pulse || c. grimes TWD

16.

AN:
this chapter isn't really like the walking dead, kinda, I was considering making it a lot different so I'll just tell you upfront this is basically like a one-off chapter, but it is a part of the plot so I kind of needed to add this, I hope you enjoy anyways. 

trigger warning: psychical abuse 

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I stood outside for a while quiet until I heard someone open the door, They lit a cigarette as soon as the door shut, He looked to his left and saw me

Holy shit

"Jayce?" I asked, "Shit, Nyla you're here!" He exclaimed, he then pulled me into a side hug, "I can't believe it" He said, "I heard about someone called Jayce here and I thought it was you" I smiled, "Wait that means Mark is here right?" He questioned, "I mean, yeah" I sighed, I had figured out the reason why he left was because of Mark, he had it the worst "БляКористь(damn it)" He breathed

I glared at him, He was probably cursing in Russian or something "Is he here at Deanna's house?" He asked me, "Im pretty sure" I told him, "Do you guys live with the group or on your own?" He questioned me, "On our own last night was our first night in the apartment"

"Wait Jayce, Don't leave again" I pleaded, "I'm sorry Nyla, but if he finds me again-" He took a drag of his cigarette harshly I didn't even know he smoked until now he was pacing around back and forth I felt so bad I knew what he went through and I knew it's gonna happen to us, I felt my eyes tear up, "Do you know how long it took for me to-

He got cut off by the back door opening, It was Ron I glared at Jayce and then Ron " Oh sorry am I interrupting anything?" He asked awkwardly, "Kinda" Jayce breathed and threw the cigarette on the floor and stomped it with his shoe, "Sorry, Nyla I just wanted to ask if you wanted to play cards me and Carl are having a rematch" Ron asked

"I'm fine, uh this is Jayce" I told him, "Oh cool yeah, it's nice to meet you" Ron smiled, and then he looked me up and down "I'm gonna go" Ron said pointing to the door then after a few seconds he left, I turned to Jayce "Ah, shit I'm gonna head back to my apartment I'll try to keep a low profile" He said

"Which apartment do you live in?" I asked him, "The one on the left end" He answered, "I live on the right next to the storage room" I told him, He nodded and went inside, I was stressed out over the fact Mark was drinking again tonight, he could get us kicked out if he gets aggressive with anyone I went back inside and stood in the corner of the room pretty much hiding away from everyone

"That's what you worry about?!" I heard Sasha yell from the other room, I watched her leave I got up and went to the kitchen and saw Carl standing by a wall with fruit punch, I walked up to him, "Carl, Hi" I walked to him, "Nyla, I was starting to think you left, Do you want a fruit punch?" He offered, "Sure, thanks"

He grabbed me a cup and handed it over, I took a sip out of it and then glared at Carl, "Where'd Ron and Mikey go?" I asked, "Mikey went home, and Ron's looking for Enid" He stated, "This fruit punch tastes kinda weird" I said, "Yeah I agree, it tastes strong" He said looking at his cup

I took another sip before Mark came in, my face dropped as he glared at me and walked out the back door, I smelt my drink and almost immediately recognized the smell, "There's vodka in this." I told Carl, "Wait what" He put his cup down, and He put his hand on his forehead "God that's why my head is spinning so much" He stated, "How many cups have you had?" I asked while putting my cup down

"Four or five, I think, shit I should head home my Dad's gonna know for sure" He chuckled

I watched him leave the kitchen, I grabbed the cup and took one more gulp before I put it down again, I was also going to leave Max and Rio were probably still there, I walked through the crowded dining room and went into the hallway and opened the door, it was a bit cold outside luckily I was wearing a sweater otherwise I would've been freezing, I walked down the porch steps and onto the road

I started walking down the street until I reached the apartments, I looked at the apartment Jayce said he was staying in one of the lights was on the rest wasn't, I carried on walking until I made it to mine and went up the stairs

Nobody else was there only me, I decided to go into my bedroom, and then I went into the box of clothes and found black slightly oversized sweatpants and a gray t-shirt, I read my book for about half an hour until I heard the front door open and slam, I put my book under my pillow and went out of my room quietly, "Max?" I called, "Nah," Mark said

"Oh, are they both still at the party?" I asked, "You call that a party?!" He raised his voice, "That's what they said it is" I mumbled, "Are you giving me tone?" He asked, I shook my head "Speak when you're spoken too" He yelled and walked over to me,  I stepped back "I'm sorry!" I exclaimed, He swung at my face I fell back into the wall, and then my vision tilts to the side, and my breathing stops for a split second while my brain tries to figure out what happened. I tasted blood in my mouth and then, the adrenaline kicked in, it took me a while to process the pain but when it did it was all fuzzy and painful

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The next day I woke up and my face felt extremely sore I didn't wanna get up at all, I opened the blinds which were right next to my bed, and looked outside there weren't many people out, they were probably hangover or still sleeping, I got out of bed and rubbed my eyes and then instantly regretted it, It stang for around 5 seconds then the pain went down again, the apartment was completely quiet Mark was probably still sleeping I wondered if Max and Rio made it here last night, I looked in the box of clothes, I was gonna need more soon 

I picked up a green buttoned shirt with pockets, a gray t-shirt, and black jeans I looked in the mirror, the outfit was nice but my face had a noticeable bruise on it, How was I gonna hide this, what would people say?

I groaned and walked out of my bedroom, Max was sitting down in the living room, which means Mark was asleep in his bedroom, or outside, I sat down next to him, He noticed the bruise straight away, "Every single time he drinks" He leaned back on the sofa, "That's probably why he didn't hit me last night" 

"It's fine, really" I muttered, He shook his head and got up, "Do you want some cereal, or I could make porridge" He offered, "Cereals fine, thanks" I replied, He went into the kitchen, and made two bowls of dry cereal with two teaspoons, He brought them in the living room and we both sat down and ate 

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