My Little Pup

Chapter 1

Past.

Something that not everyone is proud of.

Everyone has a past. There are the few lucky ones whose past is exactly that, history; never again to surface. Then again, the past can have a way of coming back and biting you in the butt. Or better yet, your past can affect the lives of those around you.

I never would have fathomed that the repercussions from my father's past would come knocking one day and forever change my life.

My name is Samantha Owens; Sam for short. Two weeks are left in my summer vacation from college, I'm preparing to start my sophomore year as a biology major at Terminus University. While home on break, I spent most of my time caring for my grandmother. She has stage four breast cancer and I serve as her caregiver whenever I'm available. However, today I am at home because she has an appointment at the local hospital, my uncle always drives her to her appointments.

Around noon, I hear a knock on my bedroom door.

"Hey Sam, come outside for a moment. There's someone who wants to meet you," my father wearily states.

Something was off. He is very hesitant and I could sense a tinge of worry and uncertainty in his voice. Who would want to meet me that would cause this reaction from him? It's rare when someone comes to the house that I haven't previously met. But, I did not question him. I rose off my bed, where I had previously been reading, and proceed to follow him down the hallway towards our back door. We walk through the door and into the heavy heat that lingered outside. My eyes immediately land on the strangers.

"Well, look what we have here!" speaks an unknown gentleman. He is standing on the landing of our back porch. There was another strange man beside him. My father wordlessly walked over and stood next to the man.

This man is definitely a stranger. Standing near six foot five, wearing a leather jacket, red scarf, jeans, and combat boots. Not the type of clothes that people wear in our neck of the woods. A devilish smirk is plastered on his face that immediately gives me an uneasy feeling. That, along with the fact that my father will not look me in the eyes. His eyes were fixed on his feet in a submissive manner next to this towering stranger.

Could he be a former friend? Co-worker? The man appears to be near my father's age; his salt and pepper beard giving it away.

"Why don't you come over here so I can give a proper fucking introduction?" Although it was a question, it came across more as a command. I look towards my father for direction; he looked up quickly only to nod his head then returns his eyes to the ground. I cautiously make my way down the few steps towards the man.

"What's your name, dollface?" he asks as I now stand before him. He leans uncomfortably close to me as he awaits my answer.

"Umm... Sam," I stammer.

"I asked for you name, doll, not some fucking nickname. Now.... what's your name?" A dark glow appears in his eyes as he waits for the proper answer to his question.

"Samantha. M-m-my name is Samantha."

He slowly begins to lean down to my ear, invading my personal space. "Beautiful fucking name for a beautiful fucking girl," he whispers in my ear, making every hair stand on end. If his goal was to intimate, mission accomplished.

I stand frozen in place. I looked over at my father, waiting for any sort of direction but my dad remains still as if made of stone. The stranger continues to linger inches from my ear as if he is waiting to see if I will cave into his fear tactics. My heart continues to beat out of my chest as I attempt to avoid eye contact with him.
Finally, he backs away and returns to his previous position next to my father.

"You may not know who I am, but your father most definitely knows who I am. I'll fill in the gaps for you soon enough, sweetheart. I'm Negan. You better get real fucking familiar with that name because you're going to be hearing a lot of it."

I stare at him with a look of confusion and bewilderment at his statements. How does my father know this man? He doesn't seem like the kind of individual that my father would socialize with. What does he have to do with me?

"Oh shit," Negan says, "I almost spoiled the fucking surprise!"

Negan proceeds to saunter over to me and places an arm over my shoulder. My stomach churns as he makes contact with me as if we are long lost lovers. Again, my father refuses to acknowledge Negan's actions; it's as if he is frightened to speak against this man in any way. I have never in my life seen my father so submissive towards anyone else, let alone another man. His eyes wander between Negan, the strange man by his side, and the ground.

"Let's go inside and have us all a little chat, shall we? Your daddy and I have some catching up to do." He states with a maniacal grin. "Oh don't worry, sweetheart, I haven't forgotten about you. You're right in the middle of this as well."

With that, Negan ushers me into our home, with my father and the other strange man following close behind. His face now showed the true fear that he has been trying so hard to hide. I'm not sure what awaits once we get inside, but I have a feeling that it will be unpleasant. This feeling intensifies as I ponder why Negan seems to have taken a liking to me.

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Edited by Spitfire47

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