Beautifully Broken

New faces, old places.

The boy who must be Carl appeared in the doorway. He sounded much older than he looked. his bright blue eyes stood out just like my hazel ones, and his dark hair dipped down right along his eyebrow line, and clung to his neck and forehead. I gotta say, he's a pretty attractive-

"What're you doing here?" he spat, interrupting my thoughts.

"I was just- I kind of- this is my- umm.." I stuttered, trying to avoid his intimidating glare.

He leaned forward, obviously annoyed. "I haven't got all day." He then grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me out to the living room. "Dad!" he yelled.

"Carl?" the man yelled.

"We got a problem." Carl said, giving me a sideways glance.

Did he just call me "a problem?" What the hell, Carl. I just met you.

"Whose this?" Rick asked.

"I'm-" I began.

"I found her in the bedroom, all sprawled out on the floor, looked like she'd been crying or something."

I looked at the ground, to hide my pink cheeks. He noticed that I had been crying? Embarrassing.

"Well," Rick said, addressing me. "how many walkers you killed?"

"The apocalypse just started." I said

blankly. "But 1. Well 2, I guess."

"How many people you killed?" rick pressured.

"One," I choked out, about ready to cry.

"Why." he said, sounding more like a statement.

"It was my mom. she turned and I, I didn't know what to do, so I shot her." I rushed out, not letting the tears come.

Rick grabbed my shoulder and leaned down so he was my height and made eye contact with me. "You can come with us." He said with a slight smile.

As we started to walk out the door, Carl strode next to me and grabbed my hand. he put his lips next to my ear and hissed, "If you try anything, I mean anything, I will kill you." He said, squeezing my hand tighter and tighter until I whimpered and he let go.