My Little Pup

Chapter 3

I feel as if I'm in a haze; I can only hear my heart pumping in my ears.

Thump-thump, thump-thump.

This can't be happening. I must be dreaming. That explains it, I'm dreaming.

Thump-thump, thump-thump.

Wake up, Sam, wake up!

Thump-thump, thump-thump.

"Hey! You in there?" Negan asks, tapping me on the head. "I said get up," Negan's stern voice pulls me back into reality.
The realization of what is unfolding before my eyes is confirmed when I feel a rough hand forcibly grab me by my arm and bring me to my feet. Negan's patience with me is wearing thin.

Our house is small; 2 bedrooms, kitchen, living room, and a bathroom. First time guests have no problem getting through our home, even Negan. He easily drags me through the house until we reach a door decorated with various stickers and decals that I have accumulated throughout my childhood.

"How fucking adorable," he chimes in, opening my door and shoving me inside. "Just throw some shit in a bag and hurry up."

"How am I supposed to know how much to pack?" I question.

"That all depends on how motivated your ol' daddy-o is to make the first payment. I gotta feeling that he's going to be on his P's and Q's after the fucking message that I sent him today. You better hope he does, for your sake." Negan winks as he closes the door and leaves me to pack. "Five minutes!" he shouts through the door.

I stare into space as the sound of his heavy footsteps fade down the hallway. How can I get out of this? This man is a lunatic! I mean, he just waltzed into my home, victimized my father, and is now demanding that I leave with him as some 'reassurance?' 
I could refuse. Then again, he didn't hesitate to brutally beat up on my father and he wasn't exactly gentle with me either; what more is he capable of?

"Two minutes, doll!"

Shit. No time to think. I quickly grab my backpack and shove a few pair of pants, a couple t-shirts, socks, underwear, and a few feminine products inside. Scanning my room for anything else that I could possibly bring.

"You better be outside this door in the next thirty seconds or I'll yank your ass out of there myself," he threatens from the other side of the door.

"I'm coming,"

As I take one more glance around my room, I notice something on my nightstand – my pocket knife. Do I dare take it? Will I even get an opportunity to use it? I quickly grab it and stuff it underneath the couple of menstrual pads in my bag. Even if he searches my bag, he shouldn't think to dig too far below these.

I quickly get to my feet and near the door as I feel the seconds ticking away.

"Ready or not, here I co~," Negan sings as I open the door just as he's about to barge in.

"I'm ready," I mutter in a defeated tone.

"Splendid! Well, I better not keep you waiting, I know how impatient females can be," he leans down and murmurs in a sarcastic tone. "After you," he bows.

Out of my room, down the hallway, through the kitchen, and out the back door. I feel like an inmate on death row making their final walk before execution. I spot my father standing in the same position as he was when Negan first introduced himself at the bottom of the stairs.

Blood stained his entire front. The open wounds on his face look painful, and one of his eyes was nearly swollen shut. His body was tilted at an odd angle indicating broken ribs and his hand was lain against his other wounds limply.

Next to my father was Dwight. His eyes were on my father and his body was tense as if ready to pounce. This all was despite my father being able to much less stand!

Just as I'm about to embrace my father in an emotional hug, Negan grabs me by the back of my shirt, preventing me from doing so.

"That's a no-no. You can get all the fucking hugs that you want after I get my first payment," Negan sneers at my father. "You know the arrangement, Petey–Weety. When you have the cash, call that number that I gave you and we'll arrange a meet. And if you try and pull a fast one on me and fucking short change me, well, let's just say that it won't fare well for your beautiful little girl,"

"I'll comply. I'll do everything that you request. Ju-just please, don't hurt her," my father tearfully pleads.

"You just focus on what the fuck you have to do and don't worry about shit that doesn't pertain to you. Like I said, you have no fucking say on anything with this situation. Now, stand up straight, look me square in my god damn eyes, and thank me for being so fucking considerate and understanding," he says in a cynical tone.

My father was in clear pain as he swallows his pride, raises his head, and thanks Negan.

"Well it was my fucking pleasure. Alright let's hit the road!" Negan gleams as he herds me toward the back door. Dwight followed silently, shouldering past my father.

Outside, I reluctantly walk to the old, rusty truck and climb into the passenger seat as Negan walks around to the driver's side. Dwight gets into the back passenger right behind me, making me feel like I was being boxed in.

"Chin up, buttercup. It's not gonna be that bad. It's going to be a long ride. If you get lonely over there, my offer still stands from earlier, my lap is always open," Negan grins, tapping his lap.

I stare out of the window as we ease away from the house. My eyes meet those of my father. A look of pure desperation and dread plastered on my face. His expression shows the remorse and guilt that he feels. But one look sends a chill down my spine, the look of pure terror in his eyes, as if he knows what waits for me with Negan.

Dear God, what's going to happen to me? My soul has just been sold to the devil himself. And now, we're bound for hell.

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Edited by Spitfire47
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