His Wife - TWD [ 2 ]

Chapter 11 - day one, safe

I S A B E L L A

I grab someone's backpack, shoving clothes into it and a sewing kit. Quickly grabbing some food and weapons. I will disappear for awhile, find myself.

I panted, holding my sore abdomen as I stopped, putting the bag on the table to take a second to breathe I slowly realized what I was doing: I was running away.

"isabella!?" Carl cried, "Isabella please!"

I felt a twinge of pain run up my spine as I scratched my head in thought. Is this a good idea?

"Isabella!" Carl swings the door open, seeing me his happy face falls, closing the door quietly behind him, "N-No." he stammered, picking at his nails.

"I have to, Carl." I whispered, "I'll die if I go back. If they find me here... someone else might die."

"Please don't go. Please." He cried, embracing me I ran my fingers through his hair as I took his hat off his head, "I thought I lost you, then when I find you you are leaving!? No!" He yells, pressing off me, "You are so selfish!"

I stopped, was I being selfish?

"Isa-" Rick stood, watching as I looked at Carl with sorrowful eyes, "Carl, please step out of here for a moment..." he says as Carl cried, sprinting out.

Rick slammed the door behind him in anger, stomping towards me he rubs my cheek with his hand gently, his eyes furrowed, "Isabella Gracewood. Leaving her people?"

"I'm not leaving forever." I looked away from him, into the distance, "I don't want to loose anyone else."

Rick cups my cheek, "You won't. We will hide you."

"That's the thing, if they find me... they might kill you." I squeezed my eyes shut, remember Glenn I shuddered, "I don't want to go."

"Then don't." He says simply, "But I can't change your mind. Come back next week?" He smirked sadly.

"Sure, I'll come back Saturday." I smiled, tears brimming my eyes I wiped them, he kisses me, playing with the ring on my finger he pauses, letting go of me. "Promise me you'll stay safe? Come back Saturday and not a day later."

"I promise," I smiled, "This isn't goodbye."

Rick stepped back, immediately grabbing a jacket from off the couch he puts it on me, hugging me he sighed, "I... thought you died."

"I never die." I smirked sadly to him, squeezing his shoulder I kiss his cheek, "See you Saturday."

M I C H O N N E

"Wheres Rick?" Rosita pants.
"That's not the concern, Where's-"

"Isabella will be back." Rick says blandly, walking past us in a angry storm.

"You... lied to Negan? Why risk our backs for her!?" Rosita yells, I feel anger rise in my stomach and steam roll off my skin as I stepped closer to her, "She is one of us. I would have lied for you." I glared, clenching my fists, "Careful where you step, Rosita."

I S A B E L L A

I pant as I carefully climbed over the wall, jumping down with a huff I sprinted down the empty forest fields.

With no one around, only the sounds of the birds and distant growling, I finally felt what had happened.

I lost my son. I lost him.

I continued to run, far from the place that use to keep me and my family safe. That kept Rick and Carl and Michonne safe, but not me. It would have RJ, if that insensitive brat of a man didn't hurt me like he did he would have been here in a few months.

But now I live with the memories that never have been created.

As I ran, I felt the chill air brush my feet and bring my short hair a feeling of freedom. Now since my hair has grown an inch, I can finally feel the air brush the soft hair. Feeling refreshed.

My lungs didn't burn, my feet didn't ache, my abdomen was sore and my mind closes in. But I felt free, I felt freedom.

If RJ was alive in two years, he would start to walk. He would crawl on Rick and I, I do wonder if we will try again. After this.

The day grew to night as my legs tiredly halted in the forest, I had been walking all day, in a straight line just so I won't loose my way.

I place a blanket down and carefully sat down, resting my head against the tree I hug my backpack safely against my chest. My knife next to me.

Day one, safe.