𝑨 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒚. (𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏)

{48} Little Cage Of Torment

"why am I the sidekick- ?!"

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What a great way to start the day– puking in a toilet. It wasn't entirely what Brooklyn had envisioned, but hey ho, there was no point in complaining about something she couldn't control.

Her throat burned, trembling fingers gripping the edge of the toilet bowl as her stomach gurgled and grumbled in a developing queasiness. The brothers stood unsurely in the doorway, they couldn't really do much to help the situation.

"Just breathe, B," Austin said, kneeling down beside her. His hand gently rubbed circles across her back, lending his older brother a concerned side eye glance, "go get her a drink bro."

Still, Brooklyn gagged, her knees wobbling against the cold tiled floor and a splitting headache emerging from her brain. She shakily pulled away, droopy eyelids watering vigorously at the immensity of what had just occurred. She shivered and cuddled instinctively in to Austin's warm chest, "I fucking hate this," she groaned.

Hunter returned with a glass of water, handing it to the girl as she tumbled back up to her feet. With haste, she took it and mumbled a quick, "thanks," before taking a number of small sips.

It didn't take long for her to finish the drink, and she gave the empty glass back to Hunter. "I'm uh, gonna go get ready and gather the stuff I'll need," Brooklyn took a deep breath and pointed one finger in the direction of her bedroom down the hallway, "can you guys go downstairs and pack some food?"

Wordlessly, both brothers nodded and exited the small bathroom. Brooklyn nibbled habitably on her lip and made an exit herself, ambling out in to the hall and straight in to her room. Well, the room. It never felt like her bedroom, just like being at Alexandria had never felt like home. Brooklyn could never figure it out whether that was because she was bias due to current circumstances or if it was purely out of how she generally felt towards the community.

Nonetheless, the girl needed to hurry up and pack. She decided to start with her closet, priding open both doors with clammy hands and grabbing her signature blue rucksack. That bag had been through hell and back, and Brooklyn was glad that it had managed to stay all together in one piece- more so for sentimental value. Though she did roll her eyes, internally moaning at the fact that it would be just like old times, travelling for days on end without sleep and scavenging empty stores whilst barely hanging on. Only one thing kept her happy at the thought of it, and that one thing was Negan. At least she wouldn't be alone this time.

There was a variety of things that needed to be stuffed inside the torn blue bag, and as she placed each item in, she made sure that she spoke it aloud for her very own psychical checklist purpose. First was her clothes, a lot of which that were actually Negan's from when she went back to the sanctuary. However, Brooklyn decided to keep Negan's plain white shirt and red scarf unpacked so that she could wear it tomorrow. Who says that she couldn't escape with a badass image to uphold?

Next came the lyric book. It had been abandoned during her time at Alexandria, lonesomely waiting to be written in. It wasn't Brooklyn's fault though, she'd been distracted. Distracted by plans, ideas, love and heartbreak. And it wasn't a pretty distraction either.

Anyway, she carefully stuffed the book inside, accompanying it with her black ballpoint pen and guitar plectrum. Those two items had been bought from a makeshift stall at the sanctuary, and it made Brooklyn smile fondly at the memory. That was the day that the girl had promised to showcase some of her songs to the big boss man up in his room but instead ended up deciding to take a chance at her love for him and boy did she relish what she had. It was their first proper kiss, it was a kiss that meant something. It was passionate, ravenous and heated. Oh how beautiful the moment was... that was until the pair were interrupted by two of his sluts, pestering him for a massage or whatever the hell they wanted.