Unexpected Events

-go getters 7.05 (part two)-

tws are the same as last chapter

"I was raped."

I said it. I told her. It was out, she knew.

"What?" Her eyes widened, looking up from the bruise.

I continued staring at the wall, if I blinked, I knew I'd lose it. I couldn't lose it right now, so I kept my expression blank, "one of Negan's men. He locked me in a bathroom with him." Until now I hadn't told anyone the details. Rick and Carl knew I was raped, sure, and maybe a few of the others too, but they didn't know much more than that, only things they could infer from what they saw when they found me.

Maggie looked upset. She sucked in a harsh breath, "when was this?" She painfully asked.

"Yesterday morning. Then last night I got drunk and maybe a little high and left Alexandria." I paused, how could I forget, "that was after I broke up with Carl." Crazy how it was all just yesterday.

She lifted the towel, most of the bleeding stopped, except the cut from last night, that was still bleeding. She looked so disappointed, there was so many. She looked like the feeling of failure; I didn't mean for her to find out. I should've locked the door...

"Some are from yesterday. I'm sorry." I looked down at my wrist too. I really was a fucking failure.

"Don't apologize." She looked up at me. "None of this is your fault." She meant it in a nice way, but yes, most of this was my fault. I chose to break up with Carl, I chose to slit my wrists, I could've probably stopped the guy too if I tried harder. Maybe if I was all depressed that day then I wouldn't have been in the bathroom. Maybe I was being dramatic, it was just sex. Everyone has it.

"It is my fault but thank you." I said with a small and soft smile, it was barely visible since nothing in me wanted to smile, but it was hopefully reassuring enough for her.

"I'm always here to talk about anything, alright?" She put her free hand on my shoulder.

I tried to ignore the fact that his hand was there too, but I couldn't, "don't touch me, please." I tried my hardest to not sound rude, she was just trying to be nice.

She dropped her hand immediately, "of course, we need to get that looked at." She was referring to the cut.

I pulled away from her immediately, ignoring the way the towel dropped off and reshowed my wrist in all its glory, "no way." I said defensively.

"Liam, if it gets infected it could kill you." She said, soft but stern, picking up the towel from the floor.

"That's kind of the point." I said, watching her face drop, "it's fine, okay?" I sounded pent up with anger, not at her, but at myself. I grabbed the used bandages from the floor, also taking my knife, hoodie, and jacket.

She meant well, but I didn't want other people knowing about basically anything. They didn't need to know.

When I came out into the area with the others, my wrist covered by the bandages and my hoodie, Enid was unpacking her stuff. Only hers. I didn't even know she brought another backpack.

I forgot I was going back. Maggie's conversation about her always being there for me was just bullshit and useless. What's the point of her being here for me if we live in two different places.

"Can I please stay? Gregory doesn't have to know." I said to Jesus. He was my last hope.

Enid threw Jesus the keys from across the room, "sorry kid." He looked past me to Enid, "where's the car parked?"

"Not too far up the road. Bright red Camaro, you can't miss it." She spoke.

Maggie walked into the room, looking just as sad as she did when I left. She saw what was going on but didn't stop it. She chose Enid over me, even after I told her everything.