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*3 days later, February 2014*
Amelie lied on her bed, examining her father's bracelet now at her own wrist and the scarf clutched in her other hand. Since they had come back from that place, she had remained at the warehouse, thinking.
She had barely gotten out or done anything… The young woman thought she had turned the page over her family, but finding these things and killing that man had rekindled painful memories. With a deep sigh, she rolled on her side; her father would be so ashamed of her right now…To see how low she had fallen. However, she comforted herself; she knew in her heart that her mother would have offered her kind words. Her mom had been the lucky one among her family…she fell sick at the very beginning and the fever quickly finished her. It had been sad, but Amelie was relieved in a way: her mother had not been cut out for this new world…She had been a kind, gentle woman who liked the nature and all that lived. Her mom would not have lived a long time in the new era of undead. Her little sister had been just like her and had survived all the time she did because of her and their father.
Amelie could easily pictured Patrick, her dad, giving her that harsh stare of his. The same hard, grey eyes as hers would look down on her form under thick, frowning eyebrows.
'' Qu'est-ce que tu fais?'' He would say on a rough tone.
The girl closed her eyes tightly; indeed…what was she doing? Her place wasn't here…she had killed 5 people since she was with Negan…she had watched…cruel actions and done nothing.
'' Je ne t'ai pas élevée comme ça. On fait ce qui est juste. ''
She was practically whoring herself for a man she despised…
'' On se plie devant personne.''
Amelie tightened her grip on the scarf and gritted her teeth. She needed to get away from here…she needed a plan to get out of the Sanctuary: the young woman couldn't go on like this. She was slowly dying inside.
'' The fuck are you doing? You've been hiding here for three fucking days!? Your kiddo was eating alone in the cafeteria, by his goddamn self! '' Negan deep voice pulled her out of her thinking.
She hated when he invited himself in her home…And the fact that she had not heard him. The girl did not turn to him: '' I'm resting.''
'' You mean that you're fucking wallowing in a pile of shitty thoughts like a pathetic mess?'' He taunted walking to the bed.
'' I don't desire company, right now. Go away.'' She said flatly.
'' No.''
Sighing, Amelie turned on her belly and buried her face in her pillow. Maybe if she acted like he wasn't there, he would eventually leave. All of sudden, the girl yipped: her body was rapidly raised in the air and deposed on a large shoulder.
She propped herself with her hands: '' What are you doing!? Let me go!''
Negan just tightened his arm over her thighs.
She hit his back with her fists and tried to wriggle free as he got downstairs.
'' You fucking stop that immediately.'' He ordered.
This, was so embarrassing…Saviors were looking at them with curious eyes as they crossed the Sanctuary. The tall man was heading to his house; the guard standing there gave them a confused look and opened the door for the pair.
The Leader walked in his living room and dropped her unceremoniously on the couch before pointing at her: '' You stay there.''
She scowled at him, but obeyed him nonetheless. Negan prepared two drinks and flopped on the sofa besides her: '' Take it and I don't want to fucking hear that it's not good for your fucking liver!''
Amelie sighed and took the offered glass, peering inside it: '' What is it?''
''Whiskey. Now,'' He put his legs in her laps and placed his head on the couch armrest. ''… You will tell me what got you so… morose.''
She smelled the content of her drink and wrinkled her nose: '' S'nothing…'' She grumbled.
The girl was still smelling the glass full of alcohol when he pushed the glass higher, making her take an involuntary gulp. She coughed a bit: '' That's awful.''
The man laughed: '' You're fucking lucky to drink whiskey, in these times… Answer my question and finish your drink.''
She slowly sipped the strong liquid: '' I don't want to talk about it, okay? It's personal.''
He pushed the side of his leg in her stomach: '' Hey, I'm your fucking husband; we're supposed to share everything, no?''
Amelie gave him a flat, non-impressed look. The man emptied half of his glass in one shot: '' I'm trying to build something between us there; don't make it fucking harder.'' He growled.
She wanted nothing to be built between the two of them; she wanted absolutely nothing.
Negan was staring at her and she knew he would only push harder for answers, so she confessed on a soft tone: '' The red scarf…and the bracelet…they belonged to my father. Finding his things on this man…it just…I don't know, reminded me stuff, I guess.''
This, perked his interest: '' You never told me what happened to you…you told no-fucking-one.''
Following his example, she took a large gulp: '' Nah… It's my business. ''
''Tell me. Please.'' He demanded softly.
She glanced at him; she didn't remember hearing him say 'please'.
'' It was just dad, my little sister and I. It was simple. We traveled two times a year to come south and go north. Only the three of us; it didn't draw attention and we hunted or went in the small towns for food… My father was an intelligent man; he kept us alive and safe for a long time… but one day, shit happened and now I'm alone. The end.'' She mumbled.
The Savior was looking at her with a strange air: '' You're not alone… How was he like your Da?''
Amelie drank some more: '' He was the best… He was a big, strong man; he often exploded biters' heads with only his fists! Papa was honest and fair; he never killed people uselessly…only to protect us. He was strict and harsh at times, but he was only thinking of our safety. I know that, now. ''
'' 'could explain why you're such a righteous, little, fucking hero…'' he muttered.
The girl pinched his leg, making him yelp: '' yes; he raised me well…And now I'm-he…he would not be proud of me…'' She said, murmuring the last part.
The woman quickly finished her drink and stared at the empty glass in her hands.
Sitting straight, the leader watched her intensely: '' Why the fuck he wouldn't? You're still alive. You're brave. You're so fucking smart. So fucking virtuous and shit like that.''
She snorted and tried to rise; her head felt lighter and she stumbled back into the couch. The Savior laughed loudly: '' That's the fucking alcohol! Someone's drunk! ''
''I'm fine…my body just feels weird…'' She mumbled.
The man patted her knee and rose without difficulty; he stood in front of her and grabbed her nape to join their foreheads: '' Stop troubling yourself with shit and stuff from the past. You've got a new family, you're safe, you're fed and you're fucking important here. Now, go find your damn kiddo.''
Xxxxxx
*Mid-March 2014*
Amelie sat on the window's edge with her arms around knees, pouting. Four days…FOUR STUPID DAYS of this and she was going mad since the second one!
The girl had been confined to the Wives' quarters in the factory, weaponless and angry. Two guards were stationed at the door with the clear order to not let her go anywhere and to use force if necessary.
Mad ,mad, mad …she as going mad! How could the women here stand it!? Sure they were not caged here, but they still spent most of the day in the luxurious suite. They read, chatted, played games…Amelie bumped her head on the window with a whimper.
'' Aren't you being a bit over dramatic?'' Amber sighed, from where she was reading on a sofa.
'' I will die.''
Her friend rolled her eyes: '' What's so terrible about it? You get to spend time with me, your friend, you can relax instead of risking your life out there…''
'' Theo…'' She mumbled.
'' I understand, Amelie…but I told you: I'm seeing him every day and he's eating like he should.''
The Canadian turned to her, a deep frown on her face: '' A kid shouldn't be alone like this during four freaking days! He never sleeps alone! ''
Her beautiful friend sighed again: '' Besides that… what is so awful here? Because I spend most of my days up here and now I feel like I'm missing something.'' Amber pouted.
Amelie pushed her nose against the window: '' I like being outside. My place is not here; it drives me crazy! I need to move!'' She whined.
The older woman turned a page of her book: ''What happened exactly again?''
The girl touched her split brow, thinking: '' I attacked Connor… ''
'' Negan wouldn't really care about that…'' Amber slowly said on a suspicious tone.
'' Okay…I fought with more than just Connor…in front of another community. '' She confessed sheepishly.
Amber smacked her forehead: ''Amelie…''
Spreading her arms wide open, the Canadian exclaimed: '' Connor was mistreating a woman…''
Her friend frowned: '' …And how could it end with you fighting with more than just him?''
'' Well…'' She began, rubbing the back of her neck.
The other girl abruptly closed her book: '' You know what Amelie? This isn't you. You've changed in the last months. It's not the first time you find yourself in a fight lately and now this? I saw you the other day…you came back covered in blood…and I know it wasn't from a walker. You snap at people, you're more aggressive and protective of what's yours …I saw you making men stand down with that hard stare you've got.''
Amelie looked away.
''… You have this…I don't know; this aura of cold anger around you…like you're dangerous; like we shouldn't approach you… ''
The young woman glanced back at her friend with sad eyes: '' I know Amber…believe me, I know…'' She whispered.
The girl was perfectly aware she had changed and was actually changing; this is why she needed out of the Sanctuary and fast before she becomes something that wasn't her. As a matter of fact, she had been thrilled when the fight had broken out…she had grinned when more people had joined in.
Unbeknownst to them, Negan was silently listening on the other side of the suite door.
Xxxxxx
'' Aren't you fucking glad I ended your punishment?'' He simpered in a velvety voice against her ear.
The man was massaging her shoulders and neck, nuzzling in her hair every once in a while. Amelie let out a displeased groan in response to that comment and bent her head to the side to give him a better access.
''Oh…don't act like you fucking didn't deserve it; you've been naughty as fuck, lately.''
Snorting, she took a long gulp from her whiskey glass. They were currently in his living room; she was slouching between his legs on the couch as they relaxed.
After being freed from the Wives' quarters, she had immediately gone to Theo, who was quite happy to see her…the poor little boy had been distress in her absence and had cried at the sight of her, complaining about her lack of presence. Apparently, Negan had actually told him what was going on; he had explained to the kid that she had been punished, just like him when he was sent in time-out to their bedroom.
The leader's hand slid around her throat and he caressed it: '' I know you're pissed, but say something, darling.'' He ordered.
'' Mmh.'' She hummed, feeling drowsy from the alcohol and the massage.
Negan chuckled: '' Real words.''
'' What do you want me to say? We had agreed that you would not trap me up there… I thought you were a man of his word.'' She taunted.
He bent down a bit to nip at her ear: '' You fucking disobeyed me… You broke one of the rules by fighting with a comrade and the rules are what keep us alive. I needed to punish you; would you have preferred that I'd fucking do something in front of everyone, hum?''
'' No.'' She reluctantly confirmed.
The hand at her throat descended to her waist grabbing her there and pulling her more tightly against him; she felt his arousal in her back.
'' That's what I fucking thought; see how I know you so goddamn well…'' the man rumbled behind her head.
Xxxxxx
*First week of April 2014*
For a reason or another, Negan had told her she wasn't obligated to be present on the collecting anymore. Amelie didn't know why he suddenly agreed to this… She had voiced her displeasure many times before and the man had said he didn't care.
What had changed?
The girl had no idea, but she knew he was expecting her gratefulness in return or at least a change in her behavior. The young woman decided to play his game; she needed him on her good side or at least fooled by her attitude.
It was the 6th or April…Her plan was into motion: she would leave the Sanctuary soon.
So, on her previous run, she had found a sport store and brought back grip tape for Lucille; the bat's original one was quite used… Earlier this day, to her delight, they had passed in front of a field …fenced with barbwire. There were probably cows there before. She had gotten down from the car and walked to the fence; it was in good condition and she was pleasantly surprised to see that the spikes on the barbwire were longer than the ones currently on Lucille.
God would not forgive for this; but oh…Negan would be pleased.
The men had looked at her strangely, but had not questioned her; they knew better by now.
That evening, after the supper, Dwight had come to the warehouse, flatly telling her that their leader wanted to see her. She had nodded and put the barbwire and the grip tape in a bag before going to meet the man. The guard at the door demanded her to show what was in her bag and she did with a wink. The man posted there had rolled his eyes and let her pass. Amelie entered the house and went to the living room, waiting. Negan appeared a short while later, casually dress in only a pair of pants and a white shirt.
'' My Canadian…I'm so fucking glad to see you.'' The man greeted her, coming in the room. His eyes landed on the bag at her feet.'' What the fuck is that?'' He asked, curious.
She rose and grabbed the bag before handing it to him: '' A gift for you.''
His brows shot up: '' A gift…for me? You, of all people, are giving a fucking gift, to me?'' the tall man drawled incredulously.
'' I believe that's what I just said, do you want it or not?'' She grumbled.
Negan hurried to grab the thing from her hand and looked into it: '' No fucking way…Fuck me sideway…''
The man picked up the tape and carefully seized the barbwire, inspecting it. The Savior wasn't speaking so she explained: '' Lucille's grip tape is getting old and the barbwire you're holding now, its spikes are longer than the one you currently have.''
He stared at her with large eyes: ''I can't fucking believe you… ''
The girl smirked pleased with herself; Negan narrowed his eyes at her, suspicious: '' I fucking love it, but…why?''
'' To thank you.''
'' The fuck for?''
Amelie looked at him in the eyes: '' You knew I didn't like the go in the other communities to collect and you don't force me to go anymore. I appreciate it. That's how I work; you do things that please me, I will do things that please you…You give and I give in return. Now, I'm grateful.''
The leader put the things back in the bag and walked closer: '' This is the best fucking thing I've ever received in my entire fucking life.''
On this, he grabbed the back of her head and kissed her deeply. Surprised, she didn't do anything for the first seconds, then she gently pushed him away: '' No need for that.'' The girl mumbled, blushing.
They were having sex together, but they had never kissed each other. The young woman hadn't wanted to and he probably wasn't that kind of man anyway. The Savior released her mouth, but not her nape; he pressed their forehead together: '' You never cease to surprise me.''
Oh…you have no idea. She thought.
Translation:
Qu'est-ce que tu fais? = What are you doing?
Je ne t'ai pas élevée comme ça. On fait ce qui est juste = I didn't raise you like this. We do what is fair.
On se plie devant personne. = we bow before no one.