Heartbreak

"You're not my mom!" He said as he slammed his bedroom door shut. Michonne stood there stupefied at what just happened. She had asked Carl to clean his room because they had company, but for some reason, he refused to listen. Now, here she stood, embarrassed because of the fact that everyone downstairs probably heard him yelling at her and heartbroken that he - who she considered her firstborn - uttered those words.

She didn't even hear Rick come up the stairs nor did she pay attention to him when he tried to console her. She quietly made her way to their on-suite bathroom and locked the door.

She could feel Rick's presence on the other side on the door, but ignored it. She tried not to cry, but every time she breathed out, she felt herself hyperventilating when she breathed in. She sunk to the floor and curled into a ball and cried with everything she had.

She stayed in the bathroom for the remainder of the evening. Their friends had come to visit for the weekend, but found it best to stay in a hotel for the evening, they too had no idea what had gotten into Carl.

When she finally opened the door, Rick was sitting on the edge of the bed with a frown on his face. He looked up when she started making her way towards him. He didn't say anything, he just held onto her as she cried. He was heartbroken for her, Carl had never said anything like that before.

"I'm gonna go talk to him." He whispered in her ear before lying her down on the bed. She immediately curled up in a ball. Rick tried his hardest to not clench his fists.

He shut their bedroom door quietly and marched down the hallway. He didn't know what he was going to say to his son, but it wasn't gonna be pretty. He opened the door and was met with an angry, red-faced teen.

"You wanna tell me what this is about?" He asked, putting his hands on his hips. He stayed quiet. "You got about ten seconds before I-"

"She's the reason why you and mom are no longer together." He said. Rick laughed, but there was no humour in his voice. "You left mom for her."

Rick pinched the bridge of his nose for a couple seconds before speaking. "Who the hell told you this?" He stayed quiet. "I never left Lori. She got up one day and decided that she no longer wanted to be a mother and a wife. She left with my best friend, actually, you're godfather." Carl's features softened up a bit.

"Michonne, your mother, and I didn't start dating until our divorce papers were finalized - two years after your mother left me, left us. Michonne has raised you like her own son. What you did today was not only embarrassin', but heartbreakin' especially since she didn't have to raise you." He paused to look at his son. "Now, I'm gonna ask you again, who fed you this bullshit" He yelled the last part, making Carl jump.

"She did."

"Who did?" He stayed quiet. "Who did?" He yelled again.

"Lori." He mumbled.

"When were you gonna tell me that you've been talkin' to her? Answer me quickly because I'm runnin' out of patience."

"I wasn't."

Rick sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "You broke her heart." Carl looked down, ashamed at what he had done. "You're no longer gonna talk to Lori without my supervision; you're gonna apologize to your mother - your real mother - and pray that she forgives you for this." Rick walked to the door and looked at Carl one last time before shutting it.