𝑨 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒚. (𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏)

{58} Bon appétit

"I wanna go home"

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"Please let me out!" Brooklyn never thought that things would've stooped this low. She wasn't quite sure how long she'd been isolated in this tiny room, but however long it had been, the time hadn't been all too pleasant. "Please! I'm- I need a drink or- or something!"

Since being captured, the girl had tried to stay strong, put on a brave face, but it was no use. She felt like there was no point. These people, the murderers, they clearly knew how to strip their prisoners' pride and courage down to nothing. Brooklyn wanted to scream and she wanted to cry. What made her feel worse was that it wasn't only her that was in danger, it was her baby too. Her unborn child was her first priority, the only thing she really cared about right now, besides Negan of course.

However, Crow, nor any other one of those assholes seemed to care. All they cared about was watching her suffer, it was probably a form of entertainment to them.

"Assholes!" She screamed, slumping back down against the wall, "y'all are fucking assholes! I'm gonna kill every last one of you!" Tears breached the edge of Brooklyn's dreary eyes, strands of her greasy hair caking her cheeks. All of this was somehow tiring, despite being locked in a small space the entire time. Her back ached heavily against the bumpy stone bricks, as did the joints in her limbs and muscles.

The only thing that she was looking forward to, or at least hoping, was to murder Crow. Watch the life drain from his eyes as she plunged a knife in to his heart. The thought was extremely pleasant, and it was definitely something she envisioned for the future.

Throughout this whole endeavour so far, Negan had constantly been on the girl's mind. She knew how much he was probably panicking right now, and that alone pained her to imagine him in a sorry state. Somehow though, she knew he'd be okay. That man was many things, one of those being that he was clever. He knew exactly how to deal with other survival groups and communities, it's exactly what he did back when he ruled the sanctuary- only now, he was on his own. Brooklyn had a gut-feeling that he would be coming to get her as soon as he had a good plan, only she wished that he'd hurry up a little at least.

Hands dumped carelessly in her lap, Brooklyn heaved out a croaky and very nerve ridden breath. She decided to stretch her legs out in an extremely poor attempt to get comfy. Only, she was interrupted by the sound of a lock clicking just outside her door. In fear, she hugged her legs to her knees and scurried in to the corner of the room so that she was as far away as she could possibly be from whomever was about to enter.

A husky sniffle, accompanied by the shuffling of footsteps, was heard as the door was boldly forced open. A broad figure entered the room, a lantern held in-between their beefy looking fingers. As the person edged further in to the room, Brooklyn squinted, identifying her visitor as Bones.

Great.

"Ah, hello Brookey!" He sang, his devious little eyes roaming up and down the girl's cowering figure, "how are you and your little one finding your new home?" Bones said, 'little one' referring to the growing bump on her stomach.

Lips pursed in disgust, Brooklyn shrewdly replied back with, "this ain't my home," and felt her muscles go lax at her burst of confidence. Bones was slightly terrifying, but if she wasn't pregnant, she could take him down easily, just like she got rid of that parasite,
Simon.

"You got some mouth on you, woman!" He barked, flopping his arms out to his sides, "and to think I was coming to visit you so we could get you a bite to eat! But now? Now I'm not to sure if you deserve it."