𝑨 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒚. (𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏)

{9} Complicated

"You've royally pissed me off"

•••

She was angry. Scared and angry. Brooklyn couldn't decide which emotion she felt more and it was beginning to cause her a great amount of frustration.

The walk to Negan's room was mostly a blur, each second a faded memory and before she knew it, she was face to face with the same elaborate double doors that she had encountered only yesterday.

Dwighty Boy's fingers were still clenched around the nape of her shirt, his touch, cold and senseless. Bringing his fist to the door, he harshly knocked three times before whispering in her ear, "don't piss him off..."

Was he trying to help her? Brooklyn didn't answer, nor did she really want to know the true meaning behind his words. She was to busy planning on what she was going to say to Negan. Her palms were clammy even though her subconscious was screaming at her, telling her to fight the man, let him know that she wasn't afraid- when really, as much as she'd hate to admit it, she was.

"Come in," the oh so familiar voice bellowed, though he didn't sound his usual self. His tone was dark and unwelcoming, and even Brooklyn, who told herself that she wasn't someone to get frightened easily, was most definitely frightened of what was to come.

Maybe Negan was going to kill her or torture her, give her one of his deranged punishments. She didn't have a clue. All Brooklyn had to do was mask her fear, if he knew that she was afraid, it would give him the power to walk all over her.

Confidently shaking herself out of the grimy blonde-haired man's grip, Brooklyn waltzed through without a care in the world. Negan was stood in the middle of his room, his posture was slightly bent back and a villainous scorn plastered his stubbled face to show some sort of intimidation. It worked extremely well- especially considering that his fingers were clutched on to Lucille, who was of course smothered in her thick coils of keen wire. He parted his lips to speak but was cut off by none other than Brooklyn, she had turned her head towards the saviour, "You can fuck off now Dwighty Boy or whatever your name is. I can handle this shit by myself..."

With a low grunt, the man stormed out, slamming the doors behind him and leaving Brooklyn alone with her furious boss. "So!" She carelessly skipped over to the soft couch that she had previously sat on the day before and sat down, letting out a relaxed sigh. "I'm guessing I'm here because I didn't kneel down? Or maybe 'cause I embarrassed you in front of all your friends? Either way, I was kinda busy before you burst through the door, talking a load of crap! So if you don't mind, can we, you know? Speed things up a bit?"

Brooklyn was treading on very thin ice here. Though her inner self was applauding her every move, she knew she was going too far with the whole not acting afraid thing. Deep down, she was screaming for help, after what she'd just said, she may as well of started digging her own grave.

Not at all amused, Negan smashed Lucille down on to the mahogany dining room table, large strikes denting the rich wood. "You wanna choose your words very fucking carefully, Scotts!" He spat, his teeth grating together, nostrils flared and spit flying from his mouth, "cause Lucille? She don't appreciate your tone and neither do I!"

Brooklyn scoffed, "What? Your baseball bat doesn't like me? Boo hoo, I'm sorry that I've offended a wooden stick! How rude of me!" She stood up, glaring in to Negan's eyes.

The air was tense as their faces were inches apart. Negan gripped tightly on to the collar of her shirt, his knuckles quickly becoming a blistering red as they started to whiten with pure anger.

Without hesitation, he slammed her whole body forcefully in to the wall. "I hate killing women... Men? I could fucking waste 'em all day long," his breathing was heavy and uncontrolled as he carried on, "but you've royally pissed me off. 'Shows you got some sorta big woman sized balls down there, hell, maybe even bigger than some of my own men. I mean, I don't wanna kill you, but if you keep this up princess? You're gonna fucking wish you died that day in Alexandria..."