For The Ones I Love | Negan #Wattys2017

Part 13

We swung the door open, leaving the room we were once in and making our way down a hall I hoped we'd never have to see again.
It was eerily quiet and to be honest, this all seemed too easy.

As we got to the end of the East hall, I saw the door we needed to get out of. On the other side of it was where they parked all of their trucks, and then.. freedom.

Daryl squeezed my hand before we quickly made our way to the large, metal double doors.
He grabbed the handle, pulling one of the doors open when the worst possible thing that could have happened, actually happened.

I locked eyes with Negan as he leaned up against one of the Savior's trucks, surround by a small group of his men.

"Oh-ho holy shit!" Negan laughed in shock as Daryl and I just stood there, unable to escape, "Wow, you two shitheads are determined as fuck, aren't you?"

I bit hard at the inside of my cheek, surely causing some sort of damage as him and his men walked closer to the doors, forcing us to back into the main part of the compound again.

"Now, I'm gonna need to know which of of you has a death wish," he asked, slowly pointing Lucille to each of us, "Because that has to be the only reason you two keep escaping."

"Fucking kill them already, they're just wasting our time!" One of his men yelled.

"Quiet!" Negan harshly retorted at the small group that stood behind him.
He let out a heavy breath, locking eyes with me, "Now you know I don't like the silent treatment, dear." He said softly, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, "Just tell me and I won't make you clean up your little boyfriends brains."

I smacked his hand away, causing him to chuckle, "It was me." I said confidently, "I got out, I found him, and I'm the reason we're standing here right now."
Daryl stayed silent, but I knew he wasn't happy that I gave in so easily; I really didn't have much of a choice though.

Negan nodded, smiling and looking around at his men before looking back at me, "And how the fuck did you do all of that?"

I looked him in the eyes, smiling, hoping to hit a nerve, "Your wives are a bunch of stupid whores who are just dying to tell me all of your secrets."

His smile disappeared at my remark but quickly appeared on his face again, "Well, why'd you think I killed Tiffany?"
My heart stopped as he laughed and leaned down to now be face to face with me, "And why do you think I have you?" He smirked, "You're my smart little whore!"

Immediately, Daryl swung for him but Negan must have already anticipated it because he quickly ducked causing Daryl to just miss.
"Come on Daryl," Negan chuckled as Daryl was harshly grabbed by the other men, "It's time to face the facts; smell the fucking daisies! She's not yours anymore!"

And with that, I took the opportunity to do something I knew Negan wasn't anticipating; I hit him.
I knew I wasn't as strong as anyone else in this room, but I knew I could hurt him, and that's all I could ask for right now.

I let my fist fly directly at Negan's face, it harshly colliding with his jaw, the same place Daryl had hit just days earlier.

The room became silent as his men just stared back and forth between Negan and I, waiting for some sort of reaction.
Slowly, his evil laugh began to fill the room as fear filled me.

I looked to Daryl for comfort but all I saw was the panic in his eyes, "Run!" He yelled, and I did just that.

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