A/N I was so proud of this chapter and I guess it didn't save properly and only saved part of it :/ I'm so upset, it took me so long to get perfect. Hopefully I can get it right.
I couldn't believe my dad was letting Abraham go. I was fuming. I was filled with rage. Daryl must have sensed it because he grabbed my arm and turned me towards him.
"You need to calm down. If you get any worse, smoke is about to come out of your damn ears." I pushed passed him and walked to our house. I couldn't take this anymore. I walked through the house and to the small backyard. I walked the perimeter where no one would see me until I reached the back exit of Alexandria. I opened the back gate as quietly as I could, walking around the outside of the fence and to where my dad's men were. They saw me first, and I lifted a finger to quiet them. Lucille was leaning against the fence and I took it. My dad's men knew what I was going to do and didn't stop me. Quietly, I looked around the gate, noticing that Daryl was gone, probably searching the house for me. My dad and Dawson were still with Rick and Abraham. Everyone seemed dispersed now. This was my chance. I quickly walked straight over to Abraham, sneaking up behind him. Then they saw me.
"Rowan, what are you doing!" Rick screamed at me. I kicked Abraham in the back of me with all I could so he'd fall to my level. Rick saw what I was going to do and ran over to me, pulling Lucille out of my hands.
"Give it back to me! That isn't yours. Give it back Rick, I need to do what's right." I screamed at him. I had a crowd again.
"You aren't thinking straight. Negan, please. We already agreed to a deal. We can't spare anyone else." Rick pleaded.
"Give me Lucille, Rick." My dad's voice was dark. Rick gulped and shakily handed Lucille back to Negan, unsure of what he was going to do.
"Rowan, where did you go?" Daryl called from the porch of our house and walking over. He hadn't noticed what was going on. I ignored him as he continued to walk over.
"Dad, give me the bat." My voice was cold. I walked over to him and tried to grab it out of his hand. He pulled it back. "Give me fucking Lucille, dad." I said again. I wasn't asking, this was an order.
"No, Ro." His voice was stern, I've hardly ever heard him use that voice. "We came to an agreement, his life will be spared. As much as I don't want it to be, it needs to be. We're making things right." I wasn't phased by his words. I tried to reach for Lucille again but I felt Daryl's arms grab me and pull me down to the ground.
"What are you, fucking crazy?" Daryl asked me.
"He won't let me have the bat. I need to do what's right. I'll kill him in cold blood if I have to." I stared down Abraham and he looked terrified. "I'll fucking do it." I spat.
"Do you hear yourself right now? You're acting mad! You can't kill him." Daryl explained. Everyone was watching our interaction, hoping he could calm me down. It wouldn't work.
I pushed out of Daryl's arm, gently. I turned around to face him and kissed him with passion. Unsure of what he'll feel after I finish what I started. I stood up slowly and walked towards my dad and Dawson. Abraham was still on the ground and Rick watched my every move. Slowly, I reached behind my back, acting like I was stretching. In one swift motion, I pulled the handgun I had in the back of my jeans and aimed it at Abraham. I pulled the trigger and the bullet perfectly penetrated his brain. I dropped the gun looking around to my dad. There was the smallest smirk on his face, careful he wasn't letting anyone else see.
"Get the hell out of here, Rowan." Rick demanded. I looked at him and nodded. Daryl stood up behind me and hesitantly grabbed my hand.
"I'm coming with you." He said.
"No you aren't. You're staying here. Come visit me tomorrow. Bring me my things please." I kissed him again before leading my dad and Dawson to the gates. Dawson was horrified at everything he just saw and I knew it would be awhile for him to trust me. I kept my head high, not looking at anyone. I walked through the gates and met dad's men, who gave me a nod of approval. We piled in the truck and drove off to the Sanctuary, my new home.
