The Scars On Our Hearts (Glenn Rhee) *Completed*

Chapter 45

A/N: this chapter is really important so prepare yourselves!

*Emmie's POV*

I was sitting in the dining room, cleaning out my handgun when Daryl swung the front foor open and tossed a ton of squirrels attached to a string on the table in front of me. At first I was startled and then just a bit grossed out.

"Lunch time!" Daryl said, causing most people to come into the room with us. "Whoever is going on that run with me better eat up quickly."

This is what caught my attention. I quickly pushed the chair out from under me and jumped up. "Mom!" I said once I reached her. "Can I go on the run with Daryl? Pleaseee!" I asked and dragged out the 'e'.

She took a moment to think before responding. "Alright, but only since I'm going." I gave her a hug before running upstairs to get my stuff.

I grabbed my backpack and filled it with the ammo I had left, a flashlight, a water bottle, and a couple of protein bars. Next, I put my gun in my holister next to my two knives.

"Em, let's go!" Daryl called out.

"Coming!" I replied and rushed back down the stairs to where mom and Daryl were waiting.

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Daryl, mom, and I had parked in an old neighborhood later in the afternoon to look for supplies.

"I'll take the first house, Maggie, you take the second one, and Emmie can take the last one," Daryl explained and we gave him nods.

After Daryl headed to his house, mom grabbed my arm before I could start walking to my house. "Hey, you think you can search the house on your own?" She asked, giving me a concerned look.

"Yep," I replied and she kissed my head.

"Be safe."

"Always am." I then started to walk over to the medium sized house at te end of the road. The old yellow paint faded and had started to peel off of the house and the windows had cracked glass. When I stepped onto the creaking porc, I noticed a rotted away dead body sitting on the porch swing, making me gulp. After shaking the image out of my brain, I opened the door that was surprisingly unlocked. The hinges made an earpiercing noice screech as I pushed if open.

The inside of the house was a mess. Glass vases were shattered on the ground, tables flipped on their sides, papers scattered across the floor. Before doing anything else, I took out my gun and knife and knocked loudly on the wall, trying to draw any walkers down to me first. I didn't think much of it when no walkers came, so I went into the kitchen and started to go through the drawers.

There was absolutely nothing left in this house.

After searching the first floor, I headed up the stairs. First I checked the hall closet. There was a first aid kit on the bottom shelf that I started to go through. Then I heard footsteps, but not a walkers footsteps, they were too swift and steady.

I quickly got out my gun and turned towards the footsteps. "Who's there?" I asked. There was complete silence for a moment.

"Little Emerson Rhee," I woman's voice said and I whipped around.

As soon as I saw her I felt as if I recognized her. "Who are you and how do you know who I am?" I asked.

She let out a chuckle. "I know who you are because....I'm your mother."

I couldn't even talk. My eyes widened and my jaw wanted to drop to the floor. That's when I realized why I recognized her, I was practically a spitting image of her just like dad had always said. When I snapped back to reality, I snapped, "The hell you are! My biological mother died when I was born, after she told my dad that she hated him."

"He never told you did he?" She asked with an evil looking grin

"Who never told me what?"

"Your father, Glenn Rhee. He never told you that you were a mistake. That you only happened because two drunk people were stupid and made that mistake," she told me.

"That's such bullshit! Henry would never have kept that from me!" I practically yelled.

"Who the hell is Henry?" She asked.

"The boy you adopted six months before I was born," I informed her, earning a confused look.

After a momen she said, "If we didn't even want you, why would we adopt another stupid kid? Did you hear that? Your father didn't want you." I kept silent this time, trying to process it all. "We both decided to abort you but by the time we made it to the doctor, it was sadly too late. Then when you were born, I shoved you at your asshole of a father and he was going to put you up for adoption."

I felt tears start to fall from my face.

How could he keep this from me?!

"He was gonna let you abort me?" I asked in a whimpering voice.

"It was his idea. Some father you have, calling you a mistake and wanting to kill you before you were even born. His life ended the day you were born!" She said.

I wiped the tears from my eyes. "So what do you want? To ruin my life?"

"To finish what I wanted to do years ago when you were still inside of me." That's when she whipped out her knife and lunged at me.

A/N
GLENN?!?!?! What are your thoughts on this chapter??? Did you expect that??