Negan's Runner

Chapter 17

 I wake up to yelling and shouting the door to my room is flung open and Arot comes in screaming and pointing at me. I sit up realizing I have Negan's shirt on.

"Now you've gone and done it you dumb bimbo bitch." Arot yells at me. She pulls her gun out and points it at my face. I look at her and get out of the bed.

"Want to play another round of i'l beat your fucking ass?" I question. I grab the knife on the stand next to my body and push her to the floor. I hold the knife to her throat and press. I hear yelling again and then the door gets pushed open further. Negan walks in holding Lucille. He looks at me then at Arot and lets out a frustrated groan.

"Charlie." Negan says. I don't budge if anything I tighten the hold on the knife and press it harder. Blood seeps around the blade. "Charlie damn it let her go." I drop the knife and back away from her. I make my way to the bathroom and shut the door locking it before I make my way to the wall. I sit down and look at the door. I hear yelling and then nothing. I hear muffled voices and the door shut. 

"Charls." Negan whispers through the door.

"Go away Negan." I half yell.

"Please let me in." I hear him sit down outside my door.

"No Negan let me be please." 

"Did I ever tell you why I named the bat Lucille?" He ask.

"No." I crawl closer to the door and lean against it.

"Before all of this happened I was a gym coach. My wife. My wife her name was Lucille. I loved her I swear I did. I would have done anything for her. Months before the dead inherited the earth she got cancer. She wasn't what she used to be." I can hear his breath catch and a smooth release of breath. "I cheated on her. I left the school one day and met up with the girl and well we fucked. When I finally got home she was sicker then ever. She was so weak she couldn't lift her head up. I had to rush her to the hospital she died not long after." I can hear the tears, but make no move to open the door. "I turned to drinking and sex to heal the wound Lucille left. I guess she left a big one if I beat the fuck out of people with a baseball bat." I hear him laugh.

"We all make a mistake. We make them and we have to live them." I say through ground teeth. "You just happen to be so deep in yours you can't see past it." 

"Like you haven't done shit in your past." He says.

"I have." I whisper. "Before the world went to shit I was a bodyguard. I guarded the elite. They called me the hellbound. I was of unmatched skill. I've done things that I never want to think about." I say.

"What?" He ask.

"A couple months back. I was on my last job for the year. This young gangsters son. We got into bed with one another and when they came for him they got me. I got tied up in some sort of basement in New York.  I killed every single one of them to get out. The night that the undead started to rise. I got my brother killed. He was staying  with me in a flat in Newnan and a couple guys come in looking for me. We were about to leave heard the warnings on the t.v. to head to the cities. I wasn't going to the city, but to my brothers house in the mountains. It was secluded. They come in and I had to choose me or him and I choose my self." Tears fall down my face. I lift my hands up and wipe them away.

"You made a choice. It's ok." Negan reassures me.

"You don't understand. I tried my hardest to make sure he was never involved with any of my work. Hell I went as far as wiping his name out of any kind of records and hiding him. I let my guard down and he payed the price. I was never the best sister and growing up I was prone to making all the wrong choices. I fought for everything." I say. "Negan. I'm sick. Well i'm dying really have been since I was 13. Thats when I choose to live on the edge. I used to have medicine to control it. Without it it causes me to do what I did in the meeting and other things like that. My brain isn't getting the oxygen it needs. The doctors thought they had it figured it out. Turns out they only made it worse. I'm a ticking time bomb. I'm going to die and it doesn't matter who it hurts. You think your past was bad. Mine is in the pits of hell."

"Why tell me this Charlie?" Negan ask.

"Because on the contrary what you think I love you. I think you can be better than this place. Better then the person who killed Glenn and Abraham. Better than the person that choose to line us up and kill two people. The person who is trying to kill Daryl you are better than it all. You can show everyone and your communities that you are better than that." I say. I reach up and unlock the door. I push slightly and Negan moves.

"You can be someone worth loving." I say. I touch his face and walk past him into the hall towards the noise.

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COMING TO AN END GUYS