Three Empty Words

Chapter Five

"You'll never take us alive. We swore that death would do us part. They'll call our crimes a work of art. You'll never take us alive. We'll live like spoiled royalty. Lovers and partners. Partners in crime... The skies are black with lead filled rain. A morbid painting on display. This is the night the young love died." ~ Set It Off (Partners in Crime)
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(Warning: Very brief sexual content. Read at your own risk)
Thea's PoV

Sitting in the corner, just to the right of the dart board in Carl's room, may not have been the best idea I've made in awhile. He was just absolutely horrible. I don't think he had actually hit the board once. The once brand new, white walls surrounding the circular board were now littered with holes. At the very least, throwing darts gave him something to take his frustrations out without punching someone.

I tried to contain my giggles watching him, knowing this was tense moment. Rick, Aaron, and Michonne were all in the room, trying to get us to go with them on a run for supplies. I didn't mind going, but my current agenda was to stay by Carl's side, so that meant I was staying here, because he didn't seem to be having any of it.

"You should come with us," Rick pleaded to his son.

"Someone's gotta be here with Judith," Carl sighed.

"There's people who want to help. We'll only be gone a few days at the most. We need supplies. They're gonna be coming back soon."

"Is this how it's gonna be now?"

"Yes, it is." All of us in the room kept quiet as we watched the two go back and forth. It was like watching a tennis match. Carl stopped for a moment, letting out a long sigh, before throwing another dart. "You know that." The dart soared the few feet between the board and Carl before lodging itself in the wall with the others. Carl started forward, ready to retrieve the darts.

"See you in a few days," he mumbled.  He kept his back to the adults in the room as he plucked the darts from the wall.

"Thea? I assume you're not coming either?" Rick asked, a little eager. My eyes flicked away from Carl over to his father, and I shook my head.

"Sorry, but someone's gotta watch over your son. He just might take his other eye out with his bad dart skills," I grinned, trying to lighten the mood in the room. Carl shot me a look as he gathered them all into his hands and walked back to his previous position, ready to throw another round. Rick nodded and turned around to face Michonne and Aaron.

"We should get going. He'll come around," he muttered, walking past them into the hall. I got to my feet and stood next to Carl, taking a dart from his hand. I could still hear the faint voices of Rick and Michonne in the hallway, so I had to keep the two of us in here until they left. I raised my arm and actually aimed where I was going to throw. With a flick of my wrist, the dart was released, soared through the air, and actually stuck on the board.

"I win!" I cheered, throwing my hands up in celebration, but Carl just wasn't in the mood today. He threw the rest of the darts in the wall and turned to exit the room. I frowned at his lack of communication and grabbed his wrist to hold him back.

"You know you can talk to me, right?" I questioned, my voice soft. He glanced back at me and nodded, before pulling away and heading downstairs. I sighed in frustration. He was growing distant. Ever since that night we watched our friends die, he'd been growing cold and aggressive.

I walked slowly down the steps, already hearing Carl arguing with Michonne. I side stepped them and went into the kitchen, looking for anything to keep me occupied until they were finished.

"What is there to figure out? How can we do this,"  Carl asked angrily, getting up from his chair and following Michonne, watching her pack a bag for her own trip. They were both in the kitchen now, making me stand off to the side awkwardly.