The Curl of Your Lips | TWD -Shane |

No one has to know what we do

"Abigail! Abigail open the damn door!" Lori pounded on the windshield off the car. She's been trying for hours. Every so often she would leave but she always come back."Abigail!"

I sighed and turned off the engine. My hand slowly moved to the unlock button and I got out after pulling down the sheets I used to shield myself from the outside world."What could you possibly want from me,Lori?"

"To apologize."She stated staring down at me. I was stunned by her words and took a few seconds to let them sink in.Apologize?

"I don't Lori. I got even,and I don't regret doing what I did."I stood up, I could feel the eyes on me. The group was staring at me when I turned around and I almost chuckled when I wondered about who was on my side.Shane, who was making a point not to look at me was clearly taking Lori's side. And Andrea was the one that stood out as 'team Abbs'."I told you,Daryl. Next time on Days of our Lives...."

Daryl chuckled and smirked between Lori and I.I noticed its knuckled were busted and his clothe had fresh blood,"Did I miss something?"

"I had a chat with the kid."He stated simply."Got a group of thirty men, heavy artillery.."

"What are you going to do about him?"

"Kill him."Shane answered stepping up behind me,so close his breath was wisping across the back of my neck making me shiver.

"What? You can't be serious. He's what..maybe twenty? He didn't do anything! He got left behind!" I looked around for the voice of reason,"Rick you know this isn't right."

"It has to be done."

Furious, I stomped off to the barn,ignoring the shouts following after me. I made it three quarters of the way before Shane caught up to me. He grabbed me by my arm and I was jerked around to face him,"You're not going anywhere near him."

"Let go of me." I tried to push him back,"You can't tell me what to do!"

Shane pulled out his gun and pointed it at me causing me to freeze. He just stared at me with a cold glare.No emotions just a gun and the trigger happy man I once loved.He lowered the gun and slapped me across the face with the back of his hand.You know in the movies after a car crash or death of a beloved character things go into slow motion and a sad piano track is played in the back ground? That's what it felt like. Except it wasn't some tragically beautiful melody, it was the sound of shattering glass and a heart wrenching haunting few chords. Well at least that's how I would describe it. I knew Shane was gone. That he had been for a while. But I had hoped that one day that he would wake up and just love me again. It was a foolish hope, like when Carl wanted to find Sophia. Foolish hopes hurt the most, for a second you think its crazy enough it might just happen.I had a new foolish hope, I want him to raise his gun and pull the trigger. No. No I don't want that. I have other people to live for. Shane won't be the end of me. He won't.

I slowly stood up and glared at Shane just as Rick ran up to him and took a swing, they were screaming at each other,words I couldn't hear over the wringing in my ears.

My car was my only sanctuary. I ran past the questions and straight into the dark blue honda.Left alone with my thoughts I began to think how so surreal it was.A few weeks ago Shane was beating Carol's husband to hell and now he was the leaving blemishes on my skin. I fumbled to put the key in the ignition and sped off out of the farm and down the road. I didn't know where I was going and I didn't care. The music blared from my speakers as I drove the lyrics going over my head but the beat and pitches swirling around me, enveloping me in comfort. I wanted to scream. I needed to get out the emotions simmering just underneath my skin. I hit the breaks in time to avoid missing a walker, a male in dressed in a suit. I made up a back story as he clawed at my window. His name was Mark. He was a lawyer and his wife was beautiful and they were newlyweds. No kids. I was going to kill Mark. Mark was going to die again. He would escape his undead state and he would go to heaven and he would be reunited with his beautiful wife.

Rick.

I went on search for Abigail. I'm sure she didn't want everyone knowing what Shane did to her. She's too proud to admit she's hurting, that she feels betrayed by someone she thought would never hurt her.I was almost as shocked as she was. Shane was a lovesick puppy when it came to her. That was before. Before he changed, before he slept with her best friend, my wife. Before he lost his ability to love and before I fell in love with her.

I never looked at her this way before. She used to be a family friend. She was my son's teacher,his babysitter. She was so much younger and looked even younger than she was. Now I saw her as a woman. A strong one at that and a natural leader.

I stopped when I saw her car parked in the road, readying my gun I stepped out. Then I saw her. Abigail was laying beside a mess of a walker,with half a screwdriver poking out of its face. She must have continued to beat it with the bloody gold club by her side. She was a disaster. Her clothes were covered in walker remains and her face had taken a toll from the slap and the crying. She was emotionless,just staring at the ground.

"I know. I'll have to go back."She looked up at me,"Just let me clean up at the river."

I nodded and helped her get into the truck.The drive was silent and tension filled but soon we were in walking distance from the lake. She was out first and she walked effortlessly over the roots and through the branches down to the water. I watched as she washed off her face and arms. She then took off her shoes and pants leaving her in just a shirt and her underwear. I tried not to stare. I did. I averted my gaze and turned around to look in the other direction. Abigail came up behind me and whispered in my ear as her arms wrapped around me,"No one has to know what we do."