Don't Leave Me -DISCONTINUED/READ NEWEST CHAPTER-

The Day Will Come When You Won't Be

WOO! Two chapters in one day. (technically two since it's a little past midnight but who cares). Damn, I'm spoiling you guys. 

Enjoy

~C. 

I don't see it happen. 

Mama and Pa are all too happy to see me. 

So when Negan introduces himself, I half hope that he won't let them take me. 

He squats next to me with a large grin, reaching a leather glove out and placing it on my head. 

I try not to flinch under his touch but all he does is ruffle my hair. 

"Look at that boys. A family reunited!" He shouts as he pats my head. "What do you say, kid? Wanna go with mommy and daddy?" 

I should of politely declined him since he could easily kill me but instead I let out a whimper. 

It was pathetic, I know but that was the only way I could express my emotion. 

Here, I had just turned over a new leaf and left the past behind only for it to come back and kick me in the ass. 

Negan reaches out and grabs my shirt, hauling me to my feet with him. "C'mon kid. You're going home!" He cheers, dragging me towards the group of menacing looking men. 

"Stop it!" Maggie screams. "Leave him alone!" 

I twist in his grasp, wanting to run and comfort Maggie. 

My feet barely touch the ground as I try to keep up with Negan's strides to the group. 

One of the men grabs the gun that I had shoved in my waistband and another grabs a small flip knife I got from Glenn. 

"Stop! Let me go!" I finally find my voice. 

"What's wrong? Don't wanna see momma and pops?" Negan pouts. 

"Stockholm syndrom!" Mama declares. "They've messed with his brain!" 

I want to go home. 

I shake my head violently, harsh breaths caught in the fabric of my bandanna. 

"Little bandit has stockholm? Awww." Negan coos, grabbing and pinching my cheeks. 

He then drops his hands. "How old are you, kid?" 

"Thirteen." I mumble. 

"What's your name?" He pressured. 

My eyes gently roam over my group in the line with gravel digging into their knees. 

"Andrew Dylan... Rhee." I finally declare. "I am Andrew Dylan Rhee." 

"Harrison!" Pa snapped. "Your last name is Harrison!" 

"Not anymore!" I snap back. "It hasn't been. Not for years!" 

Negan places an arm between Pa and I to keep him from attacking me. 

"Well Andrew Dylan Rhee." He mimics me, clapping a hand to my shoulder. "Looks like you get to be a Savior. Now listen. Someone here has to pay for killing all my men. Just one. Pinky promise. So tell me. Who should I kill?" 

He crouches as though we were exchanging secrets and he has a giddy grin on his face. 

I swallow hard, some saliva dripping from the gaps between my wound. My eyes graze over each and every member. 

I don't want to chose. 

I turn towards Negan so that I can see him and he knows that I've made my choice.