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

Porn Mags and Panic Attacks

This chapter contains sexual content and porn magazines. Just an FYI...

Being tackled by someone feels like you've been hit by a small freight train. 

But of course, I've just been tackled by an adult woman. 

Negan's wife, I think her name was Amber, had tackled me away from the door. 

We hit the floor and she holds me, trying to protect me from the hard ground as we land. 

I let out a groan of pain and Amber pants, sitting up and I fall into her lap. 

"Jesus Christ, Andrew!" Sherry darts towards my side, tugging me to my feet as she smashes me to her chest in a hug. "Don't you fucking do that again!" 

Negan exits one of the other doors with Alice, wearing nothing but boxers. His hair stuck up and he was blinking sleepy eyes. He scratched his crotch, eyes looking around the room. "What's all the noise?" 

All of the women began to talk over each other but Negan holds his hand up and they fall silent. He rakes his eyes over the room before they fall on me. 

"Andrew? You harassing my girls?" He grins. 

"N-no!" I stumble away from Sherry, bowing my head. "I'm sorry." 

"Jeez, kid. It was a joke. But for real, why are you here at the ass crack of dawn?" Negan folds his arms, waiting for an answer. 

"I'm hiding!" I blurt the lie. I didn't want Dwight or Sherry or any of the other women to get in trouble. 

Negan lets out a sigh and his face softens barely. "I see your face is fixed up." 

"Sherry helped me." I didn't think that I could lie about that. 

"Let me see." Negan crosses the room, kneeling in front of me. He placed on hand onto my shoulder and pulls back the bandage with the other. 

My face was exposed and I squeeze my eyes shut. 

"That shit is badass!" Negan grins. "How the fuck did you manage that?" 

"I... I was shot..." I mumble, trying to keep my tears in. 

"Woah. Talk some more. That shit is cool!" Negan gets into my face, eyes peering at the hole in my jaw where he could see my tongue move when I spoke. 

"What do you want me to say?" I whisper. 

"You could read me the bible for all I care. Tell me to worship Jesus Christ for fucks sake. That shit is awesome. Don't cover that up." Negan tells me. 

He peels the bandage off all the way, crumpling it in his hand. I guess that the bleeding had stopped because it doesn't feel wet anymore. 

"I can't cover it up?" I can't help it when my voice goes up, squeaking a little at the end. 

"Nope." 

That would prove to be a problem. Peter hated seeing my face. He would want me to cover it up. 

"I ca-... okay." I bow my head. "Okay." 

"Ooo! Read me a story!" Negan gets giddy. "Fetch us a book, Beatrice!" 

Beatrice returns with a magazine and hands it to me. 

I had been secretly practicing my reading but I didn't need to know how to read. The naked woman on the front of the magazine made me drop it. 

"C'mon kid. Ain't you ever see a pussy before?" Negan laughs.

 No. I hadn't. 

"You brought him a porn mag?" Sherry was appalled.