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eighteen.

"Please don't go, Carl."
I beg.
"Please don't."

"Why shouldn't I?"
He sneers, grabbing a clean t-shirt and throwing it in his bag.
"That makes no sense."

"Because I don't want you to!"

"And I want to!"

"It's a suicide trip."
I whisper.
"You know that. You know that, Carl! It's suicide!"

"Bullshit."

"It is suicide!"

"I wear the pants in this relationship, Sage, I don't take orders from you."
He says.
"Sit down and be quiet."

"Are you trying to prove something?"
I ask.
"Are you trying to prove something because it seems like you are. You don't have to track down Alpha just so everyone knows you're not a kid. News flash, Carl, Muhammad Ali was ranked an amateur boxer when he was twelve, but he was still a fucking kid!"

"I'm not going to be gone for that long! Don't be annoying."

"I'm not being annoying, I'm being cautious!"

"I have things to do."
He says, grabbing his bag.
"You're going to make me late."

"You don't know what she's capable of."

"Did you know what Negan was capable of?"

I swallow the string of curse words I was going to yell, daddy's mouth of a sailor is really beginning to take a toll on me.

"You didn't know Glenn very well, but I did."
The boy sneers.
"You didn't know Abraham, but I did. You didn't know Spencer, but I did."

I was honestly at a loss for words because I had no idea what his point was. His arguments always seemed to turn invalid, but he keeps talking, and to this day it still confuses me.

"My life is a living hell."

"All of our lives are a living hell."
I whisper.
"All of ours."

"Like I said, I'm going to be late."

"Carl, you always leave when we're on bad terms."

"It's your fault, I need independence and you won't give it to me."

"One day you're not going to come back."

"I can't wait for that."

My body felt like it had been turned completely inside out, thrown in the dryer, and folded before being placed on a shelf in a linen closet.

"Bye."
That single word was all I could muster up, my hands were shaking, and I felt ill, as if the color from my body had drained completely.

Rolling his eye, he lets out a loud huff and walks out of the bedroom, slamming the front door behind him.

When I knew it was safe to leave his house, I did so, grabbing my knife and booking it out the back door, trying my best to avoid survivors at all costs.