The Last Resort (Sequel to The Last Hope)

21 - honesty

AN: trigger warning, if you haven't been exposed to the Internet already (it's not really that bad tbh)

"I need to tell you something.." That could only mean one thing. Every time someone started a sentence with that phrase, only bad news came out after that.

"Um, go ahead." My hands were shaking uncontrollably and my breath was ragged.

"So you know how you said that I would lose my "purity" to Morgan..."

Oh my god. What I had been wishing was a dream was real. All of it. Carl sleeping with Morgan, them being together the year I was gone.

"You didn't."

"I'm sorry. it was only a few times after you left-"

I pushed him away from me. I couldn't believe it. He obviously wasn't lying, he would have said something by now.

"You said you wouldn't. You promised."

"I know, El-"

"Don't fucking call me that!" I covered my ears and shook my head.

You knew he was going to lie. It was going to happen whether you were around or not. Look at her, she's everything you aren't.

Carl reached out to touch me but I smacked his hand out of my way.

"Elise..."

"Get out of here."

Carl sighed and placed his hand on my hip. My breath quickened and my face was burning. I spun so fast I could barely keep my balance.

"Get the hell out of here!" I screamed, surprised that walkers weren't surrounding the hotel moments later.

I felt Carl's hand slowly slide off of my side and his stuff being picked up. His footsteps got further and further. I turned back to face the darkness as the door closed. I screamed into the night, hoping some majestic being wished all my troubles away. A dog barked in the distance, but that was the only noise.

Look at you, sulking over a boy. You could be doing something better. You could be productive, like everyone else. Do something right for once.

My mothers words nagged at me. Instead of hearing her voice, I heard my own.

The voices were back. They had been the only ones there for me when I was alone.

Leave. Just run away. You could get so far. If you died they wouldn't care, remember? They even told you.

I yanked off the sweatshirt Carl had given me and threw it on the ground. Hopefully, someone would find it and keep it.

I grabbed my things and left the roof. Where I was going to sleep hadn't crossed my mind. Maybe I could stay in my own room. Maybe I could sleep in the van. If I slept in my room, it would be like giving myself to Brendan. That would be a way to get Carl back.

I cringed and closed my eyes. All I knew is that I was tired. I needed a place to sleep. Maybe I could find a spare bedroom.

I left the rooftop, the hairs on my arm sticking up. A breeze blew past and made the cold air even chillier.

I opened the door and sulked down the stairs. I may have to sleep in my room.

I walked down the hall and reached the door that led to my worst nightmare. Behind this door was something that I had managed to forget for a bit.

I knocked. I could hear shuffles and whispers. "Um, yeah?"

I cleared my throat, "Mind if I sleep in here tonight?"

More shuffles. The door unlocked and I was inches away from Brendan. His stare gave me chills.

"Go right ahead." Brendan moved aside so I could walk in.

The bed was neat, the room basically spotless. Now was my chance.

"Brendan, I'm sorry for what happened before." His eye was still badly bruised but other than that, he looked fine.

"It's fine, didn't even hurt at all." He licked his lips and scanned my body.

"You know I actually like you. I mean, why wouldn't I?" I stepped toward him and placed my hand lightly on his chest.

His breath hitched in his chest. He tensed up at my touch. I grabbed his hand and led it to my back.

"You know, that night I would have let you do what you want to me. I was just a bit startled is all." I smirked and brushed my lips against his ear, "You can even do it now if you like."

Brendan pushed me onto his bed, wasting no time on stripping down. He pulled my shirt off and left sloppy kisses down my stomach. I shuddered under his touch, remembering what happened last time this went down.

He reached my bottoms but I stopped him, "No, not yet." He smirked and came back up.

Brendan inched his fingers into my pants. My heart was pounding, nearly coming out of my chest. He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them off of my legs. Now I was basically exposed.

My underwear were a pair I had found on a raid in a small community. There was a whole drawer, but these were the ones that had fit the best. I had felt embarrassed wearing them, but Brendan said nothing about them.

He felt around but it wasn't doing anything for me. I had to fake everything. I couldn't enjoy it, knowing this man assaulted me.

Brendan kept touching me in all of the wrong places, I don't know how he kept Morgan with his sloppy techniques.

"Brendan, I'm feeling a bit sick." He removed his fingers and moved away. I put my clothes on, grabbed my things, and left the room. Well, that was pointless.

I stood outside Michonne's door, realizing how idiotic I was being. A tear slipped down my cheek. After that one fell, another followed it. Then another. By the time I had the courage to knock, my face was covered in streaks.

Michonne opened the door and instantly frowned, "Are you alright?"

I shook my head and nearly collapsed. Michonne caught me and helped me walk inside.