I saw him following me, and I fought my hardest to escape. Was not so easy when he had a truck, and I was on feet.
What was he trying to do anyways? Rick knew that the Governor would be starting war after what Michonne did to him and Penny…. So what difference did it make if I went back to the prison?
Would make no difference to a rational person, but rational the Governor was not. The death of his zombie daughter Penny took the last of his sanity.
"Andrea, come back with me. Come back to Woodbury. We need you. That's your home now. Your people. Your town. You can't just leave them all behind. Please Andrea come home. Suit yourself," He said almost in a whisper breaking the glass window behind me.
I tried to get away, but he followed me.
Then he pushed me on the ground, and I was tired of fighting.
Just plain exhausted. What was there left to live for anymore? My angel sister was gone, and Shane was dead. My whole family gone. I really wanted this nightmare to be over with.
I honestly did not want to survive no matter what happened anymore. I wanted to be with my sister, my family, and Shane. Just far away from him.
I had fought so hard, for what? To try to save my friends. Rick, Daryl, Carl, Maggie, and so many others. I did not want anyone to die. There had been enough death already. Especially not Michonne or Milton. But poor Milton was probably already gone. Tears came to my face, thinking about how much I actually loved my sweet friend Milton. He didn't deserve this. None of us did.
"Andrea…be quiet," Philip hissed.
"Just kill me. I am not going to beg, and I don't have time for your games. I know you want to torture me first. But if you ever cared for me at all, then just end this. My baby would be better off not in this world, anyways," I whispered into his ear.
"Baby? Mine? You never mentioned a baby," he said his voice softening, but still forcing me into the truck. He handcuffed my hands behind my back, and took away my gun. He threw me in the vehicle like a rag doll, and I could feel her body tense up.
"Well, I didn't exactly have a chance to tell you. I was not even allowed to be alone with you. And it's not like I was trying for this to happen. I took the birth control pills Dr. Stevens gave me, but when we stopped being together I quit….and then last month we had that night together…the night I came back from the prison," I said knowing that telling him was probably not the best choice.
"And there was no one else? Not Milton? This baby is mine," he asked coldly.
"There was no one else. But it doesn't matter now. You are going to kill me and the baby too," she said with no hope.
"If you are really pregnant this changes everything. I want you to have the baby. You'll be safe, I promise," he said moving closer to me than I liked.
"You're being ridiculous. After everything you've done…you think I'll just have this baby for you. Knowing how fucked up you are. I would rather die," I shouted as he drove as back to Woodbury.
"Take it easy. Think about it for awhile, and in nine months if you still feel the same…well, I am sure it can be arranged. But for now…I need to get you to Dr. Stevens…make sure you are actually telling the truth," he said his hand touching my stomach.
The rest of the day is a blur. I remember peeing on the pregnancy test waiting for the Governor to see the results. Once the test shows positive, his hand goes back on my stomach.
"Daddy loves you. He still loves YOU," he whispers to the baby growing inside me.