[EDITING]
you took a polaroid of us,
then discovered,
the rest of the world was black and white,
but we were in screaming color,
and I remember thinking
are we out of the woods yet?
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HATLIN'S BAR / GREENE FARM 📍
tw: sexual assault (you will see *** for the start and end)
season 2, episode 8 (part 2)
I planned to walk out as soon as Hershel poured more whiskey into his cup, but Glenn grabbed my arm to stop me. My back was leaning against the wall next to the now open door, Glenn and Rick were standing in front of the wide open door while debating what to do.
"So, what do we do? Just wait for him to pass out?" Glenn murmured to the two of us, he was still holding onto his shotgun with a tight grip. I let out a dry laugh.
"Might as well. He's not gonna budge, he's at least 4 cups in," I muttered plainly as I side-eyed the hiccuping drunk man, from where I was standing I could tell he was radiating with anger. His back was tense, his head was slouched down.
"Just go," He slurred as he heard us lowly speaking to each other, the three of us turned our bodies towards Hershel.
"Just go!" He repeated, his voice echoing against the walls, I slowly shifted against my feet as I could feel the anger rising in him as well as the tension growing.
"I promised Maggie that I would bring you home safe," Rick told the man, his accent flowing beautifully behind his words. He took slow heavy steps back towards the bar, Glenn and I followed after him. Hershel lets out a loud scoff at Rick's words, followed by a sarcastic laugh.
"Like you promised that little girl? Like Nola promised your little boy?" He spat out angrily, his words shooting to try and hurt us, and for me, it did. With Hershel's words my head cowards down, I harshly bit my bottom lip and sank in the tears that wanted to rise.
I then raised my head, quickly stomping up towards Hershel with venom filled in my veins.
"What you gonna do? Finish that bottle? Drink yourself to death and leave us alone? Maggie? Beth? Me?" I yelled out, Hershel abruptly stood to his feet causing the bar stool to screech against the floor. Hershel and I came face to face, his face full of fuming anger.
"Don't try to tell me how to care for my family, my farm! You are acting like—like them!" Hershel wildly points his finger toward Rick and Glenn as he spits in my face, I could feel my body begin to shake from the yelling but I don't back down.
