"Do you know how easy it would be for me to kill you right now?"
♤in which a boy's mercy prevails over his wrath.
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[starting season: end of 3]
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"You know kid...you're relentless." My father's chuckle brought me out of my neverending haze of nothingness. My vision started to clear from the blurriness my body put upon itself as I looked at the windows around my father's room with black curtains covered the window but still the peak of the outside light shinned through. "You there?" He spoke once more bringing my head to face him. He sat on the leather-shinned couch in front of me with his leg on top of the other impatiently.
"Sorry, what?" My voice trembled as his lips started to curve into a slight smile in utter amusement. My leg shook as I tried to keep my focus on the conversation. There was too much in my mind to think about I couldn't help but remember Daryl's body being kicked brutally only a couple of hours ago. I couldn't help but remember my father's words before that occurred, You are your father's daughter.
"I said you're relentless." He put his hand on his head trying to hide his lively smile. His amusement made me angered, it wasn't fair. How come Glenn and Abraham would never smile again, never find amusement in life? It wasn't fair.
"How so?" I sputtered.
"You know kid-"
"You know my name. I'm not a kid and I'm sure as hell, not yours." I snapped grinding my teeth against each other. His facial expression changed as I spoke. His dead eyes slanted as he stared into my eyes. I could feel the anger radiating off of him as his jaw clenched.
"You sure as hell are and don't think that you're not!" He berated me in his taut voice. I questioned why he cared if I didn't see him as a father. I mean he knew he wasn't. DNA only goes so far but as a real father you know someone supportive, loving, nurturing, and loyal all of the qualities he didn't have. It made me outraged how he could even pretend for even a moment he was ever a father. He was never there. I remember praying that one day I'd know him and that he'd be a father to me but well it was the opposite. My childhood wishes were torn in a half.
"You were never there!" I yelled at him as I brought my body up to stand up. His jaw was still clenched as he watched my temper snap. "You are not my father so don't you dare tell me you are if you were never fucking there!" My voice broke from yells beforehand. My body trembled from the insufferable amount of ballistic anger that ran through my veins. I sighed as I looked down to the floor as my hands formed fists as my fingernails burrowed into my palms.
"You think I don't know that!" He screamed back as I stood up to face him his body was as hard as a bolder. The room would've gone silent if it wasn't for our huffed breaths and grinning teeth. "Just sit down." He commanded through his teeth. I held my ground firm as I felt my body being held by 1000 bricks weighing me down from moving. "I said sit down!" His voice became more violent sending me into compliance. I sat back down to where my numb body was only a few minutes ago but felt like a lifetime ago. That was how it was with Negan the more you are with him, talk to him, and live in the same area as him time goes slower. I felt as though it went slower due to the fact that my body was still in shock from everything and I genuinely believed it was my last day on Earth. "Thank you." He sighed as he sat down across from me and buried his forehead into his empty palm. "You have to understand that your friends have lost. Everyone you love and care about...they lost." He said tonelessly. He was wrong he had to be. This couldn't be the end of Alexandria of the people I love so dearly.
