𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞
𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧
𝐍𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬
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Quinn Laurence is a troubled kid who had a terrible childhood. Once the apocalypse starts, she can res...
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━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ I LAY ON MY BED NOT DOING ANYTHING. After last night's events, I felt bad overall. The feeling of Pete being gone felt good, but I didn't take into understand how Jessie felt. She loved that man, even at his worst. Then I thought about how Ron and Sam would take it. Would they be sad? Or would be as guilty as I am? I got up and messed with my hair to look somewhat good.
I walked out of my room, not wanting to leave. I saw Sam walking out of his room, his face red and puffy from crying. My heart ached when I saw him.
"Q-Quinn?" He asked as his lip trembled. That broke me. I walked over to him and hugged him.
"I-I'm so sorry," I said as tears slipped from my eyes. He began to cry and he went limp into my body. We sat there just crying and not moving at all. After a while, I stopped and he fell asleep in my arms. I carried him and brought him to his bedroom. I laid him down very nicely and gently. I kissed his forehead as light snores escaped his mouth.
I lifted his room and wiped the remaining tears on his face. I walked down the stairs quietly and saw two people in the kitchen, Ron and Jessie. Jessie immediately noticed me and came to me.
"Hey.." She said. She caressed my face as I gave her a sorrowful smile. She hugged me and I hugged her back. Her usually crystallized blue eyes became more of a murky blue. Full of grief and sadness.
"I am so sorry," I whispered. "I don't know what came over me. I-I shouldn't have smiled, I-I shouldn't have even been there." I pledged.
"You wanted to know, so you came." She tucked a strain of hair behind my ear. I let go of her and walked to Ron. Tears were running down his face but I stood strong.
"Hey," I said. He didn't respond. All he did was stare. He finally looked over at me, only he wasn't sad, he was angry.
"Why did you let them in? Why did you have to greet them?" He asked.
"What?.." I asked confused.
"Why? You could've asked Deanna not to let them in." He spoke.
"Ron, this wasn't my decision," I spoke.
"Well, they shouldn't be here. Rick killed Pete, he's dangerous to all of us." He said.
"I just came here to say sorry," I said as I walked away.
"Sorry about what? That you're in love with a killer's son? Or the fact that my dad molested you?" He said. I stopped. Is he fucking serious?
"Ron you shouldn't-"
"I got this." I interrupted. "You have no right saying that. Especially since I'm not the only girl who has suffered from his disgusting touch. Your girlfriend has probably suffered from this too." I said.
"At least it's not my fault that you two dressed up like sluts." He spat at me. I walked up to him.
"Fine then, I'm sorry," I said.
"For what?" He said as he looked up and down at me.
"For this," I said and I punched him in the nose. He fell to the ground and groaned.
"Quinn! You said you could handle it."
"And I did, by giving him what he deserves." I looked down at him as blood poured out his nose. I looked down at my hand and saw the blood.
"You need to leave. Now. I'm not mad at you, but you should leave." Jessie said.
"With pleasure." I went to the door and left by slamming it. I walked off and cried out of anger. Why did he say that? He knew what pain I went through, but why speak of it? I went over to a forest patch of the community and sat there. I wiped away my tears and the blood off my fist. I laid my head down on my knees and sighed.
"I'm a moron." I muffled. I felt a presence next to me and looked up. It was Carl.
"Hey.." he spoke. I wiped away a tear that was straggling away.
"Hi," I whispered.
"What happened?"
"Nothing, don't worry about it."
"How can I not worry? You are one of my friends now so I have to worry." He said.
"Well, I wanted to tell Ron how I'm sorry about what happened to his father, even though he is an asshole, but it was just common courtesy." I paused as I swallowed down my spit.
"He then began to say how it was a mistake to bring your group here, that you guys were dangerous. Then he talked about how I was dressed up like a slut in Pete's eye vision, or whatever the hell it is. Then I punched him." I said as I showed him my hand.
"Jessie told me to leave, just so we can have some space. She didn't tell me when to come back." I said. He placed his arm around my shoulders.
"Hey, I get it. I argue with my dad sometimes. But it'll ease down, once you both apologize." He said. "But for now, you can stay at my house. It's like your house but without the tension." He said. I gave him a small laugh and got up. We both walked over to his house, and no one was home. Michonne and Rick were both on a mission to lead a herd of walkers to the other side of this community, hoping they don't come over here. I walk into the house and it was very nice, and there was no tension, I guess he was right. He closed the door and smiled.
"Welcome to the Grimes family house." He said in a fake cheery tone. I smiled and looked around. It was the same as Jessie's, only a bit cleaner. Not saying her house is dirty, but this house seemed newer. I looked over some of the records that were placed in the home before they came. I flipped through them and saw an album that brought me back to before all of this even existed before I knew Carl. I called this era, "The Good Old Days". I grabbed the vinyl and placed the record on the player. I set the cartridge on the record and the music began to fill the room. I turned over to Carl as he perked up. The song "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" began to play as I slowly swayed to the music. He smiled and swayed with me.
"I remember listening to this song when I was younger. Oh, what good memories." I sighed and turned towards him.
"I remember hearing this song once from a homeless guy." Oh, well okay then.
"Hey, at least we both know this song." I smiled. He smiled back at me and grabbed my hands. I swallowed and gave him an awkward smile. Then I heard a scream outside. I ran to the record player and stopped it.
"What was that?" Another scream came from the outdoors and I looked out the window. There were people in the street... killing other people.
"Lock the door," I said. He ran over to the door and locked it.
"What's going on?" He looked out the window and saw the horror I was seeing.
