The girl huffed and pulled up the blankets. After scooting over into Negan's arms, Sadie had lost all of her feelings towards Frollo.
Negan lightly smiled and kissed her right cheek. Sadie sighed, thinking of what to do about the encounter last night with her now proclaimed enemies.
"Good morning sweetheart." He breathed. "Hi." She whispered and rolled onto her back. "Your bed is so comfortable." He fixed the blankets to fully cover her and shut his eyes again.
"You know, I recall that you never told me how old you really are." Negan took her left hand in his. "Am I allowed to not answer that question?" He grinned. "Do you really want to press chances asking that?"
Sadie blinked. "No." "Then answer the f*ckin' question..baby." She let out a gasp as his right hand rested between her legs.
"Would you like me to guess?" Sadie sharply inhaled as he rotated his thumb in a circle. "I'm..twenty two. Will be twenty three in a couple of months."
Negan took back his hand, blown away. "Are you pulling my leg? You look like you're sixteen or something." "Nope. I'm dead serious. Honesty after all is the best policy." She sat up and hovered over him.
"Am I right? Or am I right?" "I'll only say yes because I can't resist you." He rested her head on his chest. "Growin' up without me darlin'."
Sadie smiled and closed her eyes. "Well. I'll be damn sure to mark my calendar for that date. Are you getting hungry?" "Not really." Sadie placed her right fist on his chest.
"You planning on staying there all day?" He rubbed the back of her head. "Nope." She stood up and stretched. "I'll be right back."
Negan huffed and sat up with a hand covering his mouth. "Damn. What would I do without her?"
Sadie came back after using the bathroom and showering. She stood at the foot of the bed. "So..How old are you?" She fixed her top.
"How old do you think?" He grinned. "I don't know. Forty?" She shrugged. "I don't care anyway." "Add another eleven to that. Will be older next year." He stood up and put on his shirt.
"Huh. Then remind me to add that." She walked over to him. Negan picked her up and held her with one arm. Sadie giggled and kissed him on lips.
"Alright you. Let's fill that belly of yours." Sadie rested her head on his shoulder as he carried her to the kitchen. "You're strong." She hummed. He sat her in a kitchen chair.
"Gimmie one sec.." He took a box from the cupboard and set it on the counter.
Sadie opened the fridge and took out four eggs, as well as a pitcher of apple juice.
Negan sighed as she placed a pan on the burner next to his and added butter to it. "I used to cook eggs for my dad all the time." She cracked each one into it and grabbed a spatula.
"Plan on putting some clothes on anytime today?" He poured the pancake batter onto his pan. "They don't call them under clothes for nothing. At some point I will though."
"Whichever you prefer is fine by me darlin'." Negan set the first two finished pancakes on a plate.
Sadie multitasked between setting the table while the eggs finished cooking. She gave a simple nod and placed them on another plate. "Need help?" "Nope." He turned off both burners and placed the last three on the plate.
Sadie carried both plates of food to the table and left the room to put her clothes on. "Should be decent one way or another." She came back in her shorts and hoodie.
"Chilly?" He picked up his coffee mug. "Little bit." She sat across from him and started her plate with two pancakes. "It's probably just me though."
He brushed off the subject and began to eat. "Ah you're fine." She shrugged and started eating as well.
Negan looked at her with a smile. She slowly rose her head and placed half of the eggs on the side. "What?" He shook his head. "Nothin'. Just like watching you." She rolled her eyes with a smirk.
"You said that you cooked for your dad?" "Yeah. I did. Mostly because he was too lazy to." Sadie hummed. "Huh. Were you guys close?" Sadie shut her eyes, remembering what he looked like.
"I'm sorry." Her eyes fluttered open. "No it's fine. I wouldn't say that we were super close. It was just..intense. Two completely different worlds." Negan wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Sounded rough."
Sadie nodded and finished the rest of her plate. "He was overly affectionate as well. I just don't like to bring it up." She picked up the empty plates and set them in the sink.
"Huh." He stood up, holding his coffee. Sadie poured a glass of juice. "How overly are we talking?" Sadie sighed, watching the liquid sit still.
"He would just.." She shivered. "..stare at me for a few minutes with a smile from time to time. I mean I was cool with any guy doing that and I would be fine. But not him." She put the pitcher back in the fridge.
"Pretty damn creepy if you ask me." He sipped his coffee. "No matter what I was wearing, I still felt vulnerable." She sipped her drink. "Hey. Clothing doesn't freakin' matter!" He placed a hand on her shoulder.
Sadie pressed her lips. "Flashbacks are making me nauseous. Can we please not talk about it anymore?" "Yes." He led her to his bedroom. "I'm..going to shower."
He tilted his head. "You just did that not even twenty minutes ago." "Yeah.." She left the room. "Uh uh. Hold your horses darlin'." He chased after her.
"Huh?" "Let's not have that ruin our day." He kissed her forehead and brought her back to the bed. She quickly found her way under the covers and next to him. "Woah. Rabbit's eager to burrow." He groaned and lay on his back.
"Love you." "Love you too darlin'." Negan closed his eyes. "You can turn on the tv. I don't mind a bit."y
Sadie picked up the clicker then put it down. 'Nah.' She lay on her back and quickly shut her eyes. Negan lifted her shirt and placed a hand on her stomach. "Hmm?" "Nothin' darlin'." He shook his head.
The walki talki on his dresser began to static. "F*ckin' hell." Negan groaned and picked it up. "What's up?" Sadie sat up. "Shh.." His hand had not moved.
"What?" *"Is Sadie with you sir?"* Infuriated, he forget where his hand was and dug his finger nails into her skin. Sadie slowly panted. 'It doesn't hurt. Just took me by surprise.'
"Why the f*ck does that matter?" *"There's more supplies and some were hidden in small places that none of us can reach."* Simon rolled his eyes. Negan looked over to her, suddenly taking his tryhand back. "Bullshit. She'll be right down."
The talki was disconnected. "I've never heard such shit in my life!" Sadie stood up and put on her sneakers. "Right? Hell. I'll be back." She drawled and dragged herself out of the room. "Don't be long!" He called.
Sadie wiped her eyes and headed down the railing to the back of the warehouse where Simon and two other Saviors were waiting.
"Good morning." He said blandly. She grinned, baring her teeth. "Are you screwing with me?" Her hands were placed in her pockets. "If I wanted to screw you, you'd be dead." He smiled. Sadie gulped then shook her head.
"What did you call me here for?" "Can you see if all those bottom bulbs glow on this light? I totally would but..you know." Sadie blinked and lay on her stomach to examine. "Well the view certainly isn't up to me."
She sighed and quietly counted each one that was lit. "..two..three..four.." "Eighteen..forty-seven..ninety-eight.." Simon talked over her. "Shut up!" "Big words for a little mouth."
Sadie casually scooted down to show a better view of her butt. "Problem solved." She finished mentally counting. Simon rolled his eyes and nodded as she stood up. "What a rip. Five are out." "Yes. Anyway, that was it." She gave him a simple nod. "K."
She sighed and walked into the kitchen. Sadie rested her head on the table and used her arms as a pillow.
Negan rose his head as the door nearly slammed shut and walked out of the bedroom. He frowned and sat in the chair across from her. "What's going on babe?" He felt her forehead.
"I don't know. Just thinking about life back home." "Was it rough? More rough?"
"Yeah. My mom. She cared about me. Bought me everything my heart desired. But then didn't. She listened to me but not all the time. I tried having honest conversations with her, but she claimed sixty percent of the time that I was overreacting. I wasn't though. It was as if she just saw me as a miserable kid."
A single tear left her right eye. "That's why I'm so loud and obnoxious all the time. In an attempt to be heard and taken seriously."
"Damn." He sighed. "That's some deep shit darlin'." She closed her eyes. "Do you have a wall I can punch? I certainly respect you enough to not hurt you."
Negan brought her to an empty room with tan walls. "Don't hurt yourself Sadie." He blinked and watched her through a crack in the door.
Sadie sighed and roughly punched the wall. 'You never loved me!' She punched the wall again, but with her left fist. 'I'm glad I left. Finding someone who freakin' listens to me and accepts me for who I am!'
She groaned and punched the wall so hard that the strength caused her to lose her balance. She fell onto her back then looked at the ceiling.
Negan turned away and left to get a can of beer. "Ah man." He huffed.
Sadie sat up and crossed her legs. She took her iPod out of her pocket and played her metal music on nearly full blast with her earbuds in. Sadie slowly breathed in and out, trying to calm down.
Frollo mindlessly wandered the halls and came across her open door. He quietly stepped inside and slowly approached her.
Sadie sighed, shedding tears from the painful memories that occurred.
Claude set a gentle hand on her left shoulder but instantly regretted it. Sadie pressed the pause button and slowly stood up with a scowl, facing him.
"How dare you trespass in my domain!" "S..Sadie? Are you alright?" Frollo backed up. "Get out."
He gulped. 'What happened to her?'
"I said get out you worthless old man!"
He blushed and carefully held her shoulders. "Sadie! Control yourself dear."
"Get your hands off of me while you still have them!"
He hesitantly did so and held out a single hand instead.
"I'm not stupid. Your hand is a torch that I refuse to be threatened with for the fourth time."
He slowly tilted his head. "Leave." She blinked. "Sadie." "What? The hell do you want?" "I want you to relax. Why are you so upset?" "Why would you care? You'll light a f*ckin' match if I give you the wrong answer!"
Frollo covered his mouth in horror at the explicit language that left her tongue. She heavily panted, continuing to glare at him. "Sandra. Take a deep breath."
"No. I want you to leave. Right now. And don't ever talk to me, look at me, or even think about me again!"
He gazed at her in remorse. 'Such hate! Why have I taught her such a damaging concept?' Frollo cleared his throat and left the room, fully shutting the door.
Sadie calmly relaxed and sat back down on the ground to resume her music. "That felt so good."
Once the last songs came to an end, She smiled and left back to Negan's room. He was nowhere in sight. "Huh. One less soul to care for." She turned on the television to a marathon of game shows and huddled under the blankets.
"The moon!" She called out as an answer. "Man you people are dumb! I would have won that twenty thousand dollars easily! Not like it would matter in times like this sadly." She shut her eyes.
Frollo paced around his room in a circle, trying to ponder the cause for emotional outburst. "Speak nothing of it."
He sat on the ground, resisting to lay eyes on the fireplace. "No. No!" He sighed and left his room.
"Ah." Negan frowned and turned the corner. "You look like shit." He fixed his white shirt with Lucille in his left hand. "It was unwise of myself to start a fire in the fireplace." He sighed.
Negan rolled his eyes. "Do me a favor and pay my little princess a visit. I worry about her being alone." Claude scratched his head. "I knew that my instincts weren't lying to me. Davey wasn't the brightest guy." Claude nodded and quietly walked up the stairs.
"F*ck no he wasn't." Negan said out loud and continued roaming the halls.
Sadie had undressed to her underclothes and was peacefully sleeping on her side.
Frollo gulped. Her clear pale skin. Her thin, brown, shoulder length hair. Every soft moan that left her light pink lips. He tightened his eyes. 'Resist!' His teeth clenched.
'I..am righteous and sinless. The heathen will meet her e...' Claude shook his head and approached her, then sat beside her. 'You are forgiven. Yet you are not.'
Sadie shifted her body as he stroked her hair. 'Stay still.' Her eyes fluttered open and she covered her mouth with the sheets. "Don't be afraid."
She couldn't look away from the flames that crackled in the fireplace. Her skin turned bitterly cold and she couldn't stop shaking. "Sadie." He blinked.
'Choose me..or the fire.' Her eyes focused on each spark as they left up the chimney, imagining a wooden pyre with her name chiseled onto it.
"Sadie? Can you hear me dear?" Frollo held her right hand. Sadie's vision was overtaken by the sight of the fire.
"Sandra."
Her eyes shut as the temperature of her body turned mildly hot. "Answer me." The girl's head collapsed back onto the pillow. Claude rushed to the kitchen and wet a cold cloth.
"I'm..not afraid..to die." She panted as the cloth was set on her forehead. "Don't say such a thing." He whispered and held her left hand.
"I want to." Her eyes opened. "There's no reason for me to live anymore."
"Of course there is!" "Please Claude. Send me back to where I came from." "No! Enough talking like this!" He cleared his eyes. "Why are you now objecting? Isn't that what you wanted from day one?"
He tightened his eyes. "No. It is not. It never was. I threatened you because I was and am still scared. Tormented by the principles that my father had taught me."
Her chest tightened. "I'm sorry I yelled at you." Her eyes shut. "No no no." Frollo hushed and fully covered her with the blankets. "Forget that even happened Sandra."
"I don't feel well." She hiccuped. "Shh..You are okay. Just breathe." "And inhale the toxic flames that you suffocate me with."
Frollo felt as if a knife had stabbed him in the chest. His mouth dropped.
"What's the point of even trying anymore? Face it Claude, We despise each other." Sadie smiled as she heard his footsteps exit the room. "Show no mercy." She hummed and grabbed the cloth.
"Stupid little prick." She lay it on the faucet to dry. "Negan should be back soon." Her eyes closed once she reached the bedroom and pulled up the blankets.
Frollo sat on the floor of his place, completely torn apart. "I can never forgive myself. She could be dying. Physically and mentally." He silently wept into a dish towel. "Change. For her. Give her the love and affection my father failed to show me."
He sighed and stood up. "I can not live without her. Think of her as the spouse that you never had. Real men do not hurt the ones that they care about."
Frollo left outside the Sanctuary in an effort to pick some fresh flowers. "I do realize that she's incredibly independent but it's worth a try." He left outside the gate, grabbing a spear in case of an emergency.