently doing yoga, it was near noon which had become her daily routine. Seeing Sherry discover his embarrassing secret was almost worse than Lucille finding out about his indiscretions with the school nurse. It was like watching a train wreck, Sherry's eyes slowly returned to him as her mouth parted in surprise. "Well, that is certainly a pretty bird." She murmured quietly, her eyes far too calculating.
"Let me see!" Madeline begged, hopping up and down in hopes to reach the binoculars.
"It's not like that." Negan growled, his hand out for the scopes while ignoring the girl's whines about them not being fair.
"Well what's it like." Sherry asked, handing them over while sitting down. "Because it seems kinda like you are uh… peeping."
"Shut up." He grumbled, shoving the binoculars in between the couch cushions as he tried to regain some kind of control of his body. He felt flushed and sweaty, a strange sense of shame filling his chest cavity like cement. Finding his natural ability to shuffle the truth around and excuse behavior he rationalized, "It's boring as fuck here. I don't just watch her, I'm not some pervert…. I uh… I watch everybody… equally."
Sherry's frown told Negan just how unconvinced she was that his intentions were innocent. The wrinkles between her eyebrows spoke volumes. "Negan that doesn't really sound much better."
Rolling his eyes, he crossed his arms defensively and tried to excuse his behavior despite knowing she was spot on. Nothing about it was good or ethical.
"I'm not doing it to be creepy. I have some weird fucking neighbors. They're… interesting to watch. Like an ant farm."
Sherry cocked an eyebrow and tried to catch him in a lie, a tactic she must have learned from Lucille or maybe the other way around. "Alright, if you don't just watch the hottie in yoga pants, tell me who else lives here?"
Steering his chair to the window he motioned to the other apartments. "That one is an old couple, think All in the Family. Except the old bitch is the judgmental racist."
"Language." Sherry muttered offhandedly, the woman never giving up on correcting Negan's foul mouth even though it never worked for longer than a minute.
"She's a big meany head, better?" He teased, making Madeline giggle while climbing onto Negan's lap. Holding her on his knee, Negan pointed out the cat lady's apartment. "That lady has like five cats and she makes a tons of baked goods every week. It smells damn good all the time."
"Ooooh. Can we have some?" The girl asked with wide eyes, "please mom. Can we?"
"No Maddy but we'll making cookies when we get home."
"Fiiiiine." She huffed, crossing her arms in frustration. Negan snorted at her attitude and continued, "That one is a young couple with a kid and the one with the cactus plant is a black chick that boxes and plays with a sword."
Sherry's eyes widened as he continued with the break down of everyone's lives and their weird habits. When he got to the man living below the old couple he commented, "I think he took the fat lady's cat."
"Why?"
"The little shit uses his plants like a toilet and now it's missing." Negan drawled, leaning back into his chair as Madeline climbed down to jump onto his sofa again. "The old lady told me it was missing."
"You talk to them all too?"
"Nah, just ran into her in the laundry room."
"Oh… well I think you should stop doing this." She muttered, crossing her arms as she watched him move back to the living room. "It's not healthy. You need to leave this apartment and meet real people. This is just…. Weird."
"Whatever. I don't need to meet real people. People are assholes." He replied, sipping the beer on the coffee table, don't judge it was almost 5 o'clock somewhere. "I prefer the distance."
Chewing her lip, Sherry looked out the window for a moment before she finally broke down and blurted out what she was trying to contain. "You need to see someone Negan."
"See someone?" He repeated, his tone far from friendly. Shifting under his glare, Sherry expanded, "Yes. This isn't healthy. What you've been through, what you lost-"
"Don't." He snapped, pointing at her. "Don't continue this in front of your kid, Sherry. You'll regret it."
"I'm just saying, anyone who went through what you did could use help. I'm worried you're falling apart. Spying on your neighbors isn't normal Negan."
Growling deeply, Negan tried to reign in his anger so as to not scare the little girl, who was now watching them like a tennis spectator.
"Stop speaking."
"No. I'm tired of you shutting me down. You and I both know what happened wasn't an accident. It was a cry for help." She insisted, her eyes watery. "I don't want you to keep spiraling Negan. Lucille wouldn't-."
"Shut up." Negan roared, his temper finally snapping as he practically lurched out of his chair on one leg. "Shut your fucking mouth Sherry."
"Lang-."
"I fucking warned you." He hissed, his eyes flicking to Madeline's. "I'm sorry Maddy. I don't mean to yell."
Turning towards Sherry he growled deeply, "You should go. Now."
"Ne-."
"Go. Now." He snapped, pointing at the front door while sitting back down. "Call next time you decide to come over and judge me, I'll save you the time and tell you to fuck the fuck off."
Sherry gathered their coats and bags slowly, pausing at the door she turned back to face him. "I'm not giving up Negan. It's the least I can do for her."
It rained all weekend long, heavy sheets of rain that flooded the parking lots and rushed down the swelling roads. Negan sat in flannel pants and an old college baseball t-shirt that had seen better days, while watching the cat lady trudge through the courtyard hollering for her cat. Chewing on a piece of day old pizza crust, Negan contemplated informing the woman of her suspicious neighbor. He didn't know for a fact that the weirdo in apartment 1313 was responsible for its disappearance but it did seem too… coincidental.
"Mr. Darcy!" Another shout travelled up and into his apartment, making him shift uncomfortably.
"Goddamn it." He grumbled before rolling himself into the kitchen. Grabbing a pad of paper, Negan scribbled 'ask 1313'. Folding it in half, Negan grabbed his hoodie and rolled himself out of his apartment. He headed towards the other side of the complex with the goal of slipping the paper under the cat lady's door without being caught.
Negan didn't want to be involved but couldn't watch the woman search for the damn cat while in a hurricane. It was annoying to see and hear, it was disrupting Negan's peace and quiet as well as getting attention from Kayla. If she kept looking out her window at the woman she would notice he was looking out his window at her. Getting locked up for being a sexual deviant would definitely affect his five-year plan of not being arrested again, so Kayla could not find out.
Finding the appropriate door, exactly four units down from Kaya, Negan slipped the little piece of yellow paper under the door before rolling himself away as quickly as possible. He did not want to be caught by the chubby lady, nor did he want to run into his obsession. Once was enough, anymore and he might slip up and tell her that he loved when she wore her hair up to show off her pale neck and beautiful jaw line.
Once back in his place he witnessed the cat lady return to her apartment to find the little paper. She was in her living room reading it over, her hands flipping it open before she exited her apartment again.
Peering through his binoculars he looked at the weirdo's place to see what unfolded now that he intervened. It was the weekend, which usually meant the guy would sit in his living room watching dust collect on his black television screen. Negan could see his head turn to his door signaling the woman's knock. The man didn't seem to move for a solid minute until he gave up on the visitor leaving.
The balding man opened his door and Negan could make out the shadow of the woman and after a few moments, the door was slammed shut. Negan kept his eyes trained on the guy as he went into his bedroom, eventually cutting off Negan's view. Returning his gaze to the cat lady's place, Negan watched as she stormed in and paced while carrying one of her other cats.
It was obvious that she was upset, her mouth moving as she spoke to her other animals. Eventually she settled into her kitchen, mixing up batters and dough for more baked goods. Rolling his eyes at her obvious emotional crutch, Negan glanced at the man's apartment to see it dark and empty. Cocking an eyebrow at the change in routine, Negan scanned the parking lot for his car, finding it still in its spot. Wherever the man went, he hadn't left the complex.
Frowning, Negan decided to move on too something more entertaining and found himself watching Kayla work at her desk. She was typing away with headphones on, her fingers moving quickly as she worked. Negan still wasn't sure what she did for a living but she seemed to put a lot of effort into whatever it was. Sometimes he contemplated what it could be; a writer, some kind of graphic designer or possibly even a tech support person. Whatever it was, it seemed to be a perfect fit for her reclusive lifestyle. No commute, dress code or uncomfortable office chair. No awkward cubicle birthday celebrations for people you couldn't stand if not paid too. Negan was insanely jealous, if only he could coach baseball from his couch.
The sight of a policeman in the cat lady's apartment had Negan feeling… unsettled. It was obvious that she had contacted them because of her cat but he wasn't sure if it was because of the note she received or what she found out by confronting her neighbor. Rubbing his eyes roughly, he tried to remember if anyone saw him. The last thing he needed were the cops knocking on his door wondering how and why he knew to suggest the odd guy for the lost kitty.
When they left a few minutes later, Negan relaxed and decided to take a trip to the mailbox. He hadn't picked his mail up in a week and knew eventually the mailman would start returning it to the post office for lack of space. He put on his leather jacket knowing the temperatures had dropped overnight after the storm, the first signs of fall showing with dying leaves and overcast skies.
Pushing himself down the hallway and unto the elevator, Negan pushed the button for the ground floor. A hand reached into the door just as it was about to close, the old lady from the laundry room stepped in. Struggling with a basket of dirty clothing as well as a large blanket, she complained, "damn laundry is never done. I told 'im to stop eatin' that damn chink food, it stains like nothing else on this god forsaken planet."
Negan cocked an eyebrow as she ranted about her husband's addiction to sweet and sour chicken from the Chinese place around the corner. Without commenting, Negan found himself watching her drag the blanket as she tried to grip the basket with one hand. Sighing he offered, "give me the basket."
Scoffing in disgust, Doris spoke with her nose turned up, "I'm not letting you near my under wear boy."
"Believe me I don't want anything to do with your grannies panties lady." He drawled, taking the basket despite her arguments. "I'll help you to the laundry room and they're all yours from there."
Propping the basket on his lap, they headed down the corridor to the dim laundry room.
"Did you hear about the cow and her cat?" She rasped, her smoker's voice sounding worse than before. "She called the cops. Started hootin' and hollerin' that some guy took it. She was practically carrying a pitchfork off to the castle."
Snorting, Negan sat the basket on the washer and asked, "They uh… find anything?"
"Nope. Lady has lost her marbles is what I say. I told her it's just a damn cat. Hell she could probably go over to that damn chink restaurant Dale loves so damn much and get a couple free ones. God knows that their chicken ain't really chicken."
Wrinkling his nose he watched Doris pull out a load of wet towels and throw a new load into the washer before opening the dryer. As soon as it opened the scent of burnt hair escaped causing them both to gag. The white door slowly opened unveiling a gruesome scene out of a horror movie, the drum inside coated in charred crimson blood.
"Well we found the damn cat I guess." The old lady croaked before pulling out a crumpled pack and lighting up a smoke. Breathing out a slow drag she bitched, "Of course its on laundry day, how the hell am I drying all my shit when the best dryer is covered in cat guts."
Negan hadn't spoken a word. The sight was burning into his underside of his eyelids and turning his stomach. He wasn't someone affected by blood and guts, horror movies never bothered him, however the sight before Negan had him shuddering. The worst part of finding the dead feline was the fact he felt somehow responsible for its gruesome death. Maybe if he had spoken up sooner or not at all, the cat wouldn't have ended up on the fluff cycle.
After informing the property manager, who contacted the police, Negan returned home. He watched as a pair of officers headed into the doorway leading to the laundry room. They were soon followed by an animal control woman, who eventually left with a plastic sack. Scowling at the sight, he watched as the cat lady came running out, her red face covered in tears. There was a brief struggle while she fought over the animal's remains, the police having to intervene. Eventually the animal control officer left with the bag and the crying woman was ushered to her place.
He watched as they all sat in her living room, being the proper hostess to police officers, she served coffee and homemade donuts.
Negan noticed they spoke for close to an hour before they exited the apartment. Instead of them leaving however, he noticed with great apprehension that they were interviewing every tenant.
"Fuck." He grumbled, scrubbing his jaw as he saw them appear in Kayla's doorway. She barely opened the door but he glimpsed the blue and black uniform. They spoke for only a few minutes before she closed the door and returned to her work.
Slumping in his chair, he tried to decide what the best course of action was. Negan could tell them his suspicions of the mustachioed man and confess to leaving the note but how would he explain those suspicions.
'Yeah officer I noticed the guy hated the fucker because he shit in his tomato plants everyday. How do I know it happened so often? Oh well you know.. I like to watch my fuckhot neighbor bounce around her apartment wearing teeny fucking tiny shorts while jacking my trouser snake like a lecherous deviant with one hour to live.'
Huffing out a breath, he headed into his kitchen to grab a mug of coffee and wait for the knock. As he poured it and added some sugar, Negan looked over and saw the notepad sitting on the counter top.
"Shit." He cursed spilling hot coffee all over his lap when the loud knock rattled his door. Plopping the mug down he grabbed the notepad and shoved it into nearest hiding spot, which ended up being the dishwasher. Just what he needed was evidence of his involvement sitting out in plain sight. 'Dumbass.' He muttered inwardly.
Rolling to the door, Negan pulled it open awkwardly with his injured leg outstretched.
"Afternoon sir." One officer greeted, the short and stocky man was standing next to his female partner. She was tall and thin, her blonde hair tucked into a bun. They both seemed bored with their job at the moment, the pair obviously not thrilled to be investigating a cat's death.
"Hey." He grumbled, opening the door but not enough to allow them inside. Negan wasn't going to tell them shit, one look at them told him it wouldn't matter if he did. It would only bring attention and questions he didn't want to answer.
"I'm officer Martinez and this is officer Kline. We're here investigating the incident in the laundry room. We were informed that you were the one who found the uh… remains in the dryer."
Nodding he rasped, "Yeah. I was helping a neighbor with her laundry and when she opened it… well you saw it. I uh called the property manager about it."
"Did you recognize the cat?" The female officer asked, her hand poised over a small black notebook.
"Yeah, I mean there's an orange one that runs around here. I figured it was the same one." He offered, sounding bored and uninterested. Negan figured they seemed unconcerned and were going through the motions, why elaborate more than necessary.
"Yes. Ms. Olivia Wilson reported it was stolen earlier today." The male officer informed, his eyes flicking down to his own note pad. "Had you see it in the last few days?"
"I don't think so." Negan replied, shrugging his shoulder, "I wasn't really looking for it."
"Do you know a Mr. Simon Garret?" Officer Kline asked, her fine eyebrow rising while biting her lip a little too coyly. Any other day, Negan would've been all over her tight body in her strict uniform. It was definitely a turn on to see an attractive woman in power but since the accident, the only woman to float his tugboat was Kayla.
"He lives across the complex." the male officer added when he only stared back at them.
"No." Negan replied figuring it wasn't exactly a lie, he hadn't known Mr 1313's name nor did he really know him.
"Do you know anything about a note left under Ms. Wilson's door?"
"No." Negan lied easily, his face showing nothing but indifference.
Both officer's nodded, thanking him for his cooperation and said their goodbyes. Before leaving they handed him a card in case he thought of anything or saw something of use regarding the cat and it's killer.
After shutting his door, Negan slumped in his chair and rubbed his face. Getting involved had been a huge mistake and he wouldn't be making it again. Staying on the outside of the little ant farm he was watching was the best course of action. He would just watch from now on, not intervene in situations that did not involve him.
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