negan fic;; sex, major age gap, smoking, sexual violence etc.
"sunday, wake up, give me a cigarette
won't you quit your crying? i can't sleep
one minute i'm a little sweetheart
and next minute you are an absolute creep"
- obsessions//marin...
XII. - TOO GOOD : troye sivan - "i'm wasted on you"
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tears staining my cheeks and my eyelashes soaked and heavy; i attempt to compose myself.
i speak out loud: "calm down billie" and try to convince myself, "negan will have an explanation for all of this."
with forced steps, i exit his chambers and start walking through the corridor back to my room.
i pass a group of saviours whispering to one and other and hear that name thrown into the conversation.
"excuse me, sorry" i question the oldest of the group, "who is isabelle?"
he turns and gazes at me, looking me up and down before stating,
"you don't know? she's negan's wife."
i feel my heart tense.
my hearing becomes blurred but i can sense this group is whispering about me. questioning why i appeared so frantic and worked up.
so i run away quickly, round the mazes of corridors and rooms, until i find a corner to hide in.
my breathing has shattered. i choke in air but it feels as if my lungs are being crushed.
my body feels dirty. i let him touch me.
i let him touch me and he has a wife.
why have i never heard about her? why didn't someone warn me? i can't fathom how megan believed he could get away with hiding this from me forever.
with a weak push from my limbs, i force myself to my feet and turn the corner, back onto the path.
i feel someone walk into me, knocking me back. my neck aches as i look up and into the face of a beautiful stranger.
this woman, covered in mud and blood splattered clothes, still somehow, a vision of grace.
her long black hair falls in curls that land on her chest. she has deep dark chocolate eyes that put my empty blue ones to shame. her skin is warm, like honey.
i begin to apologise for my clumsiness, but suddenly i'm cut short.
i get it now. this woman. she's isabelle.
negan slowly emerges from behind her to stand at her side.
his face drops when he sees me.
"billie?" he awaits a response. i can't give him one he'd want.
"i'm sorry." i shake my head in disbelief at the woman and walk away.
