Surviving All Out War (BOOK FIVE IN THE SURVIVING THE WALKING DEAD SERIES)

Anxiety

NEGAN'S POV

     I needed this. All these months I've spent with Michaela, I had completely forgotten what it's like to get a professional massage. Frankie has came to my room past the two days to give me a massage, and I'm beyond grateful for it. With each gentle pass of her fingers over my tense muscles, I could feel myself unwinding, melting away all of the stress.

     "Frankie, you're a lifesaver." I smiled with content.

     "It's what I'm here for." Frankie smiled. "You know, Tanya, Amber, and I miss you."

     "I know." I sighed.

     "It's like you forgot that you're married to us."

     "I didn't forget, which is why you still have all the wife privileges."

     "And yet you won't touch us, stopped having dinner with us, all you care about is Michaela."

     "She's my pregnant wife-"

     "But she's not your only wife." Frankie wiped her hands off on a towel and passed me my shirt. "I get that she's special to you, but we're still here, we're all waiting for you to give us some attention." I sat up and pulled my shirt on. "If not, at least let us see other people. We have needs, too, Negan."

     "No, it's against the fuckin' rules!"

     "See that?" Frankie chuckled. "That just proves that you still feel something for us, Negan." Frankie grabbed my hands and placed them on her sides. "You miss us, you just don't want to admit it. We can still be together, Negan."

     "Get out." I pulled my hands away.

     "Negan-"

"OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT, RIGHT NOW!"

     "Negan!" Simon yelled as he barged into the room.

     "Simon, don't you ever fuckin' knock?" Simon ignored me and turned to Frankie.

     "Out." Frankie rolled her eyes and stormed out of the room.

     "What the hell, Simon?"

     "I don't know how, but they did it."

     "What? Did they finally find a way out?"

     "No... in." My eyes instantly widened, Michaela escaped. She came home. "They're in the conference room." I quickly shoved past Simon and ran down the hall towards the conference room. Once inside, my heart sunk as MJ and Elijah turned to me.

     "Wh-Where's Michaela?"

     "Gone." MJ answered.

     "What the fuck do you mean 'gone'?"

     "Well, we were taken to the Hilltop and they were about to execute 'er-"

     "EXECUTE 'ER?"

     "By lynchin'." MJ nodded. "Anyways, they were about to hang 'er, but Daryl showed up and stopped it."

     "What happened?"

     "We escaped. We were on our own for a night and headed straight here. She went to scout ahead and told us to hide. Said if she didn't return to us in a half hour, then we had to head to the Sanctuary on our own."

     "She never came back?"

     "I think Daryl found 'er."

     "Where is he takin' 'er?"