𝓟𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓭† negan✔[Complete]

𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖.

"Where were you? You didn't come home last night, and your brother drove himself to school! In your dangerous Hummer!" My mother didn't even wait until she fully knew I was in the room before she began to yell at me like I was still a teenager, stumbling into the house at ungodly hours of the morning blitzed out of my mind.

"Mom, he's going to be eighteen. He can handle my truck." I say, holding my head as I leaned over a bowl of cereal. My head was pounding, and her voice didn't make it any better. "I'm twenty-six, I can fucking be out all night without you getting down on my fucking case!" I raised my voice towards her.

I looked at her, she looked appalled that I rose my voice to her. I was normally fairly nice to my mother, but she'd become very, exceedingly annoying in the last few years that I had been gone. I just wanted her to shut up. For her own good. I wasn't above hitting my elders, so what made her think I wouldn't hit her straight in her mouth?

God. I'm a terrible person.

"Where were you? I'm your mother. I have the right to come down on you." She put her hands on her hips as I swirled the Cheerios with my spoon in hopes to stir up the sugar at the bottom, "are you taking your meds?"

"Mom, I was with a friend," I reply to her a bit gentler, knowing that if I said that I spent the night with Negan, she would blow her lid and probably call his wife just to teach us both a lesson. Even if it cost him his marriage, "what does it matter if I'm taking them still? I'm fine."

"What friend? All your friends moved away." She said harshly, "and you know exactly why you need to be taking them still. Your anger is flaring up." she said it like my temper was a bad rash I got on my skin. I closed my eyes, breathing as calmly as I could. Was she really upset over this? Or was she mad at something else that had happened to her and she was taking it out on me?

"What the fuck, is your fucking problem?" I asked her, opening my eyes and looking at her. My voice slowly elevating, "why are you grilling me? I can fucking hang out with people that aren't my friends! It's how you make new ones, mother!" I get up abruptly, sending my chair toppling over, and the milk from my bowl all over the table, "fucking shit lady, why do you always make such a big deal whenever I come home?!" I grabbed my bag, my shoes, my coat, heading for the door.

"Where are you going?" She followed me as I threw open the door, walking out toward the road barefooted, "where will you go?"

"Away from you! Far the fuck away from you!" I yelled, not looking back at her, "I'm not a kid any more mom, you don't run my life anymore." and neither did those pills.

"Where are you going?" I look up as Negan pulled up beside me a few houses down from mine in his massive black truck. I rolled my eyes.

"Leave me the fuck alone." I tell him, looking back at my mother as she stared at me from the driveway, "my mother is watching." I keep walking. He drove next to me slowly, "I thought you didn't want anyone to see us together?" I asked him as he hid behind sunglasses and tinted windows.

"Yeah, well, I think I can get over what the fuck everyone thinks for just a moment." Negan leans over and pops open the door, "no one owns me."

"I didn't think you were a guy who gave a fuck." I stop, watching him drive forwards a little before reversing his truck back to me.

"I don't give any fucks." He smirked, "are you getting into the fucking truck, or what? I've got shit to do, woman." I rolled my eyes, tossing my bag and shoes onto the floor of the passenger seat before pulling myself into the lifted truck. When I sat down, he sped off, taking me away from my mother.

"I've got a killer headache," I tell Negan as he pulls up to a warehouse. He chuckled, removing his sunglasses. I just wanted to sleep for the rest of my life after the shit I had to go through with that woman.