WARNING: This chapter contains implications of rape (blackmail). If this makes you uncomfortable or upset do not read this!

Jane walks into the employee's only bathroom nervously. Checking the stalls for any signs of her co-workers, she sighs in relief when she finds them all empty. Her shift was done for the day, thank God, but she couldn't leave yet. She still had to go to the back room with Troy and 'help' him with some 'boxes.' The young woman leaned over one of the sinks and examined herself in the tiny mirror. She tucked some of her bangs behind her ear. Before, her hair was long enough to reach her lower back, but that was back when she was the family darling. Her parents always raved about her hair and it got downright annoying when they constantly styled it. Her parents raved about a lot of her qualities, though. No achievement could go unnoticed because their 'baby girl was a star.' That's what they would always say to the extended family. Once, a long, long time ago, Jane had been in the Honor's Society and the president of her eight grade. She also had been voted most likely to succeed in the yearbook ironically enough. The constant pressure of keeping her family proud, looking pretty, and maintaining her work ethic made her snap during junior year. Shaving her hair off was one of many rebellious acts she committed during her teenaged years to get 'back at the man,' so to speak. Jane still laughed sometimes at the sheer look of horror her mother had when she saw her ungodly short pixie cut for the first time. It made Jane feel powerful knowing that she could push their buttons. She was burned out and for once wanted to raise hell! And for a couple years, it was awesome! She got new friends, partied all week long, and may have committed some crimes.

Then, Jaime grew up and became the perfect child. Jane's shocking acts were brushed aside as simply who she was and her parents considered her a lost cause. Why worry about their disappointment when they had a child who probably wasn't going to get pregnant at seventeen and be in jail before twenty? It was funny how she thought she was the shit back then- drinking underaged, smoking, and hanging out with the wrong crowd- when in reality, all her actions were coming back to bite her in the ass. If she hadn't of stopped giving a fuck about her grades, she probably would have been in an Ivy League school and not working in a hellhole like Howes. Once the realities of adult life hit her, her rebellion stopped being fun, but it was too late. She would forever be branded as a troublemaker and there was nothing she could do to change it; especially after that incident with the sugar crystals, which seemed to forever strain her and her father's relationship.

But, Jane tried. She began to grow her hair out again, now preferring her messy ponytail style, and even was going back to college. Her folks were skeptical about her desire to study law, but at least congratulated her in the effort. She'd prove them wrong, though. When Jane had her mind on something, she wouldn't stop until she got what she wanted. It was probably her best trait and worst.

She takes off her apron and folds it up. She'd have to wash it when she got home- it was covered in soil, grime, and other gross shit. If she had known Troy was going to move her outside she would have never agreed to… Jane glanced at the door for a moment before beginning to slowly pull down the collar of her t-shirt. Biting her lip the entire time, her fingers trace the purple-red bruises on her lower neck. Thank God her parents stopped questioning her because their reactions wouldn't have been pretty if they found out who they were from. She had done her best to hide them, though. Somedays, when it was cool enough, she'd put coverup over every single one. Who knew how her co-workers would react if they found she was sleeping around with-

The bathroom door opens and before she can turn around and cover herself up, strong, large hands wrap themselves around her waist. Jane stiffens, her breath hitching as coarse stubble brushed against her still sensitive skin. Jane snaps back into reality when one hand travels to her breast and is ready to give a squeeze. She throws them off and backs up against the sink, her eyes narrowing. "You're in the woman's bathroom, jackass," she hissed.

"I was getting impatient," Troy said and stepped forward. He cupped her chin with a smirk. "Besides, no one's going to know."

Jane gritted her teeth and pushed his hand away. "Fuck you, Troy."

"Hey, that's your job," he replied with that smarmy grin of his that made her want to punch him. Jane's glare intensified when he pinned her in between the sink and wall. He took her ponytail out and began to run his fingers through her hair. "You look better like this. You look like a real woman now. Before? Before, you were reminding me of a butch," he said softly, leaning over to nip at her neck. "Can't wait to grab it and give ya' a good yank when you're being a naughty girl…"

She swallows and tries to maintain eye contact. If he sees any signs of weakness it's all over. He'll have her right where he wants her to be because displaying dominance was Troy's specialty. Their whole relationship was built around a constant cat and mouse chase- a chess game, so to speak- in which the two were constantly fighting for control. A way to break the other. But, their venture was only supposed to be a one-time thing and nothing more. Not over a year of this nearly every single goddamn day. The Jane before all of this would have put her foot down and said enough was enough. She would have punched him in the balls, threw her uniform at him, and never returned.

But, she needed the money for school and Troy's offer of a promotion was too good to turn down, damn it. For once, she couldn't swallow her pride and ask her parents for help (as if they would anyway), so she accepted. If only she knew that was supposed to be one night would last for this long. "Fuck you." She repeats again, this time her voice cracks a bit and she internally curses at herself for sounding so weak. Troy notices.

The older man grabs a handful of her hair and pulls her forward at such a speed she gets whiplash. Their eyes meet and any confidence she has is gone as he scowls down at her. "I was given' you that first one to be nice, but you don't talk to a man like that. Especially after everything I've done for someone like you." She can feel her heart pulsing in her ears as his face darkens. "I'm the Assistant Manager here, you dumb bitch. You know what that fucking means? I'm second in command and I can do practically whatever the fuck I want!" Jane grimaces when his grip tightens. "You? You're a flunky working in the garden, a college dropout, and- oh, you have a criminal record! You walk away from this Jane and I tell everyone what happened, you all know who they're going to believe."

"F-Fuck you…"

"Yeah, fuck me while I'm riding high on my paychecks. Meanwhile, everyone's going to see you as a gold-digging, abusive whore who led me on for a promotion. But, yeah, fuck me. " Troy let her go, watching the now shaken up woman rub the back of her now tangled hair. "Damn, I'm going to have fun with you."

Jane said nothing and looked at the tile floor, desperately trying to fight back tears. There was the trump card that he used and he always reminded her of it when she at her breaking point. Any chance of gaining back her parent's and societies' respect would be ruined if Troy twisted this for his own gain. They would believe him over her with the reputation she had.

"I'm getting impatient," she hears Troy growl, "so hurry your ass out." He begins to leave before pausing and turning back to her. "Don't you cry on me. This is your fault."

And with that, the door slammed shut and Jane was alone once more. Her body shook with rage and she turned to one of the many stalls, beginning to kick it with a guttural howl. She imagined it was his face. It was the only way she could get through this without losing her goddamn mind and doing something rash. Fuck Howes. Fuck her manager. And especially fuck Troy. She fixed herself and made her way out. She couldn't keep him waiting. He was getting impatient.

What mess did she get herself into...

A/N: So, for everyone who said this story is extremely heartwarming and such... I am so sorry. Yes, this is a feel good story, but things weren't grand before the apocalypse either. A lot better, sure, but there was still a lot of shit going on. I hinted in the description that Clementine would have to face real, serious issues the adults were facing and here's one.

Every chapter Clementine meets someone from before, there's going to be an introduction on them to introduce their arc. I was thinking of having one with Ben and Kenny, but I decided it wasn't their time yet (though Kenny is in the next couple chapters). So, here's the introduction of Jane's arc! I didn't know whether to make her the same loner, trouble-maker she's always been, but seeing her flashbacks in S3 kind of changed my mind. It's obvious it's a front and that she's not as tough as she seems (she's still tough, don't get me wrong), but there's a lot going on.

So, Jane here is obviously going to be different. She hasn't lost Jaime or had to worry about the apocalypse. If she kept an attitude like the one she had in S2 she would never make it in today's world. Jane wants to do good and make a life for herself. She's done some not great things (like crime and flunking school to make a statement), so she's trying to get back on track. It's just a bad time in her life right now. She'll get a happy ending, though! Most of the characters here do!

Fuck Troy. That's all I'm going to say about him. He's an asshole and I hate writing him.

I never expected this story get as big as it has and I want to say thank you all! Your reviews, follows, and favorites have made me extremely happy over my holiday break and I hope all had a wonderful break as well! Midterms are starting, so I'm going to be busy, but I hope to update when I can! I want this to be the best it can be!