𝓟𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓭† negan✔[Complete]

𝕊𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟.

"I just don't think you're old enough for him." My mom tells me as I melt in annoyance against the dinner table, "he's a grown ass man, Emmett. He knows what he wants, he's going to use you because you're just a pretty little thing." She sounded concerned, but I could give a rats ass what she thought. I haven't since she made me go on meds to 'calm' me down.

"Oh yeah? And Chris is any better? He's drugged up, and a cheater." I snapped. It had been a while since I even thought about numbing myself with those stupid pills, "I like being with Negan. And it's going to stay this way. I might even move back to be with him."

"Oh no, you're not moving back. You're going to graduate and become a doctor!" My mother slammed her hands on the table, "why are you so hard-headed?" She asked me, narrowing her eyes as I stood up, challenging her in a way I knew she wouldn't like at all.

"Because all you do is snuff me out. Punish me for being myself. I can't take it anymore. I wanted freedom, and moving away was the only way." I stare her down, "I'm already a resident doctor there. I've learned all I need to know. You'd be surprised at how easy it is to kill someone without getting caught." With that, I leave her. Pulling open the door, letting it hit the wall and bounce back as I step out of the house.

"Did you just threaten me? I can have you arrested!" Mom yelled at me, waving around her phone to prove something to me. Some mother she turned out to be. It was just typical of her to threaten me with the cops. It only proved to me that she was afraid of me.

"Go for it. I've got nothing to fucking lose." I tell her, walking out to the street to Negans truck. I open the passenger side door, as I'm about to pull myself up into the seat, my mom stopped me.

"If you get in the truck with this man, you're not coming to your brothers birthday. Or any other holiday for that matter if he's going to be there." She looked at Negan who stared her down from his seat. He looked at me for my answer. Was I about to lose contact with my mother to be with this man who might not love me back?

It was worth the risk, just to be away from this form of hell.

"It's your fucking loss, Jenna." I say her name, watching the pain gloss over her pale blue eyes. It was the kind of pain I liked to inflict onto her because she deserved to be hurting like she hurt me so many times before, "you're the one who's losing out. I'm done with being cooped up. I want to be free, and with Negan, I rule the world."

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I sit next to Negan as a guy I knew back from high school stood in front of us. Negan sat lazily on a throne-like chair. Johnson was this kids name, and he was the first of many to stand before the king in request of wealth like any good peasant would.

"I came to buy more powder for The Trade." Johnson glanced nervously at me. He didn't think I would be here, I couldn't blame him. I didn't even think I would be here either when I came home last month.

The Trade. It was what everyone on the inside called Negans drug movement. I still had no idea how a baseball coach for teenagers got so deep into becoming a drug lord. Or even a loan shark for that matter. But it didn't matter, because all I knew, is that I was by his side forever. If he would have me there.

"Don't I know you?" Johnson asked me, but Negan cut him off before he could get his answer.

"Don't talk to my girlfriend, or I'll fucking have your head." He threatened. Johnson looked away from me, back to Negan, "where's the money?" We watch Johnson bring forward a big duffle bag, along with two smaller ones. He opened them up, and I have never seen so many hundred dollar bills in my life. If I had that much money, I'd be able to finish paying off my school debts without a worry in the world.