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

Bad Touch

"Get off of me!" I growled at the large man. He had slammed me against a wall. 

It was night and I was heading towards my room. Negan had moved me to a smaller room by his and his wives. 

"You think yer so smart." The man grins. "Negan's just a little ol' pedo. Think he'll mind sharin' now that I know his dirty lil' secret." 

His hand them moves to touch my cheek. "You ain't too perdy, but that's al'ight." 

My hand twitches towards my pants where my knife is but I stop. I'm not sure how Negan would react to me murdering one of his. 

But the moment that his hand met the front of my pants, the knife was out and in his shoulder, the only place I could reach. 

He starts screaming and I struggle in his grip to grab my knife to stab him again. 

"What the FUCK is going on out here!?" Martin rounds the corner and demands. "Tony?" 

Tony turns and Martin can see me now. He sees the knife sticking out of Tony's shoulder. 

"Let him go." Martin barks. 

Tony lets go of me and I let go of Tony, falling to the ground. 

Martin stalks up to Tony, gripping my knife to pull it out but not before twisting it. 

Tony screams as Martin pulls the knife out and makes his way towards me. 

"Stand." He instructs. 

I scramble to my feet, heart pounding in my chest when Martin points the knife in my face. 

"You hit his shoulder. He wasn't left handed though, so that left you open to being overpowered by his dominant hand. You could of hit his lower rib, twisting to break it but it would of been hard to reach. You knew to not kill him no matter what he did." Martin then flicks his wrist so that the handle of the knife was facing me. "Good job, bub." 

My hand moves to take the knife. It grips the handle but I jerk when Martin's hand covers mine. "What did he do?" 

I'm suddenly struck with a memory, years ago. Glenn sat me down and asked me about the Governor. 

'Did he touch you?' 

Glenn told me about 'bad touch' and told me that if anyone tried it, to tell him. That he'd take care of it. 

But he wasn't here to take care of it. Martin was. 

And the words sound childish now that they leave my mouth. "Bad touch." 

Martin's eyes narrow as he turns to glare at Tony, who was bleeding out faster than he could move down the hall. 

Martin was a guard that was allowed to have a gun on him at all times. He was expected to protect the Sanctuary if anything were to happen at any time. 

He pulls the gun from it's resting place on his hip and shoots Tony twice in the back before finishing him off with a shot to the head. 

Martin then turns towards me and lowers himself to a knee. "Are you okay?" 

"Yeah." I'm glad that I didn't stutter. 

"Did he touch you?" Martin frowns. "Am I okay to touch you?" 

"I'm okay." I don't know if I'm trying to assure him or myself. 

Martin reaches a hand out and rests it onto my shoulder, frowning when I shudder at his touch. 

"You did good, bub." He assures me before standing. "Come." 

I blindly follow Martin down the hallway, my heart starting to calm down.