The Rocking Dead: A New Beginning

Chapter 23: Bullshit

Eric's POV: Why'd Jelly have to see me like that? And Tom. I still don't know what came over me. Negan just pissed me off. He was clearly trying to. Him hitting me was the last straw. Everything from when he had me captive came flooding back right then and there, causing me to snap.

Tom took me back to our room and I just cried on the bed. He was frantically searching for the supplies to fix my wound. When he got everything together, he worked on cleaning all the blood as I just laid there, gripping the sheets while still crying.

Without warning, Jelly came running in. She said nothing, but simply ran over and hugged me as tight as she could. I wrapped one arm around her, trying to stop my crying for her sake. My poor baby. Yes she's 12, but that doesn't mean she should see one of her dad's lose his shit like this. She sure as hell shouldn't have witnessed Negan hit me with the pipe.

"Blackie and I are gonna go out for a walk." She said, pulling away.

"Just be careful. And take your gun." Tom said as he started to stitch up the gash.

"I will. Love you Dad, Daddy." She said.

"Love you too." Tom replied. I just nodded, unable to speak. When Jelly left and Tom finished stitching me up, I slowly sat up. Tom pulled me into his chest, carefully stroking my hair. My crying was finally slowing down to a slight sob.

"I don't blame you for what you did." He finally said, "It was just surprising coming from you. He got what he deserved. I just hope he meets his demise soon enough."

I still couldn't say anything.

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Blackie's POV: I took Jelly out for a walk to get her mind off of everything that just happened. I'm even shocked at what happened. Eric usually keeps to himself, although he can be tough if need be. This, this was something else. It was as if someone else took over him. Guy can't stand Negan, and for good reason. I just hope he's ok after that pipe hit.

"Blackie, you hear that?" Jelly asked. We both stopped walking so I could hear. The sound of a motorcycle approaching caught my attention. The only person that came to my mind was Daryl, but of course, that's not how this is going to go. Negan was riding our way, off to god knows where.

Jelly stepped directly into the road, gun out. Suddenly, she shot at Negan, causing him to swerve and crash his bike. Whether she missed on purpose is up for debate, but that's not the main concern.

"Alright, alright. I know Judith said y'all would shoot." Negan groaned.

"I know you hurt my daddy." Jelly said, her piercing glare looking right into Negan's soul, "And I watched you do it again today. I could just shoot you right now. No one else would need to know. But I figure it's better you just go back to Alexandria and rot in your cell. That's what you deserve. Death would just be the easy way out." Jelly was articulating her words like an adult. She's had to mature so much faster than kids used to.

"Well lucky for you that's exactly where I'm headed. You won't have to see my shitty face ever again." Negan replied.

"Language, I'm a kid asshole." Jelly replied. I had to suppress a chuckle. Negan wasn't able to.

"That's right, you are. And tell your daddy I'm sorry. You know as well as I do that's just my personality. He didn't have to take it that hard."

"Bullshit." Jelly bluntly replied, "You ain't sorry. You'll never be sorry. You did it on purpose. All you wanted was to see my daddy's pain, whether it was the physical or emotional pain. You live for pain. Screw you. Now get outta here."

Negan was surprised by what Jelly said, clearly not expecting something like that to come from a 12 year old. Luckily he left shortly afterwards, hopefully going back to Alexandria.

"Let's go home Jelly." I said. She nodded in agreement, and we both started walking back.

Wait until Tom and Eric hear about this...