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Night Terrors

A/N: I do have to warn you guys though, there is a bit of graphic violence at the beginning of this. And some trauma/panic attacks throughout it. So if your not a fan or comfortable with it...well you've been warned.

"You make sure you tell me the truth when your sittin' in that chair...and you won't end up like Alvin."

Clem didn't respond. Instead, she sent him a stern glare not caring for whatever bullshit he dished out. It wasn't the first time she had been interrogated.

He smirked at her as he made his way around and sat on the edge of his desk in front of her. "You and me...were more alike than you think."

"I already told you, I'm nothing like you!" She firmly stated.

He gave a twisted smile as he leaned in towards her. "I know it when I see it...that's how I know you were the one who took the radios."

Clem's eyes widened for a second at his statement. How could he have known? Kenny was the one who had taken the blame for it. She quickly went back to glaring at him, hoping she could play it off as something else. But she didn't get the chance to speak before Carver started up again. He stood back up and made his way to the window. His arms folded behind his back as he looked out. "I knew it had to of been you. Everyone else in your pathetic group to incompetent to pull off something like that. I knew even when I was presented with that radio. Getting to punch Kenneth's eye out was just a bonus." He turned to see her reaction, but Clem's glare still held firm.

He smirked as his next words were held on the tip of his tongue. "And I know Luke's here too."

Clem's expression faltered and turned into one of panic. It was one thing to know about the radios, but how could he have known about Luke? He had only found them with the one walkie talkie.

He walked around her chair. His large boots thudding against the flooring with his slow pacing. "Now, you're going to tell me where he is."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Clem flatly told him. She folded her arms in protest and turned away from him.

Carver sneered at her, not having the patience to deal with her attitude. He forcefully grabbed her by the arm and yanked her up out of the chair. "Don't lie! I already told you what happens if you do. Now tell me where he is."

"I don't know!" She yelled back at him.

Carver let out a growl of frustration. "Liar!" He raised a hand and brought it down, slapping her across the face. Then he bent her arm behind her back and pushed her down onto his desk trapping her there. Clem let out a cry of pain from the force of her arm being twisted the wrong way. Her cheek stung from the blow and her heart started to pick up in pace. This was escalating too quickly. He put more force on her, leaning down to talk into her ear. "I will find him one way or another. If I find him before you tell me... I will kill him."

Clem gulped out of nervousness. Was this really worth Luke's life or was Carver just telling her this to scare her into submission? She sent those thoughts away. She couldn't blow Luke's cover, he'd hurt him either way. It was better not to risk it.

"Now I'll ask you one more time," Carver growled. "Tell me where he is!"

"No!" Clem tried to fight back. This had all happened before, this was just a dream she told herself, he couldn't hurt her...or Luke.

"You fucking bitch." He yelled. He pulled her back up only to rais his arm and backhand her across the face.

The force sent Clementine to the floor, a sharp pain shooting across her face. She brought a hand up to cup her cheek and hissed at the pain. She felt tears prick her eyes, but she wouldn't let them fall, not for him. She'd keep them at bay for as long as she could.