Something Worth Fighting For (The Walking Dead Fanfic)

Chapter 18*

**Explicit Language**

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- Carly
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*16 years old*

I heard the door open and shut and I looked at my clock. 1:48 am. What the hell are they doing up. I closed my book and stood up. I crept to the stairs and looked down. Shane was sitting on the couch with his hands over his face and Rick was sitting next to him rubbing his back. I was about to walk downstairs when Rick stood up and started heading to the stairs.

I quickly ran into my bedroom and jumped on my bed and pretended to be asleep. Rick opened my door and chuckled. He came in and pulled my blanket over me and kissed my head. He walked out and I pushed the blanket off of me. I waited for about an hour for Rick to fall asleep and stalked downstairs.

I looked on the couch and saw that Shane wasn't there. I heard movement in the kitchen and I ran to the corner and looked around it. I saw Shane sitting on the ground with his head between his legs. He sniffled and I realized he's crying. I walked over and kneeled down in front of him. I put my arms around him and I could feel him tense up. He pushed me off and stood up. He turned his back to me and took a deep breathe.

His breathe hitched and I could see he was crying again. I wrapped my arms around his waist and held him. "Shane, What's the matter?" I asked and he just continued to cry. He turned around slightly and faced me. He looked down and hung his shoulders. "Shane?" I asked again and he glanced up and his eyes were red. "My dad ... My mom is ... "For some reason he just couldn't say it. "Your mom is....?" I asked and he looked down again. "Dead." He said and I sucked in a breathe.

Oh my god. "And your dad?" I asked and his eyes changed. "Jail." He said and I looked at him in shock. "What?" I asked and he looked at the floor. "He killed her. That motherfucker killed my mom!" He said angrily and I backed up slightly. He saw this and calmed down. He started to cry again and slid down the counter. I sat next to him and hugged him. He cuddled into my arms and I couldn't believe this happened.

I mean, I knew Shane's dad was an abusive alcoholic but I had no idea he would take it that far. Shane practically hated him because the last time Rick and I went to visit him, his dad hit his mom in front of us. Rick and Shane practically picked me up and ran out of the house. I think I was about 11 at the time so the guys were 15.

I pulled Shane's head closer to me and he just kept crying. I felt horrible. Shane eventually stopped crying but his head was still on my shoulder. "I'm so sorry Shane. I -- I don't even know what to say." I said as I hugged him but he just leaned up and looked up at me. I watched as he looked me in the eye and then his eyes traveled to my lips. "Then don't say anything." He said and I was confused.

I gasped as I felt his lips touch mine.