< Part 2 of the Lucille imagine; broken. Read part 1 if you haven't! >
Negan let out a massive scream, he took ahold of his ruined Lucille and cried like a little baby.
His face was red, and he was holding onto the bat so tight he got splinters all over his dangerous hands.
Negans worst nightmare came true, he didn't care about his wives, or his men, or even you.
He didn't care who hurt Lucille, she was gone. He couldn't get her back, no tape or glue would ever fix the mess you made.
Negans heart pounced in his chest, he chocked and began to cry even harder.
The man that threatened you, and killed your family, was broken. All the pain you felt was unleashed on him– revenge was served.
Negan led on the floor, holding what was left of her.
His voice was hoarsey and his eyes were red, full of heartbreak and loss.
But in your eyes, it was just a stupid bat that was a weapon.
But to Negan, that was his pride and joy.
His deceased wife that he clung onto in the form of an object, and that, was taken away from him.
Never to be the same again.
