How Could You?!

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                          When I woke back up, Negan was talking again, "alright let's get this started now that she's awake again. You can cry, you can blink, hell you can even scream, but if anyone tries to stop us, we will kill you all. You know what I just simple can not decide. I've got an idea, ennie, mennie, miney, moe, catch a tiger by its toe, my mother told me to pick the very best one and you are it," he walked around to all of  us, but stopped on Abraham, "well looks like you're it. If anyone moves cut the boys other eye out and feed it to his dad!" With that he brought his bat down on Abraham's head, we all yelled,  "look at you, taking it like a champ!"

                           "Suck...my...nuts," Abraham got out before Negan slammed that bat down again and again until he was nothing but a pile of brain matter and blood. 

                                     He swung the bat around and got blood on the side of dad's face and neck. Everyone was crying, but also trying to stay strong, it just didn't work. Negan walked around and put the bat in Rosita's face. 

                             "Look at her, isn't she a beauty?" Negan said. When Rosita just looked over at Abraham he stopped for a second, "oh, were you 2 together? Shit, I'm sorry," he still left the bat in her face. Daryl jumped up and punched Negan in the face. Negan fell back a couple steps then Daryl was grabbed by Negan's men. 

                                 "No, Daryl, please," I screamed. 

                                 Negan looked at me then to Daryl and laughed. He grabbed Daryl by his hair and yanked his head back and made him look in my direction, "I'd watch it if I was you. It looks like you have something to lose," Negan said and let go and walked away towards me. 

                             "Do you want me to do it?" Dwight asked aiming Daryl's crossbow at his head. 

                             "No, put him back in line. I told you didn't I? I'm a ma of my word. If I wasn't I wouldn't have the power," he took a step towards Daryl. 

                           "No, please, not him. Take me instead," I pleaded. 

                        "Now, I have to take someone, cause like I said, man of my word," he brought his bat up and down, but not on Daryl or me, but Glenn. 

                        "No!" Maggie and I screamed. 

                      "M-m-maggie, I-i-i wi-i-ill f-f-ind y-y-you," Glenn stuttered out before Negan did what he did to Abraham. 

                                    Negan squatted in front of dad, "Simon, what do you have on you?"

                          "A hatchet," A man, Simon, answered. 

                     "A hatchet? You see Rick, Simon is my right hand guy, you have to have one of those...oh or did I you know? Oh, I did. Well, I'll take that hatchet, when I come back Rick will either be with me or he won't. If not we'll turn the rest of them inside out, what's left of them anyway," he dragged dad into the R.V. and drove off. 

                                   "Dad," I said after him. Daryl was looking at me, "it's okay, babe. You need to calm down," I whispered to him. He looked down at the ground and started crying, he felt guilty about Glenn, responsible. I know he did, I could see it when I looked at him. 

                                    After a little while dad came back and looked relieved to see us all still alive, Negan looked at Carl, then to me, "kid, come here. Right next to daddy," I started to move, "not you babe, the boy."

                                                  "Whatever you're going to do, please do it to me instead," I pleaded. 

                                        "Shh, sweetie. Are you left or right handed?" He asked Carl. 

                                   "Right," Carl answered. 

                               "Alright," Negan took off his belt and tied it around Carl's left arm, "is it tight?" Carl nodded, "good. On the ground spread eagle, there you go. Simon, you got a pen?" 

                                "Yeah?"

                               "Good, throw it here. Alright, kid. It's going to be cold, there we go," Negan drew a line across Carl's arm right below the elbow then looked at dad, "Rick, take out the hatchet and cut his arm off at a 40 degree angle. We have a great doctor back home, the boy will be fine.  Leave us a little flap so we can flip it over and he'll be great."

                              "Please, take me instead, take mine," dad begged. 

                            "Come on, Rick, do it or we kill them all, and with the guns to the back of their heads, well, you'll get a front row seat to all the blood splatter. Do it!" Negan said. 

                                                Dad picked up the hatchet, "just do it dad, so they don't hurt her," Carl said as he looked towards me. I started to cry and had to look away, but my head was forced back to face the front, just as he was about to bring the hatchet down Negan stopped him. 

                             "Now, that's the look I wanted to see. Come on guys, oh and grab him. I want him. See, Rick, was that so hard?  Now, I'm going to take...what the hell is his name?"

                          "Daryl," Dwight answered. 

                        "That sounds about right. We're taking Daryl and when we show up you will let us in, if not then we will send pieces of Daryl to you or even your daughter. What's the beauty's name?"

                                 "Jamie," Dwight answered. 

                               "That's an odd one for her, anyway, or Jamie can do it. Alright let's go, we'll leave you your R.V.," then they loaded up and left. 

                          Maggie moved first, "we've got to fight him. I'm taking Glenn with me."

                                             "Maggie, you're sick. We have to get you to Hilltop to Dr. Carson. Let us help you. He-he was...is our family too," dad said. Maggie nodded her head through tears. She stood up the best she could and walked over to me. I held her while she cried, and dad, Carl, Aaron carried Glenn to the R.V., while Sasha, Eugene, and Rosita carried Abraham to the R.V. we got all loaded up. 

                         Everyone sat on one couch while Maggie and I sat on the other so I could comfort her. We just lost 2 very important family members and they will never be replaced, but I know Negan and his men have one thing coming. 

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