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16. Bitches Be Crazy (part 4)
Mike Anthony was standing in my condo.
If that wasn't bad enough, he was standing in my condo with that infuriatingly smug expression on his face, directing it at Rick.
Rick was trying his hardest to charge at him but was being held back by Daryl.
Beth was hurling insults at him but was being held down on the floor by Gleggie.
And a woman who I didn't recognize was holding Nugget, but her arms were stretched out, keeping him as far away from her as possible.
I snatched Nugget from her and cradled his red, tear-streaked face against my chest. He pushed away from me to look at his dad and continued screaming at the top of his lungs.
Mike took a step toward me. "Michonne—"
"You don't talk to Michonne! You don't look at Michonne! You don't think about Michonne!" Rick shouted.
I held onto Nugget, too shocked by everything happening to formulate words.
"You should be thanking me," Mike said condescendingly to Rick. "I located your wife and facilitated her return. I did that for you."
"For me? You did that for me?" Rick shouted, turning an alarming shade of red. "You did that for you!"
"You're welcome, Rick." Mike was apparently feeling bold enough to be cocky because of how Daryl was holding Rick back.
But Rick looked like he was about to explode, and Daryl looked like he was about to lose his hold on him.
"He's not worth it," Daryl pleaded with Rick.
When Rick tried to push Daryl into the wall to free himself, Daryl swiftly maneuvered himself behind Rick and put him in a choke hold.
Rick slowly fell to his knees. "I'll break your jaw! Kick your teeth in!" he threatened Mike in a strained voice on his way down.
"DADU!" Nugget wailed as I shielded him from the sight of his daddy.
"Let… me… go…" Rick grunted out.
Mike turned to me. "Michonne, I-"
"Just leave, man," Glenn interrupted. He let go of Beth and stood up to face Mike.
Mike glared at Glenn, fuming. "I'm here to speak with Michonne. I will not be brushed aside because, once again, you people can't seem to control yourselves... Michonne, I don't understand why you continue to associate yourself with this caliber of people."
Rick grunted something out, but I couldn't understand what he was saying because of the chokehold.
"It's not going to end well for you if you stay," Glenn said calmly.
Mike looked Glenn up and down and then looked away dismissively.
I knew why he was disregarding Glenn's warning. There was a noticeable height difference between the two, with Glenn standing at about 5'9" and Mike standing four inches taller. But it was probably Glenn's very boyish face under his baseball cap that made him seem especially nonthreatening.
Mike glanced at Beth, who was being pinned down by Maggie with some type of wrestling move.
"Do you plan to sic her on me if I don't leave?" Mike asked Glenn.
"Go to hell, you little dick bastard!" Maggie shouted, not letting Beth go.
"You prick!" Beth shouted, unable to do anything else.
Mike didn't notice it—I wasn't even sure if Maggie had, but something changed in Glenn's face. His mouth tightened and his jaw clenched in the most subtle way.
And then, just as calm and as cool as can be, Glenn punched Mike square in the nose.
My jaw dropped.
What was happening?
"Glenn!" Maggie screamed, jumping up to hold Glenn back.
I was concerned that Beth was loose, but she only jumped up to join Maggie in holding Glenn back.
Mike moaned in pain, holding his bloody nose.
Glenn was glaring at Mike with a look that could kill.
Maggie and Beth were screaming at Glenn to calm down.
Rick was grunting out threats to Mike.
Daryl was screaming at Rick to calm down.
"This pendejo shows up and all hell breaks loose," the woman next to me grumbled, digging in her purse.
Nugget was still wailing, and his tears were now soaking my top. I hated to have to put him down, but I wouldn't be able to deal with this chaos if he was in my arms.
"I'll be right back," I murmured to the woman next to me, at last finding my voice. "I need to put him in his cri-"
"Found it!" The woman dropped her purse to the floor, stormed over to Mike and held something to his neck. "Callate la boca, pendejo!"
There was a very distinct crackling sound before Mike's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell face-first to the floor.
Everyone was deathly quiet, staring at Mike's unmoving body.
Beth was the first to speak. "Daryl… Did your girl just kill Mike?"
"R-Rosita?" Daryl sputtered.
"It's just a stun gun. He'll be out fifteen, twenty minutes tops," she said indifferently.
Everyone seemed to be at a loss for words until Nugget looked at me with his big, blue, teary eyes.
"It!" he shouted.
Gleggie and Beth were wrong. Rosita Espinosa wasn't scary. She was a fucking nightmare.
Because of her, I ended up doing something I hated with someone I hated: waiting in the ER with Mike.
Rosita claimed he would only be out for fifteen or twenty minutes, but I was in no way comfortable waiting that long for him to regain consciousness. After a minute of staring at his lifeless-looking body, I started panicking. Thankfully, Glenn was able to help me confirm that Mike still had a pulse and was still breathing.
For unknown reasons, Rosita had smelling salt in her purse, which she reluctantly allowed us to use on Mike. She took offense to us not waiting the twenty minutes like she said. I didn't care. I wasn't about to live with the memory of Mike's dead body on my floor just to appease her.
When I caught her glaring at me, I promptly instructed Daryl to escort her bad attitude-having, frowny-faced, eye-rolling ass out of my condo.
The smelling salt brought Mike back to consciousness, but his disorientation was so unsettling that I had no choice but to take him to the ER. Rick offered to come with me, but I didn't trust his temper to not flare up once Mike was completely coherent. And then there was Nugget. He didn't want to be separated from his daddy, and I was not about to expose him to who knows what in the ER.
Rick seemed uneasy about me leaving with Mike, but he agreed it wasn't a good idea for Nugget to go to the hospital.
I left with Mike alone.
Less than five minutes after he and I arrived at the ER, a man came rushing in, hollering about someone trying to bite his dick. I wasn't certain, but I think he was the same man who had a curling iron burn on his face the last time I was there.
I very much regretted telling Rick to stay home.
I really, really hated the ER.
I ended up waiting with Mike for almost two hours before he was seen. I waited another hour while he was examined. I waited close to an hour after that for his nose to be patched up. Other than the broken nose and the bruising on his neck from the stun gun, Mike suffered no other injuries. But as a precaution, he was admitted to the hospital for overnight observation.
I only spoke to him to ask him two questions before I left the hospital. Those questions were the only reasons I stayed at the hospital for so long.
The first question I asked was, "Are you pressing charges?"
Mike wasn't just someone who'd been assaulted and now had medical bills. He was an attorney who'd been assaulted and now had medical bills. I knew how messy things could get. I could live with it if he pressed charges against Rosita. I couldn't if he pressed charges against Glenn.
The second question I asked was, "Are you going to continue to be a problem for me?"
It was more of a warning than a question. A warning that if he continued to insert himself into my personal life in any way—whether it was calling me or showing up unexpectedly at my home or continuing whatever partnership he had with Lori, then things would absolutely end very, very badly for him. Not because of anything my friends could do, but because of what I would do.
He answered "no" to both questions.
Maybe he deduced that it was best to move on and cut his losses. Or maybe he was motivated to say no because of how tightly I squeezed the bridge of his broken nose while waiting for his answers.
It didn't matter to me. I left the hospital satisfied that I would no longer have a Panty Man problem.
It was a little after ten when I finally made it back to my condo. I was tired, cranky and hungry, but I had no one to commiserate with since everyone was gone, except for Rick and Nugget. Rick had turned on a nightlight for Nugget, so there was just enough light for me to make out Nugget's sleeping form in his crib and Rick's sleeping form in my bed.
Even when they were asleep, those two managed to make me feel infinitely better. I was glad they were here.
Since I was too tired to do anything about being hungry and cranky, I decided to call it a day and tiptoed through my room to get to my dresser. As I crept past Nugget, I was overcome with a gloomy feeling. I'd wanted to get in one last birthday cuddle with him, but that wasn't possible now that he was asleep.
"Happy Birthday, Nugget," I whispered, watching him sleep.
I fought the urge to run my finger down his perfect little cheek and forced myself to continue tiptoeing to the dresser. I carefully pulled open a drawer to take out the pajamas I'd worn earlier and started to undress, keeping my back to Rick and Nugget. I took off my sandals first, then my jeans, which was quite the struggle because of how tight they were, then my tank top and finally my bra.
Once my pajamas were on, I rubbed the bridge of my nose and shook my head.
What a day.
I was too exhausted to pick up my clothes, so I left them in a pile on the floor and trudged to my bed. When I noticed a pair of blue eyes staring at me, I grabbed my chest and jumped in surprise.
"Jesus, Rick! I thought you were sleeping," I whispered.
He cleared his throat. "I-I just woke up."
I shushed him and pointed at the crib.
"Sorry," he whispered, sitting up. "Is me bein' in here ok? I can go to the couch if you want."
"Stay. You just startled me," I said quietly.
I pulled back the bedcovers and got in bed, sitting with my back against the headboard next to Rick.
"I didn't see anything," he whispered. "Just now, I mean."
My cheeks instantly started burning.
One of Rick's tells when he was lying was that he didn't speak with his Georgian twang. His pronunciation of "anything" just gave away that he had in fact seen me strip down to my very unflattering cotton brief panties in very unflattering lighting.
Great.
I sighed, but if I was being honest, I was more relieved that he was awake than bothered by his peeping. Tired or not, I wanted to talk.
"So that was Daryl's girlfriend," I said, keeping my voice low and changing the subject.
"Yeah, that was her. She's-"
"She's not right for Daryl," I hissed. "I can't deal with any more crazy, Rick. You need to talk to him. She. Has. To. Go."
When he didn't immediately agree with me, I turned my head to glare at him.
"Was she really that bad?" he asked.
"Rick!" I whispered sharply. "I need you to look past her using a stun gun on Mike. I know that makes her your hero, but she is clearly unstable. You want someone like that around Nugget? Around Daryl? Around us? She's a fucking psycho!" I said, no longer whispering. "And I didn't care for the way she was holding Nugget," I said, getting louder. "She-"
"Shh!" He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and covered my mouth with his hand.
I narrowed my eyes at him but stopped talking.
"You gonna stay calm and quiet if I move my hand?"
"Yehh," is how my "yes" came out.
He removed his hand slowly.
"I don't like her," I complained after he pulled his arm from my shoulders. "She's unpleasant to be around… she has violent tendencies… there's no chemistry whatsoever between her and D. She's not the one for him."
"Michonne?" Rick asked in a gentle voice, carefully placing his hand on top of mine. "You sure this isn't about the chocolate bar?"
I rolled my eyes and snatched my hand from his.
"Of course it's also about the chocolate bar, Rick!" I whisper-shouted. "Who gave her permission to eat one? She knew Daryl bought those Big Kats for me. I only have six bars left."
"Six king-sized bars," he deadpanned.
"Not the point."
"And an unopened bag of minis," he pointed out.
"Still not the point, Rick."
It wasn't just that she'd eaten my chocolate bar like a greedy little pig, but she ate it after she stunned Mike. Who gets a chocolate craving after stunning someone?
There were too many red flags to ignore. She was not one of us. She never would be one of us.
Rick lightly bumped my shoulder with his. "For the record, Mich, I don't like her either. I'll talk to D."
"And let me know how that goes."
I didn't really think Rick talking to Daryl about Rosita was necessary. Daryl didn't like drama, and Rosita was clearly drama. I'd be surprised if he hadn't already ended things. Rick talking to Daryl was for my benefit only. I wanted to know where Daryl's head was before I ripped him to shreds for bringing that woman into my home.
"So… I take it Panty Man is still alive and kickin'?"
"He is," I said dryly. "But we won't have to worry about him anymore."
Even in bad lighting, I couldn't miss the look of relief on Rick's face. I wasn't sure if I should have been offended, confused or outraged by it.
"Did you think something was going to change between me and Panty Man at the hospital?" I asked, settling on being confused.
He looked down at his hands in his lap and shrugged. "I know it probably didn't mean anythang, but… I don't know, you just seemed pretty concerned about him. More than I thought you would be." He shrugged again.
I understood how it may have looked to Rick, but he was mistaken about why I was so concerned about Mike.
"You saw what he was like after he came to. He could barely say his name, Rick. He could barely walk. I was concerned, yes. But don't confuse my concern with me caring about him. I need Mike Anthony alive, able-bodied and with all of his mental faculties fully intact… For reasons of my own."
Rick's eyes widened. "Am I gonna have to bail you outta jail?" he asked without a trace of humor.
I scoffed. "As if I'd give up my freedom for him."
He stared at me with a worried expression on his face.
"Rick, I'm not going to do anything that will result in me being arrested."
"Good. Cuz I don't have that kind of money saved to bail you out, Michonne. You'd be takin' from Carl's college fund."
"Rick..."
"I'd probably have to sell my truck too," he said sadly. "And if I sell my truck, I won't be able to get Carl to and from school when he starts goin' to school. I guess I could always homeschool him. He's not goin' to college anymore anyways so it's not like I have to be good at teachin'."
"Rick, stop!" I said, laughing. "I'm not going to jail. You won't have to bail me out. You get to keep your truck. Carl will go to college."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
He smiled at me. "Ok."
We'd been sitting quietly for a minute when Rick's shoulders started shaking with silent laughter. "Can you believe Glenn threw that punch?" he asked, keeping his voice low.
I shook my head in disbelief. "When our moral compass starts throwing punches, you know shit has hit the fan… How's his hand?"
"It's fine. Maggie took care of it. How about your hand? How's it feelin'?"
I held it up and clenched and unclenched it. "It's fine. Back to full slapping strength," I joked. "How's your throat?"
He tilted his head and grunted. "It's fine. But Daryl knows chokeholds are illegal. Asshole."
"He had to do what he had to do, Rick. You were a little out of control. I'm pretty sure breaking jaws and kicking teeth in is also illegal, Deputy Grimes," I teased.
He rolled his eyes. "But what I'm hearin' is that it's a good thang Daryl was holdin' me back since I was outta control. Is that right?"
"That's right," I agreed.
"So I shouldn't make him brang me Big Kats and Dr Pepper as an apology?"
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, Rick."
Daryl was wrong for holding me back from Lori. I would've only punched her two, maybe three, no more than four times and then walked away. My rage was under control. Rick's rage wasn't. He looked like he was ready to bite Mike's throat out.
Daryl was lucky I didn't demand a box of Big Kats.
"I don't know what happened with Panty Man," Rick said with a sigh. "I tried to stay calm, I really did, but he had no business showin' up here! I told him to leave. Daryl told him. Maggie did... He wouldn't. And that asshole just wouldn't stop talkin'. I lost it, Michonne. I just lost it."
I wasn't mad at Rick for wanting to kick Mike's ass, I just didn't want either of us to be so blinded by rage that Nugget was affected by it.
"I didn't mean to scare him," Rick said softly, looking at Nugget's crib. "Or you, if I did. I'm sorry for that."
"I know you are." I rested my head on his shoulder. "And Nugget will be fine. We'll just be more mindful of him in the future if things get out of control again."
I lifted my head when Rick raised his arm to put it around my shoulders. Once his arm was resting comfortably, I laid my head back down.
"You hungry?" he asked after a while.
I nodded.
"Pizza and salad or burger and fries?"
I lifted my head and stared at him. "Was the Chinese food not delivered?"
"It was after you left, but Maggie ate it," he said, cringing. "There's still plenty of pizza left and burgers."
"I don't want pizza or a burger, Rick. I want Chinese food," I griped.
His eyes fell to my lips, and he grinned. "Have I told you how adorable you are when you pout?"
"You have. And I already told you that I don't pout," I said, continuing to pout.
"My mistake," he said, laughing. "How about this? I'll get you your spicy crispy beef tomorrow, and I'll make sure Maggie is nowhere in the vicinity."
"And an extra egg roll?"
"And an extra egg roll. In the meantime, what can I get you right now?"
My stomach had really been set on Chinese food. I wasn't in the mood for anything else, but I did need to eat something.
"Can you just bring me an apple?" I asked.
"I can." He got out of bed and returned a few minutes later. "One apple for the lady, cored and sliced," he said, presenting me with apple slices on a paper towel.
I gave him an appreciative smile and took the paper towel from him. "Thanks, Rick."
I ate a few slices and thought of something.
"I'm giving your foul mouth a pass tonight, but we need to start that swear jar tomorrow."
Rick tilted his head. "Don't you mean you're givin' our foul mouths a pass tonight? Did you not just say, and I quote, 'She's a fucking psycho'?"
"Swear jar. Effective tomorrow," I repeated, ignoring him.
Rick rolled his eyes and mumbled something about me being bossy under his breath. I finished the rest of my apple, and when Rick got back in bed after throwing away my paper towel, he was smiling.
"Remember when we got our first apartment, Mich? Right after high school?"
I laughed at the memory. "How could I forget? You, me, and D! I wanted to call it our CrazySexyCool pad, but you two wouldn't let me."
"That's because you claimed the sexy and left me and Daryl to argue over who was the crazy and who was the cool, Michonne."
I laughed because Rick and Daryl really did argue for days over who was the crazy one and who was the cool one.
"And remember how you made me and Daryl take you to the store to get those glow in the dark stars after we signed the lease?"
"I didn't make you," I deadpanned.
"You did. And you got at least five hundred stars."
I laughed and shifted on the bed to face him. "You know I started begging my parents for glow in the dark stars when we were in the sixth grade. And year after year, what did they say?"
"They said no," he mouthed as I said, "They said no."
"So maybe I went a little overboard when I bought all those stars, but they were always the first thing I planned on getting once I had my own place."
"A little overboard? You know what? Maybe you weren't really the sexy at all. Maybe you were the crazy."
"Ha ha," I deadpanned.
"It must've taken two hours to get those stars placed just right because of how particular you were," he said, pulling a face at the memory. "And then you made us wait in that apartment for it to get dark. No furniture. No tv. No radio. Just us and the carpet."
"I didn't make you do anything, and waiting in our apartment wasn't as bad as you're making it out to be."
"Daryl was so bored he escaped outta the bathroom window."
I covered my mouth with my hand and laughed. "He did, didn't he? But after all those years of waiting, I wanted to be there to witness the magic as it happened."
"And yet, you fell asleep," he deadpanned.
That was true, but it wasn't my fault. Conversation was the only entertainment we had, and Rick managed to bore me to sleep when he droned on about how upset Lori was to not have graduated with us. Throughout senior year, she focused more on learning cheerleading routines than actually learning. I was surprised she only failed History and Home Economics.
Lori's father put her under house arrest until she passed those classes and graduated, so instead of hanging out with her boyfriend in his new apartment, she spent her first summer as an adult attending summer school classes and performing chores.
It was a fantastic summer.
"I wasn't the only one who fell asleep," I reminded him.
"Because I didn't have anyone to talk to," he retorted.
I suspected his thoughts about Lori had bored him to sleep as well.
"But remember when we woke up?" I asked, trying to hold in my laughter.
"How could I forget? The apartment was completely dark except for that creepy neon green glow comin' from under your bedroom door."
"It was so much worse in the actual bedroom!" I grabbed one of my pillows to laugh into it. "It was so bright we needed shades!"
"And then you refused to sleep in there. Kicked me outta my room and made me sleep on the couch once we moved our stuff in," Rick grumbled. "And we lost our deposit because of you."
"We lost our deposit because of the missing window screen in the bathroom… and because of the cigarette burns Daryl put in the carpet… and because of that bullet in the wall from the time you were drunk and doing a Dirty Harry impersonation."
"And because of five hundred glow in the dark stars that wouldn't come off the walls or the ceilin'," he added.
"And because of that," I conceded with a laugh. "So what's your point, Grimes? Where's this story going?"
He shook his head. "Nowhere. No point. You've had a day. I just wanted to make you laugh."
I smiled at him, loving him for wanting to lift my spirits after having a day. But I didn't need the laugh. Being with him was enough.
"Come here," he said so faintly that I wasn't sure he'd even said anything.
We hugged somewhat awkwardly because of how we were sitting, but I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him as tight as I could.
"Everythang's gonna be ok, Michonne," he whispered in my ear.
I wasn't entirely sure that it would be, but I wanted to believe him.
"Rick, I don't want Carl to see her," I whispered. "Not until we know why she's here and what she wants."
He held me tighter. "She won't."
I sighed in relief and held him tighter.
"You know what you're going to say to her?" I asked.
He nodded without elaborating.
"Do you want me there with you when you say it?"
He hesitated before answering. "Of course I do, Michonne..."
"But?" I broke our hug but stayed close.
"But I just don't know if you should be," he said, letting me go.
"Meaning?"
"Meanin' you're gonna wanna break her jaw and kick her teeth in."
That wasn't a lie.
"She can still communicate if her jaw is broken and her teeth are kicked in," I argued. "She'll still have her hands. She'll be able to write. Maybe learn sign language?"
"Stop," he whispered, shaking his head and smiling. "When did you turn into a Maggie? You used to be such a Glenn. But I guess Glenn is more of a Maggie now too."
"You don't like the new me?" I asked, pretending to be offended.
He looked into my eyes and smiled. "I like you however you are, Michonne."
I wanted to make a joke about how he couldn't sweet talk his way off of my list, but I just stared at Rick with my heart pounding in my chest.
"It's late," he whispered. "We should probably get some sleep."
I slowly nodded. "Yeah," I said softly.
"Goodnight, Michonne." He leaned over and gave me a kiss on my cheek.
"Goodnight, Rick," I whispered.
I scooted over to what was my side of the bed but remained sitting up.
Rick got comfortable under the covers and said something about tomorrow, but it was hard to make out anything he was saying over what was now a loud, erratic pounding of my heart.
Shit.
For a split second, when he was leaning in to kiss me on my cheek, I thought he was going to kiss me on my lips.
And I was going to let him.
And I was going to kiss him back.
"I'm scared, Rick," I said.
"You don't have to be," he told me.
I looked up, and I didn't know if I was looking into his eyes or the sky.
He held out his hand.
"Trust me. Trust in me, Michonne."
Our fingers interlocked. I felt both grounded and electrified by our connection.
"On three," he said. "One… two… three!"
We ran hand in hand to the edge of a cliff and jumped.
I turned my head to look at Rick as we fell feet-first.
"I believe in Rick Grimes!" I shouted before we hit the water.
I sank down and then shot up to the surface. A waterfall paradise surrounded me, but a panic set in when I didn't see Rick. I looked for him, treading water and turning in circles, making myself dizzy.
"'Chonne!" he called out from the beach, waving at me. "I'm right here!"
I swam for what felt like miles and then collapsed in exhaustion on the beach next to him.
"You want your Muhmuh?" Rick asked, now standing a few feet away from me with Nugget in his arms.
"Come to mama," Lori cooed, appearing out of nowhere and taking Nugget from him. "My sweet, sweet boy."
Nugget giggled.
"Rick! Carl!" I screamed silently.
I got up and tried to run to them, but I was stuck in place. I was sinking.
Lori looked back at me and reached for Rick, running her bony hand through his curls.
My eyes popped open and I panted as the image of Lori's bony hand in Rick's curls floated through my mind.
A few minutes passed before my breathing evened out, and I couldn't remember enough of the dream to piece together what all had happened. I remembered enough though.
Fucking Lori Grimes.
I was lying on my side and tried to sit up, but Rick's arm was holding me down. At some point after we'd fallen asleep, he must have made his way over to my side of the bed and put his arm over me.
I didn't want to wake him up, but I had to get out of bed. I needed to settle my nerves.
"Rick," I whispered, looking at him over my shoulder. "Rick!"
He pulled me closer and mumbled something against my shoulder before falling back into his deep sleep. I tried to let the rhythm of his breathing soothe me, but I was too far gone for soothing.
My mind was back to racing with thoughts of Lori.
I squirmed my way from under Rick's arm and tiptoed out my room. I was trying to decide on whether to eat birthday cake, or to pace, or to eat birthday cake while I paced when I heard my phone vibrating on the dining room table.
I had a new text message.
Maggie: Olive Oyl is at Rick's
Maggie sent the text at 10:17pm. It was now well after midnight.
Michonne: Are you awake?
Maggie: Yup
Michonne: How do you know she's at Rick's?
Maggie: Annette's friend Birdie lives across the street and 3 houses down from Rick
Maggie: She saw Olive Oyl park in the driveway around 8
Maggie: She hasn't left. Still in the house
Maggie: Gimme a second…
I walked to my bedroom doorway. Rick was still asleep.
Maggie: Birdie says the kitchen & liv room lights are still on
Maggie: Can meet you there in 20
Michonne: NO, Maggie!
Maggie: …
Maggie: Beth can meet you there in 20
Michonne: NO!
Maggie: …
Maggie: Annette can meet you there in 20
Michonne: ALL OF YOU STAY PUT!
Maggie: …
Maggie: Fine
Maggie: Call if you need backup
Maggie: And Panty Man is a dick
Surprisingly, I felt very calm and very focused.
My mind was no longer racing.
My rage now had an outlet.
I tossed my phone on the couch and looked down at my bare feet. All of my shoes were in my bedroom. If Rick woke up while I was getting shoes, he would want to know what I was doing. Then he would talk me out of doing it. He could, and he would.
I looked at my bare feet again. I didn't need shoes to deal with Lori.
I grabbed my keys off the table.
No distractions. No interference. No interruptions.
Just me and Fucking Lori Grimes.
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