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

The Boy at the Door

"Yes?" Tanya, one of Negan's eight wives, opens the door. Negan was asleep and whoever was knocking on the door would wake him up. 

Tanya looks into the green eyes of a blond haired boy. 

"I'm looking for Sherry." The boy tells her. 

"Sherry is sleeping. Go back to your room." Tanya goes to shut the door but the boys bare foot sticks itself in between. 

"Please," The boy begs. "She said I could come."

Tanya rolls her eyes and lets out a sigh but goes and fetches the woman. 

"Why are you waking me up?" Sherry mumbles as Tanya shakes her. 

"There's a child at the door. He's asking for you." Tanya tells her. "He won't go away." 

Sherry sits up and pulls a robe over her lingerie, pushing past Tanya to go to the door. 

Sure enough, there is the short boy, peering up at her. 

Sherry steps out into the hallway, closing the door behind her so that the others couldn't hear her. 

Now in the light of the dimly lit hallway, Sherry can see that the top of his shirt has a few drops of blood. The left side of the bandanna on his face, however, is soaked. 

"You're hurt." Sherry comments, reaching out towards him. 

He flinches away, eyes falling to the ground. "You said to come and find you if it got bad." 

"Let me see." Sherry reaches towards the bandanna but Andrew grabs her hand. 

"I have to tell you something first." He mumbles. "I was shot a few months ago. In my mouth. It took out some of my teeth and my cheek. That's what's under this bandanna. Peter and Gianna were tugging at the skin around my wound and they made it raw and now it's bleeding." 

Andrew then lets go of her hand and she grabs the edge of the bandanna, tugging it down. 

"Oh, sweetheart..." Sherry mumbled as she looked at the wound. 

She could see the edges of where it had healed and there were bits of new torn skin, pink, raw and bleeding. Some of them bleed sluggishly and others bled profusely. 

"Dwight wouldn't answer the door." He mumbles. "I came here second." 

Now that she could see his mouth, she saw the way that his mouth moved to accommodate for the missing bits of flesh and teeth.

She always knew that he said his words different, but she just thought that it was an accent. Now, she knew that it was because he was missing part of his face and jaw. 

"C'mon. Let's go and get you cleaned up." Sherry tells him, pleased when he lets her take his hand to lead him down the hallway. 

"Do you think that Negan will let me see Maggie?" Andrew questioned as he walks beside her. "She raised me for three years or so." 

"Who raised you before that?" The question slips from Sherry's lips. 

"My sisters." Andrew mumbles. "Even before. I've been with them since I was four. The world ended when I was six." 

"What about your parents?" Sherry can't help but ask. 

"They took me away from them. They raised me despite going to college and struggling to support themselves. But they took in their sick four year old brother." Andrew shrugs. 

"Why did they take you from your parents?" Sherry pushes. 

"They were hurting me. I didn't know when I was little, but looking back on it. Yeah, they were hurting me." Andrew nods. "I thought that they were angry. That I was bad." 

"When did they take you? Why when you were four?" Sherry pulls Andrew down the hallway to the infirmary. 

"That was the first time that Pa... Peter hit me." Andrew grew quiet, stumbling every few steps now. "I called Andrea and she came and took me away, yelling to him that if she ever saw him again that she would call child services and get them thrown in jail." 

"I'm sorry." Sherry wasn't sure how to reply. 

"Don't be. Everyone is always sorry." Andrew trips, gathering his balance again. "Sometimes, I wish that people wouldn't talk." 

They make it to the infirmary and Sherry patches him up, white gauze strips replaced the bandanna that was now soiled in blood. 

From there, they go and Sherry picks him out another set of pajamas. He changes and they ditch his others, dirty, raggedy and bloody tattered shreds of clothes. 

Sherry was startled at how light he was when she carries him back to her room. 

She shared her room with eight other women. One of them was usually always gone, sleeping with Negan. 

Sherry tries to not to wake anyone as she enters but they are all awake already. They noticed she was gone and panicked. 

"Sherry, what are you thinking, leaving!" Tanya screeches at her before she notices the half asleep boy in her arms. "That's the boy from the door!" 

"Shhh." Sherry shushes her friends. "Don't wake him." 

"What are you doing with him?" Frankie questioned. 

"He's the one from before. Isn't he?" Amber quietly inquired. "The one that Negan said someone was beating." 

"He is." Sherry nods. "I told him that he could find me when things got bad." 

"Is he okay?" Alice frowns. 

"He'll be fine with some sleep." Sherry promises as she gently lay him in her bed, pulling the sheets to cover him. 

"Negan will be pissed when he learns that you left." Janice, a rather annoying wife, comments. 

"He'll forgive me when he learns who it was for." Sherry shakes her head. 

"Doubt that." Janice mutters. 

"Where is he!" Pounding on their door began. Most of the girls squeaked, hiding or panicking. 

Andrew bolts upright, eyes wide. 

He climbs out of the bed, heading towards the door. 

"Get away from that." Sherry moves towards him as his hand moves towards the doorknob. 

"You're in danger." Andrew comments. "You'll stay safe this way." 

"We can wake Negan up." Frankie suggests. "He'll protect us." 

"Yes. He'll protect you." Andrew nods as his fingers grasp the lock. 

"Don't  you do that." Sherry stands but Amber grabs her arm. 

"I'll be okay. You helped me tonight. Let me help you." Andrew tells her. 

"This isn't going to fucking help me!" Sherry snaps. "Helping me would be you staying here." 

"I'll be okay." Andrew gives her a smile that's half clouded by the bandages on his face. "Thank you for caring. Even if only for a night." 

With that, Andrew turns the lock on the door.