This Is How I Disappear (Negan/OFC)

Chapter 58

——— Negan's POV ———

Martin stares back at me with eyes that are the same exact fuckin' color as mine. "Y-You...?"

"I'm the fuckin' son," I answer, recalling what Martin had just said about finding out his father killed his wife and attacked his son.

"Oh my god." Martin looks at me for a second and then looks around like the fuckin' answers to his questions are gonna pop up out there.

I look around, too. Arat, Dwight, and Jesus flick their eyes away when I fuckin' look at them. And Rick, the only other person still standing close enough to hear this shit show, is staring right at me with this weird ass look on his face.

"Uh," Martin clears his throat, "I think we should talk in private. I know a place."

"Sir?" Dwight cuts in. "You wanted to be on the road," he reminds me.

I think it over. I do want to get back home to Chuck, but me and this fucker gotta talk. I mean, I don't really want to talk about this shit, but this guy is my... my father's son, I guess.

"Dwight, follow me," I announce. "Arat, Jesus, get shit ready to go. I'll be back in an hour."

Me and Dwight follow Martin into a building that was obviously dorms before all this shit. When we get to a room on the second floor, Martin pauses and looks back to us.

"I'm just gonna check on my daughter first," he says and opens the door.

He leaves it open and I can see a blonde girl, probably fourteen, sitting cross legged on a bed writing in a notebook.

"Hey, Dad," the girl greets then looks back to me with a confused look on her face.

"Emily, this is... um, Negan." He gestures back to me. "He's from a new group that we are starting to work with. I'm gonna be down the hall talking with him if you need me."

"Okay. Where's mom?"

"I think she's working in the kitchen today. She should be back in a little bit."

Martin turns and leaves his room, leading me and Dwight further down to a room with a sort of seating area.

I turn to Dwight before we walk in. "Stay out here." He obeys and stays in the hall while me and Martin go in.

"So," I sit down on a couch and prop Lucille up beside me. "We share some fuckin' DNA." I'm trying to sound fuckin' nonchalant, but really, I'm freaking the fuck out. I hate thinking about my goddamn father, and now, I'm gonna have to talk about him with a guy probably in a similar situation to mine. I mean, my father is his, too. And he brutalized this guy's mom the same way he did mine, mostly. He didn't kill her like my mom, but still...

Martin sits across from me and scratches at the back of his neck. "Yeah. It seems like it." He studies my face. "You don't look like-"

I cut him off. "I look like my mom. Thank fuck."

He kinda nods. "Yeah. I look like him."

"That's why I fuckin' asked you. I've tried to forget his goddamn face, but I guess I fuckin' didn't because one look at you and I knew you had to be his."

"Did you know what he did?" he asks suddenly. "To my mom?"

I shake my head. "No. The last time I heard about that motherfucker was when they sentenced him for my mom's murder." I look down and shake my head. "I guess I should've fuckin' expected him to do shit like that to someone else." I raise my head to look at him again. "But I didn't know he did that to your mom."