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 WOKE UP ON A DARK ROOM, MY ANKLES CHAINED TO A PIPE AND MY FACE IN PAIN. I tried to move my arms but they were handcuffed together. I tried to free myself but nothing was working. I didn't think this would happen but I guess things just happen. A man walked through the door and I kept my head down. My hair was all tangled and stained with the blood from my face.
"Well, what type of kid do we have here? A stupid one? Or a dumb one?" The man said with grit in his voice.
"A kid who's gonna kick your ass." I said.
"Yep, a dumb one." He said. I flipped my head up and saw the man. He had jet-black hair that was slicked back, a red bandanna, a black leather jacket with combat shoes. His face gave me deja vu, but I didn't know who this man was.
"Well, since your gonna be here for a while... what's your name kid?" He asked.
"Quinn." I said sternly.
"Huh, used to know a kid named Quinn. She was a sweetheart, bus she was weak and stubborn so she's probably out there eating some kid's brains out." He said.
"Well, at least she's eating something and not stuck in here starved to death." I said.
"Feisty." He said. He came to my level and looked at me dead in the eyes.
"Why were you walking alone?" He asked.
"Because I was? I don't have anywhere to go so might as well walk." I said. He smirked and sighed.
"Your lying." He said. He held up his bat that was wrapped with barbed wire.
"You know, I ought to kill you. But I'm not gonna do that because I'm not that type of person. I don't want to do that, but I'm gonna have to resort to that." He said sternly.
"Well, I'm not lying." I said. He smiled.
"Stubborn child now." He said. "You have 10 seconds to tell me where you came from." He said.
"Eat shit." I seethed through my teeth.
"10. 9. 8." He said as he began to pace.
"This thing your doing isn't gonna work. You can shoot me, beat me to death, break me physically and mentally. But nothing will give me up." I said.
"Wow! Such arrogance. You remind me so much of the Quinn I used to know." He said. "Such a shame she died." He said.
"At least she got to live a happy life than be with you." I said. He smiled and continued to count. I began to feel nervous as I tried the break through the chains.
"3...2!" He said as he was raising his bat.
"OKAY!" I yelled. He lowered his bat. I swallowed, knowing that I'll give the location away.
"I came from a place called Alexandria.." I said. "But I swear I don't know the exact location." I continued.
"You get to live another day, but your gonna stay with me for a while." He said.
"No I can't! I have to get back, I promised my friend I'd be back before sundown." I said.
"Oh is this friend gonna die if you don't come back?" He asked.
"No, but he'll kick your ass if he finds out I'm with you." I said. He smirked.
"Is this boy your boyfriend or something?" He asked. I laughed in hysterics.
"I wish." I said. His eyes went wide as he licked his lips.
"So, you like him, but haven't told him." He said for clarification.
"Well, I did after we made out but I don't know him that much so, right now we're just friends." I said. "I don't know why I told you that." I continued.
"Anyways, get up." He said.
"I can't, I'm chained to the pipe." I said as I shuffled the chains.
"DWIGHT!" He yelled. A man with half of his face scared ran in and looked at me.
"Do I get to kill her?" He asked. I glared at him and shook my head.
"No, she's gonna stay with us." He said. "Now unchain her, please." He said. He rolled his eyes and got down next to my ankles. I heard keys jingled and a click from the lock. I rolled my ankles and my wrists.
"Thank you." I said. He scrunched his face up and walked away. Negan held out his hand as i looked at it confused.
"If you don't take my hand, I will bash out your brains." He said. I quickly took his hand and we began to walk.
"Our group is call The Saviors. We believe that people don't have their own high horses and they need to learn what it's like to live in shit." He said.
"Bit harsh but I understand where you come from." I said. He laughed.
"Really? You understand where I come from? Girl you don't know what it's like to have parents to resent you!" He exclaimed.
"Well, I know what's it's like to have two parent who were drug addicts." I said as I stared at him.
"Yeah "drug addicts" what did they take? Tylenol?" He said.
"Try meth, or heroine." I said. He jaw slowly opened, words trying to form in his mouth.
"Oh." He said.
"Yeah, learn to know someone." I said as I walked away.
"Kid stop." He said. I stopped and looked back at him. The sun glared down at me as the wind blew through my hair.
"My sister was a meth addict, so I know what it feel likes." He said.
"My mom, or now just Jamie, just needed help.." I said as I rubbed my arm.
"Wait, your mom's name was... Jamie?" He asked.
"Yeah? Jamie is a common name." I said.
"Kid, if your mom hadn't married your father, what your last name be?" He asked.
"Odd question, but it would be smith. Quinn Smith." I said. He stood there as his bat hit floor. Everything fell in slow motion as he slowly walked over to me. He placed his hand on my shoulder as his hand touched my face. He lifted my face up to where my chin was in the air. He began to feel the scar that was on my chin. How did he know where that scar was located.
"Quinn... you.. you're.." He wrapped his arms around me and I went stiff. Did he know me or something.
"Um.. what's going on? I'm lost." I said.
"You probably don't remember me." He said. He held out his hand in a certain position. A memory flew through my head. A handshake I used to do with a family member that I only saw a couple times, but I still remember it. I began to slap his hand as the handshake unfolded. The fluid-like motion hit me like Deja vu. We needed the handshake and I looked up at him. His face was now more familiar than anything. He was the person in my last life who stood up for me.
"N-Negan?" I hesitated. This man who has threatened to kill me with a bat, was my uncle.
