Heal || A Negan Fanfiction

Chapter 8: Dandelion

Warning: Graphic content ahead...

I said it. Almost as soon as the words left me, his lips were on mine. It was a kiss that burned with passion.

When we broke for air, he leaned his forehead on mine. "I'll always keep you safe, I promise. I won't let that asshole step foot near you again, doll." He whispered. With a small smile, I pulled him in for another soft kiss. I was quite surprised at myself with how much I enjoyed it. His lips just felt so right on mine... His touch felt right.

Negan began to plant little kisses along my jawline. It made me a bit ticklish causing me to let out a light giggle. Hearing me laugh, he smiled into the kisses.

The sudden sound of a knock on the door made us freeze. "Fuck." Negan groaned irritatedly. Before he got up to answer the door, I gave him one more small kiss.

"Sir, someone from Alexandria just tried breaking in." Dwight said when Negan answered the door.

Negan looked over at me. "To be continued." He said with smile. With that, he picked Lucille up and walked out.

All alone and lost in thought, I pressed a finger against my lips. I was giddier than someone who just won the lottery... But I remembered that it probably wasn't anything special to him. After all, he had five other women that were way prettier than I'll ever be. The thought of him being with another woman really started to irk my nerves.

The rest of my day was incredibly boring. I couldn't even talk to Dwight because he was with Negan taking care of business. So, I walked outside around the sanctuary just to explore. It was bustling with energy. There were people tending to a garden, and others were pushing wheelbarrows of supplies.

"Excuse me, miss." A small voice called behind me. I turned to face a little girl with bright blue eyes peering up at me. She grabbed my hand and put a little dandelion in it. "That man over there wanted me to give this to you." The girl pointed to Erik who was working in the garden.

I couldn't find the right words. "Are you one of Mr. Negan's wives?" She asked.
"Um... Yeah, actually I am. How'd you know?" I asked with a friendly smile.
"Because you're really pretty!"
"Aw thank you!"

She skipped along back to the garden. Erik watched as I purposely dropped the dandelion on the ground. I then turned to go back inside. Obviously, he couldn't take a hint.

I knew he'd never let up. Knowing him, he would keep trying to pull idiotic stunts like that just to get me back.

That night after a shower, I laid in my bed alone just staring at the ceiling. Sleep wasn't coming very easy.

Even though Negan was probably somewhere in the compound, I missed him. Being clingy was never my thing, but I just wanted to be with him so badly. I stared at the empty spot next to me with tired eyes. "Get over it. You'll see Negan tomorrow." I muttered to myself, shutting my eyes to go to sleep.

I managed to doze off for a few minutes until I heard a knock at my door. It's common sense to ask, "who's there," when someone knocks. But my exhaustion was to the point where I just didn't care. I opened the door, hoping that maybe Negan would be standing there.

Unfortunately, it was Erik. He was completely silent. So I cracked the door to where he could only see my face. "Um... Can I help you?" I asked with one eyebrow raised.

In a split second, he forced the door completely opened and came in. Erik then closed it and made sure it was locked. My stomach sank, I knew it'd be impossible for anyone to be able to barge in and help me if need be. "Hey! What the hell? I never said you could come in!" I yelled. He didn't seem to like my tone so he grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and clamped a hand over my mouth.

"Shut the fuck up. No one is allowed to hear you." He growled. There was nothing but pure evil in his eyes.

I had to act quickly, so I punched him right in the stomach. His face almost went blue as he fell onto the floor. It didn't phase me at all to see him gasping for air. In fact, I saw it as a chance to make it out of this unharmed.

    Hurriedly, I tried running passed him towards the door but he grabbed my leg and pulled me to the ground. My head landed so hard that I could practically see stars floating around me.

Erik dragged me closer to him by my leg. "HELP!" I screamed as loud as possible. He pinned me down onto the ground and slapped me. "Fuck! I told you to keep your goddamn mouth shut!" Erik growled through gritted teeth. His breath reeked of alcohol. That horrid smell made my stomach churn. Just one whiff of it brought back tons of bad memories.

I struggled underneath, trying to wriggle free from his hold. "Please get off! What do you want from me?" I cried out.

He simply laughed, leaning closer and closer to my face. Erik began kissing up my neck. "I want you."

Panic began to sweep over me. "SOMEONE PLEASE HEL-" Before I could finish, he clamped his hand on my mouth again. This time though, it was pressed up to me even more which made it impossible to breathe through. His other hand began to squeeze my neck tightly.

"Don't make me tell you again." Erik began running his hands up my body. My desperate cries were muffled by him, making me feel so helpless. There was no possible way I could get myself out of this monstrosity.

"Arabella?" Someone suddenly yelled outside the door. It was Negan. Not even that could stop Erik, he continued on and began pulling down my pajama shorts. I whimpered as loud as I could. He knew that I was still a virgin, but he was just too drunk to care.

Negan was trying to open the door but of course it was locked. Hastily, I bit Erik's hand so I could yell to Negan. I bit down so hard and even drew blood but I had to be relentless. "FUCK!" Erik shouted, slapping me again.

"NEGAN!!" I cried, still trying to wriggle free. Just hearing me scream was enough to send Negan over the edge. I could hear as he began to throw himself against the door to bust it down, followed by a series of swears.

All I could think about was the regret I had. If only I didn't intervene that night in the cell hall... None of this would be happening. I cared too much and this is where it got me.

The sound of Erik unzipping his pants snapped me from my thoughts. I began sobbing and screaming as loud as possible. "Please! NO NO NO JUST STOP!"

Erik forcefully sucked on my neck as he pulled down my panties, getting even closer to achieving goal.

It all seemed to be one big blur. A huge crash came from behind us. "YOU MOTHERFUCKING FUCK!" Negan yelled as be came into the room. In a flash, Erik was yanked off of me and thrown at the wall.

I laid there in shock, watching Negan beat Erik senseless with his barehands. He had such a violent rage that it was almost hard to watch. Negan grabbed him by his hair and started to slam his head on the floor repeatedly until all of the sudden he paused. "I think Lucille would like to have some fun too... I'll be right back." Negan dragged Erik out of the room and down the hall.

I laid there in dead silence. My face still stung from his harsh slaps, and I could feel the spot on my neck where his lips once were. It all was enough to make me vomit, so I did.

Desperately, I crawled to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet. I felt beaten, violated, and all around horrible. Once I was done, I dropped to the bathroom floor in a weak sobbing mess.

Everything had gone from bad to worse. First the community, then Erik completely turned on me... Now this. There was no point in even trying anymore.

From the way things were, I couldn't help but believe that all hope was lost. Erik who used to be the sweetest person ever, had become a monster. He's living breathing proof that world clearly had nothing but bad intentions for me.

Staying with Negan made things seem somewhat better. But at the end of the day, I would still always be just another one of his wives. I figured that he probably didn't care for me nearly as much as I did about him.

'Nothing will be the same... Nothing will get better.' I thought.

There I was, laying on the bathroom floor as a broken person. I knew I didn't belong in this world anymore.