My Little Pup

Chapter 12

Bump!

My body jostles against Negan as he speeds down the gravel road leading to the factory – the location for today's visit with my dad. Even with my eyes covered, courtesy of the usual blindfold, I can tell that he is intentionally hitting every bump and hole in the road, each one causing me to smash against him once again.

My childhood dirt bike rode smoother than the suspension in this rust-bucket….

Negan chose to drive his 'vintage' '78 Chevy Silverado instead of his usual truck. He wanted to 'change things up a bit.' He hit the nail on the head if 'vintage' meant a truck with both side-mirrors practically hanging off, a tailgate that refused to stay closed, cracked windshield, tires that are nearly dry-rotted, and rust practically turning the front and rear bumpers into a crumbling mess. Hell, it doesn't even have seat belts - they supposedly 'wrinkle his jacket.' It's amazing the vehicle has stayed together this long.

I've just repositioned myself back into my seat when the front-end of the truck violently drops into a pothole deep enough to cause the undercarriage of the truck to grind against the road. The momentum sends me sprawling across his lap. Negan instantly stops the truck as I blindly push off anything in my reach to sit myself up as quickly as possible.

"Woah there, darlin'. If ya wanted to sit on my lap that bad, all you had to do was fucking ask. I aim to please," he snickers. I feel his hands brush my back as he pulls off the steering wheel to give me room to move.

With one hand gripped on the dash, pulling me up, and the other pushing off his thigh. I'm finally able to fling to my end of the cab and as far from Negan as possible.

"If you 'aim to please', you can start by learning how to drive. I swear, I've had smoother rides hitting speed bumps at thirty miles an hour.…"

"If it's a wild ride that you want.…"

"Don't!" I interrupt, knowing exactly where he was going with this. "Just, how long until we get there?"

"Half hour or so," Negan replies as he continues to drive. "Now, listen the fuck up. I want to make sure that you hear and understand every damn word that I'm about to say, since someone appeared to not have been listening when I explained my expectations the last fucking time we met with daddy.' The disapproval is evident in Negan's voice, eluding to when I openly defied him and spoke to my father at the last meet.

'I imagine you'll think twice before pulling another stunt like that after the ass whopping you got.... Anyways, your daddy earned three hours of visitation for three successful payments, pending today's payment. He decided to use two hours and save the third hour for next time. You two can laugh, cry, hug, I don't give a shit. Just know that you still fucking answer to me. Try to give me any lip in front of your father and I will shut your fucking little family reunion down and drag you out of his arms by your collar like the pup that you are. We fucking clear?"

"Yes, sir."

I can honestly say that Negan doesn't have to worry about me trying anything. The 'ass whopping' was enough to show me that he wouldn't hesitate to beat me within an inch of my life again, even for the tiniest transgressions.

The truck slows to a stop after what felt like hours on the gravel road. Negan jumps out of the cab, causing the entire vehicle to rock back and forth.