Forever Broken // Carl Grimes

Chapter 18

Don't you give up, nah-nah-nah
I won't give up, nah-nah-nah
Let me love you
Let me love you
Don't you give up, nah-nah-nah
I won't give up, nah-nah-nah
Let me love you
Let me love you
Oh, baby, baby

Don't fall asleep
At the wheel, we've got a million miles ahead of us
Miles ahead of us
All that we need
Is a rude awakening to know we're good enough
Know we're good enough

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Warning: I'm gonna warn you all, this chap is pretty.. gory..

"You put on quite a show back there, Little Viper. Too bad it's only the beginning."

Lauren opened her eyes slowly, her vision spinning as she tried to focus on the blurry figure infront of her. She touched her head, hissing as her fingers came in contact with the bump she had obtained when she was rudely knocked unconscious and dragged to that godforsaken cell. She pressed her eyes tightly together, ignoring the splintering headache she had.

"What happened to me?" Her voice came out cracked and laboured, almost making her seem weaker than she was. She hated it.

"Concussion," Negan replied, a smirk plastered on his hateful face. "All that blood.. Rushing to the head, y'know. Can't have been good."

Sarcasm dripped through his words as Lauren sat up on the hard mattress. She needed to get out, she needed to get back to Greenview. Back to Carl. She bit her tongue and her bright eyes met his dark ones, an unspoken promise of Death between the two.

I'll be the last thing you see before you die.

"Is there something you want," She questioned, her eyes flashed to the opened and possibly unguarded cell door. She'd mapped her route when Dwight had led her outside. She'd need to stop Negan for just enough time to run, and run until she was far, far away from the compound. She repositioned herself against onto top of the bed, her hand sliding down towards the shiv she had hidden, "Or are you just here to torment me some more?"

Negan ignored her question, a short chuckle leaving his lips as he scratched his bearded chin. She knew he was sizing her up, peeling apart the layers of her soul until he found what would hurt her the most, what would break her.

"He didn't stop wailing until I told him I'd kill you," He said after a long, thick silence. He was sat on a plastic chair, relaxed, his legs sprawled out, his hands resting on his stomach. He was still clothed in the leather jacket, a blood red scarf wrapped around his neck, "You really did a number on him."

She bit the inside of her cheek until she tasted her own blood in her mouth, her teeth clenched tightly together.

"We've known eachother a long time," She simply replied, her voice unwavering and calm.

Her hand slipped under the mattress, her fingers grazing the cool metal spring she had fashioned into a shiv. She teased it out from under the hard mattress with her fingertips, her eyes never leaving Negan.

"How'd he lose the eye?" He pressed on, still smirking. "Domestic dispute?"

Lauren clenched her jaw, forcing her lips up into a defiant smirk that matched the ferocity of his own. She knew it annoyed him that she wouldn't give him a reaction.