Author's Note: This next chapter is short and has a lot of violence. I promise to explain why this particular chapter is important to one of our main characters. Understand that I respect the characters that have been developed in The Walking Dead but this is not the same universe- like at all lol. Remember Richonne is definitely endgame. Just hold on!
Michonne wheezed as Mike landed another kick onto her side. She was sure her ribs were bruised and on the verge of breaking. She used what bit of energy she had to roll over and catch Mike's boot in her hand.
And he laughed.
He actually laughed. He kicked her hand away and kicked her back onto her stomach pressing his foot onto her upper back. She screamed at him to stop and he shifted more weight onto her back.
She felt herself blacking out but refused to give Mike the satisfaction.
"Mike." She mumbled into the carpet as breathing became a difficult task.
He stepped away and she scrambled away from him and propped herself up against the wall.
Mike looked down at her and felt some unexplainable rage by her mere presence.
Perfect fucking Michonne.
He snatched both her wrists and she whimpered as he pulled her up to his eyes. He breathed harshly through his nose as he glared at her.
"Do it Mike. Please just do it." She pleaded and hoped that if he knocked her out, at least when she woke up he'd be gone.
God this was a new low for them.
"Nope. Can't hurt that beautiful face." Mike said as he dropped her and she crumbled to the ground.
She didn't cry she just watched him as he snatched his keys and coat off the couch and stormed out of the house.
She jumped into action when he slammed the door by pulling herself off the ground and stumbling into Andre's room.
The only thing she felt grateful for that day was that Andre had somehow managed to sleep through it all.
"You don't deserve this." She whispered as she stroked his cheek and she let out a sob.
No he didn't deserve this.
She took a deep breath and bit her bottom lip harshly as she held back a scream.
After checking and making sure that Mike had left, she packed a small backpack of things for her and Andre. She zipped up her worn Emory University hoodie and pulled her hair into a ponytail.
She carefully scooped Andre into her arms and made a quick exit out of the apartment. She held Andre close to her as she rode down the elevator anxiously.
There had been many days like today but something broke inside her that made it impossible to go on.
Once Michonne had secured Andre and herself in her car she called the one person she could think of that could maybe help her.
"Mom?" She whispered into the phone as her bottom lip trembled.
There was a breath and then there was the sweetest voice on the other line.
"Come home baby."
As she drove further away from the apartment and closer to safety she finally let out a breath.
No Andre didn't deserve this.
And neither do you Michonne! Just as I know these things are hard to read they are just as hard to write. But again, I believe this is important to the character development in this story. Michonne does so much to help heal others but as we can see struggles to do the same for herself. Everyone is hurting by themselves but as the story progresses I hope to show that healing can happened when you accept help and love from others. Hang in there guys! Rick and Michonne next chapter.