"Well isn't this a cozy fucking place!" Negan exclaims as we enter the living room. His arm is still plastered onto my shoulder. Any attempt to shrug it off or slip away from him is met with a piercing glare and a tighter squeeze on my shoulder.

"Come sit next to me, doll. Hell, you can even sit on my lap if ya want."

Negan plops down on the sofa and brings me with him, his arm still strung around me. My cheeks instantly turn red in embarrassment at the thought of his proposition. I send a look towards my father, begging him to say something, anything to stop this. He continues to avoid eye contact with me. But I can tell that Negan's comments are taking a toll on him, each perverted jab towards me causes my father to fidget more in his seat. Negan is enjoying watching us all squirm.

The man who had accompanied Negan stands guard behind the couch where my father is seated. His arms are folded across his chest as he keeps a trained eye on my father for any sign of resistance.

Negan saw my discomfort of the man's intimidation aimed at my father.

"Shit... I almost fucking forgot!" he exclaimed. "That's Dwight, one of my main lieutenants."

The man didn't acknowledge that he had being introduced.

"Enough small talk; let's get down to business," Negan said drawing our attention. "So, tell me Pete, how's life been treating you the past? What's it been? Fucking twenty-five odd years since we last crossed paths?"

"We-we've been fine…. Making ends meet…I work as a mechanic…. But we're fine," my father shakily answers. His voice never rising above a whisper.

"Yeah, you appear to be doing fucking hunky dory here in the countryside. You're living the life! A fucking house, hot ass daughter, job, and money. Yeah… fucking money." Negan's voice deepens in seriousness with the end of his statement. "Money is an interesting thing; it can bring you both joy and despair depending on which end of the deal that you're on. Hell, sometimes it can bring both."

Although I don't have the slightest idea what direction Negan is heading with these statements, my father knows exactly what he is hinting at. Each word from Negan's lips pertaining to 'money' brings my father more and more visible distress. Soon, he begins sweating and hyperventilating.

"Money is –"

"Quit beating around the bush. What are you trying to say? Why the hell are you here?" I interrupt and give Negan a look of annoyance.

The wolfish grin that was previously on Negan's face is now replaced with a stone-cold stare that shakes me to the core. What was I thinking? Negan obviously means business and I just made the mistake of crossing him.

"Didn't your father teach you that it's fucking rude to interrupt someone when they are talking?" He scolds in a low, menacing tone. His fingernails painfully dig into my shoulder, further showing his disapproval of my outburst. "You seem to not realize the reason behind this whole shit show. I'm guessing your daddy hasn't revealed to you his past, because he hasn't always been Mr. Cookie Cutter Dad of the Year."

I attempt to turn away from his verbal thrashing. Negan only grabs my chin and forces me to face him. "Well listen up princess, because it's fucking story time."

"A long, long time before you came around, your ol' papa was a serious druggie. He used to only snort that country bumpkin shit that y'all have around here. He would get fucking high as a kite on that trash!"

This is not a surprise to me. My father had shared with me years ago about his struggle with drug addiction. He admitted his mistakes and showed me that he was a changed man.

"But after a while, that half-rate shit wasn't doing it anymore for your pops. He needed the good stuff, the fucking stuff that would knock you on your ass and have you seeing fucking unicorns and rainbows. Well, guess who supplied the best unicorn shit on this side of the US? Yours truly," Negan states in an arrogant tone, pointing towards himself.

"Oh, girl, your daddy was one of my best customers back in the day. He would meet with me every fucking week to get his fix. Ain't that right, Pete?" He scoffs towards my father.

My father hesitates to answer, causing Dwight to roughly shove him in his back. "Answer the damn question," he snarls.

"….yeah, you're right" he finally admits.

"But after a few months, ol' daddy was having trouble paying his weekly bill. He kept showing up and wanting more and more of my finest shit when he hadn't even paid for the last shitload of snuff. Me, being the kind-hearted man that I am," he says in a gentle tone," I cut your daddy some slack. It was tough times, shit happens. I get it. But… a man can only be but so patient. I warned your daddy the consequences of not paying his bill."

Negan releases his arm from around my shoulder and stands up. Slowly stalking towards my father until he is standing mere inches from my father's head hung in shame.

"When I went to collect what was owed to me," Negan begins. "I find out that this motherfucker had skipped town under my watch." He jabbed my father in the chest as he speaks every syllable. "I gotta admit, that took balls. But where are those balls now, hm? I searched high and low for years for this fucking piece of shit. No one, I mean no one steals from me!" He booms into my father's face.

My father appears as if he would crawl into a ball and disappear if he could. But there is no getting away from Negan.

"It was as if he had fallen off the face of the fucking Earth. That was until a few months ago. You see, one of my many foot soldiers ran into some car trouble. Low and behold, who came to his fucking rescue and fixed his wheels? Ol' ghost boy himself!

'You see, you obviously didn't recognize my man, but my man sure as hell recognized you! I couldn't fucking believe it when he came back and told me that Petey was still alive and kicking." Negan joyfully exclaims. "It wasn't hard to find you once we knew where to look.'

'So, here we are twenty-five years later. A lot has changed, but one thing for sure hasn't; you, my friend, still owe me a shit ton of money. And I expect you to pay back every…. single… penny. You're not getting away this time you little fucker."

Negan grabs my father by the collar and hauls him to his feet. I want so bad to intervene, but I know there is nothing that I can do to diffuse the situation.

"And just so you know that I'm fucking serious – ," Negan utters as he proceeds to knee my father in the stomach. My father hits his knees in agony. He has no time to recover as Negan rains down kick after kick onto his ribs. He is doing all that he can do curl into a ball in order to reduce the impacts.

I gave a shocked cry, lunging off the sofa towards Negan, but his man intercepts me before I can intervene. Dwight grabs my arms and twists them behind my back, holding me in place. I try my best to struggle out of the grip but his hold on me is too tight.

The brutal assault continues as Negan alternates from rib crunching kicks to humiliating slaps on my father. Blood began to pool on the floor from where Negan misplaces a few kicks and 'accidentally' strikes him in the face.

"Stop! Please, stop!" I scream in horror as Negan viciously continues his attack.

"Shut the fuck up. Don't you dare try anything stupid," Dwight threatens. He painfully bends my arms even further behind my back.

Negan surprisingly ceases the assault upon hearing my pleas and cries.

"Shit, I got so overcome with rage about the stunt your idiotic dad pulled that I almost forgot about you," he says as he redirects his attention to me. "Since you remembered your fucking manners and said 'please,' I'll stop."

"Dwight," he motions toward his man, "lighten up a little." He instantly lessens the hold on my arms, but still not fully releasing me.

My father lays on the ground coughing up blood, wincing with every breath he takes.

"So…. This is how it's going to go down," Negan begins as he kneels next to my father's broken body, "You are going to make regular payments to me until your debt is paid in fucking full. I don't care if it takes you another twenty-five fucking years. I'm getting my money.'

'And just to make sure you don't pull another god dammed stunt like last time, I'm going to take a little insurance policy," he says as he glances in my direction (. A) sadistic grin forming on his face.

My blood runs cold as the meaning behind his words sink in.

"Y-you can't do that," I stutter, "You can't take me; I won't let you!" I nearly scream. Dwight painfully squeezes my wrists, implying that my little outburst was not appreciated.

"Honey, do you really think that you're in a position to tell me no?" he raises an eyebrow at me. "You see, how else am I supposed to trust that your dad won't run off again in an attempt to avoid paying up? I need a little reassurance. And it works for him too. I take you, and I'm reassured that your dad will pay up to ensure your safety. Your dad pays up and he's reassured that his little girl will come back in one piece, more or less." Negan smirks.

"Please…. Do-don't d-do this," my father wheezes.

"You really didn't think that you would get through this without being punished now did you?" Negan chuckles. "You stole my money, a whole damn lot of it. Far more than I'm fucking comfortable with and for that, you're going to pay. So now, I'm going to take your precious little angel with me. But don't you worry, I'll bring her back once you make your first payment. Only after that will we arrange a schedule of when her fine ass gets to have a little playdate with me." Negan says as he playfully smacks my father's cheek.

Negan rises to his feet as he makes his way towards me.

The devilish grin returns as he once again eases my chin to meet his piercing stare. "Pack a bag, sweetheart. You're going on a road trip."

Edited by Spitfire47