Chapter 3

That night after i finished showering, i got out and noticed Negan had left a large shirt of his on the counter near the sink, i picked it up and could smell him on the shirt. it was very distinct...it was good. he had taken my shirt, jeans, bra and panties to be washed so i literally only had a shirt. i started to become angry thinking that he didnt give me any pants until i looked around and saw a pair of plaid boxers, which were also his. i had to roll them up a ton because other wise they would fall clean off of me.

I walked back into the bedroom and sat on the bed, my hair was still dripping as i stood up and walked to the door, i realized quickly he had locked the door from the outside when i tried to turn the door knob.

I let out a long sigh as i turned around to look around the room...i couldnt stop comparing everything to Merle.

The room was clean, Merles wouldnt have been.

Merles room would have had needles and cigarette butts everywhere...not Negan.

...Merle loved me...Negan didnt.

Merle was caring and gentle with me...he knew me and was always by me side no matter what... even when i tried to not have our child, he was there... he wanted Tess but he gave me the option, even after lying to him about it.

my heart ached as i thought of her, not being able to be with my family killed me...and i wasnt going to dare tell Negan about her... not if i wanted to keep her safe.

I fell asleep alone in Negans bed that smelled just like him...and i dreamed of going home to Merle and Tess...and everyone else.

I was startled awake by Negan stumbling in the room, talking to himself. He flipped on the light switch blinding my eyes as i sat up and looked at him. He turned to look at me and grinned "well dont you just look comfy!" he said with a slur stepping closer to me. thats when i noticed the hickey on his neck and i felt my stomach flip...i wasn't jealous it just hurt...it always has been that way for me.

"whats that?...on your neck?" i asked looking at him.

Negan huffed and cocked his head "ya wanna know what this is princess?... none of your god damn business!" he shouted sternly causing me to flinch. i could smell the alcohol on his breath and it struck a bad nerve in me...ive been sober since Tess was born and i refused to be around that kind of stuff...after everyone at safezone figured out i had a problem they tried to kick me out and Merle wasnt having that so he made me stop.

my stomach was in knots as i looked up at him, holding a bottle of whiskey.

"you shouldnt be doing that..." i mumbled looking at the ground.

thats when i knew i should have just kept my mouth shut because rage took over him as he walked toward me getting in my face, i could feel his hot breath on my cheeks. "since when has it been okay for you to tell me what to do!" he yelled glaring at me. "stand the fuck up!" he yelled grabbing my arm jerking me off the bed, to the floor.

"now!" he screamed as i stood up, angry... i wasn't upset.

"and since when has it ever been okay for you to practically make me your fucking slave?!" i yelled back.

thats when he reared back and slapped me across the face with the back of his hand, not hard enough to hurt bad but hard enough to scare me. "Are you giving me a fucking attitude?!" he yelled at me making me jump...and i had to admit i was scared now.

He stared me down for what seems like forever, and then the unthinkable happened.

"get in here! now!" he screamed grabbing my arm and jerking me into the bathroom, shoving me to the floor.

He held out the nearly full bottle of whiskey to me and smirked "drink it!" he demanded.

At first i was confused as to why he would make me do this...id drank plenty in my life time and this wouldn't be a punishment...and if i had to do it to get out of getting killed i would.

"all of it!" he said with a little laugh, thats when my stomach came to my throat... i haven't drank in three years not a drop and thats what scared me... i knew i couldnt drink a whole bottle of whiskey by my self.

He put the bottle in my hand "better think next time you wanna tell me what i need to do!" he said as i brought the bottle to my lips.

It was a little after 3:00 am and i was over half way done with the bottle... i couldnt see straight and i felt like i was gonna puke. "Negan...i-im" my words were slurring bad, my crying not helping.

I got up and ran to the bathroom, retching into the toilet.

"aww! can princess not handle her alcohol?" Negan said standing in the door way. "i cant drink no more! please dont make me i cant!" i said crying and leaning back over to barf again.

"what was that darlin? i cant hear you!" he laughed. me not understanding that he was making fun of me said "p-please dont make me drink it all! im sorry Negan!" i sobbed.

he laughed again "one more time!" he said slapping his knee. "i-im sorry! please dont make me!" i said practically begging him. he stood there thinking for a minute "hmm... just a little bit more." he said with a laugh handing me the bottle. i let out a sob and took the last few swallows before puking again.

"there...now youre done...what do you have to say now?" he said kneeling down to look into my eyes as i pushed my heavy head away from the toilet. "im sorry.." i slurred. He smirked and picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder. he walked to the bed and layed me down "c-can i go to sleep?" i asked him trying to hold my head up...

"nope! first im gonna fuck your brain right out of that pretty little head of yours!" he said.

and as he said he did, and im not going to lie i enjoyed every minute of it.

After we were done he rolled over to look at me "do you understand now that you do not backtalk me?" i nodded trying to catch my breath. "well...im gonna make damn well sure you do." he said sitting up, i gave him a confused look. he just smiled, leaned over and began kissing and sucking on my neck. all the way from my jaw to my entrance, and i loved it... i dont know what he meant by making sure i understood.

he finally pulled away from me and looked at me in the eyes "n-no...please dont stop" i whispered. He bit the inside of my thigh and began to trail back up my body, leaving me breathless..

we finally fell asleep late that night, my eyes were glued to him with every move he made, he was marvelous...