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I woke up with a scream as nightmares plagued my head.
"Kat, Kat!" It was Daryl who shook me awake. Connor was sniffling with tears in his eyes as he watched his mother suffer. It broke my heart.
"I'm okay. I'm okay." I repeated and rubbed my eyes.
That's how it was for a few days, but I wouldn't let it affect my day-to-day. I refused to let this incident define who I am. I'm not some broken girl. I'm a fighter, a survivor, a mother. Daryl took me into the woods to burn the clothes that stole. I cried that day.
"Let's get you ready." ~~~ "So, Conman, what do you want to do today?" I asked Connor, rubbing his hair as I laid in bed with Daryl and my son.
"Can I meet the man that Daryl brought in?" I was hesitant with my answer, turning to Daryl quickly, who eventually nodded. We got up and dressed in regular clothes before walking out of the house.
We asked around for the stick-wielding man, stopping by Rick's house for the final answer. Before we made it there, we saw him. He was cleaning the stick on Rick's steps.
"Hi, Morgan," Connor said shyly, clutching my hand tight. Morgan looked up at us and smiled.
"Hi there."
"I'm Kat. This is Connor, my son." I introduced ourselves. I reached out to shake his hand with a smile. He quickly reached up and shook it with a nod and a smile.
"It's lovely to meet you all." He nodded towards Daryl, who was standing awkwardly behind me. I reached out and grabbed his hand, sending him a squeeze on the hand and a smile.
"Whoa! Your stick is cool! Can you show me?" Connor asked excitedly. I chuckled as the man stood, leaning the stick towards Connor.
"What do you do with it?" He asked in wonder, staring up at the dark-skinned man.
"How about I show you? With your mom's permission, of course." Morgan winked, looking up at me.
"Only if we can join." I laughed, nudging Connor along as we walked with the man behind Rick's house.
"A friend taught me. Taught me many things." Morgan started. Connor sat in the grass as Daryl, and I stood behind him. Morgan began his routine, slashing the air with his staff. ~~~ "Hey, Morgan, can I talk to you real quick?" I ran up to Morgan quickly, stopping before him as he stopped.
"Yeah?"
"You don't have to. But it would be nice if you maybe, taught Connor what you know? I know he's young, but this work... you know how it is."
"Yeah, I do. And I will. He's a good boy. My way doesn't kill people. Doesn't..." he trailed off, furrowing his brows as he tried to grasp the words.
"Yeah. I really appreciate it." Morgan nodded, reaching up and squeezing my shoulder. I tended, my mind flashing back to that day before I brushed it away and smiled. Morgan was frowning, probably catching my expression.
