A Spark (A Carl Grimes Fanfiction)

Confronted

Carl's P.O.V
I slip away from the crowd, the noise, the questions. But not Enid. She's right here by my side. And for the first time since I've got back, I don't want her by my side. I don't want her or anyone else near me. I want to be alone.

I notice Ron walking toward us as we made our way to my house.

Is he about to start something? In broad daylight? With tons of people around?

Where the hell is Jessie?

"Carl. Enid."

"Ron," I reply.

"Sorry for everything. Ya know, with the whole eye thing and stuff," he apologizes bitterly.

But it wasn't an apology at all. It was a stab. He glances at Enid and gives her a dirty look.

"No problem. Sorry your dad had to die. Such a dick, ya know?" I spit back.

Enid shifts her weight uncomfortably.

"So how's the relationship? I can only imagine how much it must be sucking right about now with the big news."

Enid and I look at him questioningly.

"I'm referring to the pregnancy, "he obnoxiously whispers, "and the relocation to that other shit community," he finishes in a regular voice.

"How do you know about that?" I ask.

"Come on dumbass, you don't actually think I sit around at home all day. Do you?" he gloats.

Enid's eyes widen a bit at that remark, causing Ron to notice.

"Oh shit. You two actually did think I stayed at home all day?!" he asked dumbfounded, then bursts into a fit of laughter.

"I'm not leaving Carl. I actually care about him."

"Of course you do. Who couldn't care about an ugly fuck with a gaping hole in his face?"

Before I was aware of my actions, my hands are around his throat. Squeezing. And it feels so damn good. I feel this little flame ignite within me and it grows larger and larger and hotter and hotter with every passing second. And I don't want to let go. I never want to let go.

He's choking, hands slapping at me, eyes wide, face scared. He's dying. I'm winning. I've won.

She's grabbing my arms trying to break my grasp and finally she does. Ron falls to the ground.

"Carl, this is bad. This could get you in so much trouble. You can't let him get to you."

"Shut up," I whisper before turning and walking to my house.

"Get up and leave," Enid growls to Ron, "next time you come around I won't stop him."

I lost again. I keep losing. She won.