Living with the Dead.(twd)

Dead Already. (142)

MADISON'S POV.
When I finally arrive home Carl is pacing impatiently around the sitting room.
"There you are! I thought maybe... nevermind you're here, you're fine." He calms himself down but fine is not the word I would use to describe how I feel right now.
Jenna just called me a whore and I couldn't even defend myself because i've been hanging around two guys. One who I have confused feelings for and another who I love but i'm already pregnant.
When I don't say anything for a while Carl looks up at me he frowns.
"You are okay, right?" He asks.
"Uh, yeah." I croak and quickly dismiss myself, rushing upstairs.

I run into my room and lock the door behind me. I hear footsteps on the stairs and then a knock on the door.
"Mads?" Carl calls.
"What?"
"You're not fine. I know I promised but you need to tell me what's going on." He speaks as quietly as possible through the door.
"I can't. " I sigh
"What do you mean you can't?" He fumes.
"Jenna, has something on me and now I owe her but i'm pretty sure I screwed things up." I groan.
"What? Wh- .... Can you please just open the door so we can talk face to face." He begs.
"Its easier talking to you through a door. It helps me admit things." I whisper and i'm not even sure he heard me until he mumbles back "What things?"
"Carl, theres something I need to tell you and I've needed to tell you for a while now. I just didn't know how to say it." I say while I walk over to the door. I'll just say what needs to be said and then open the door so we're face to face.
"But i'm saying it now. Carl, i'm pr-"
"Whats going on? Is Mads in there? Is she okay?" Ricks voice interupt.
I scream through my teeth. When can I ever say what needs to be said? Its like the universe doesn't want me to tell Carl.

Rick bangs loudly on the door.
"Mads what going on in there?" He yells.
"Nothing!" I groan.
"I need to talk to you." He tells me.
I sigh and open the door Rick walks in and Carl steps into the doorway but Rick stops him. "I need to talk to her alone."
Carl flings his arms into the air dramatically and grunts. "Why is everybody keeping secrets today?" He yells.
"Carl Please." Rick asks once more.
Carl sighs and walks away.
Rick closes the door and sits beside me on the bed.
"So how do you know about Pete?" He demands. I sit back propery in my bed. If I wanna explain this right I may aswell get comfy.
"He's Rons dad, but you know him as Jessie's husband,  i'm guessing you don't wanna think about it like that. I know a lot about him." I murmur.
"What do you know?" He says through his teeth and I know he's hoping I don't know.
"I know he's dangerous. Jessie's terrified of him. This needs to stop. He beats her Rick. He hits her, makes her bleed and leaves her unconscious. He doesn't love her he just uses her. It makes me sick." I spit.
"You know he abuses her?" He whispers.
"Yes."
"Are you 100% sure? Do you know this for a fact?" He questions.
"I promise you, I know this as a fact."
"How?" He pushes for more information.
I'm silent for a minute, how do I even explain this?
"He, um, well it started when the 'w's attacked and-"
"The wolves." He cuts me off.
"What?"
"The 'W' stands for wolves. They were a group. Morgan knew about them." Rick explains.

I keep that information locked away in my head so I can tell Beth.
"Anyways continue." He urges.
"So the wolves attacked and I was with Ron. We needed to find shelter and his house was closer so we ran inside. Jessie told me Pete was in the infirmary so I went down and I saved him but when we got back to the kitchen I needed to go find you guys. I didn't know who was alive or not, but they didn't want me to leave.  So he..."
I couldn't finish my sentence because I was afraid of Ricks reaction and I was right to be. When I look down at his hands he has them balled into fists so tight that his knuckles were turning white.
"What? WHAT DID HE DO?" He yells getting to his feet. His hand automatically finds his holster but theres no gun. We're not allowed guns inside the walls it's Deannas rules. But Rick wants him dead, I know that now.

I feel my own eyes widen at his action so I grab his hands and guide him back to my bed. He sits next to me.
"He hit me, thats not what was my point. It was my first clue though. The second is the defeated, ashamed and fearful look in Jessies eyes. It was horrible. The final clue is the black eye and the stitches on her forehead." I explain.