Why
"What the hell?! You were dead!" I yelled at Shane.
"You see, I wasn't. I was saved by a group- they're all gone now. And now I'm back here." He smirked. I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
"So where's everyone? Where's Lori?" He asked.
"She's dead, asshole." I crossed my arms.
"Wh-what? How?" He rubbed his head.
"If you didn't bang her-" I started.
"Melissa!" Dad sternly said. I sighed and rolled my eyes. I looked at Shane, who looked about ready to kill me right now, I smirked.
"She died in childbirth." I said, dropping my smirk. He looked at rick.
"Man, I'm- I'm so sorry buddy..." Rick nodded, obviously wanting to drop the subject.
"So, what was that a couple minutes ago when you ran to Carl?" He smirked at me. I glared at him.
"It's called a hug, dumbass." I shifted my weight onto my right foot.
"But why?" He walked up to me. I began to back away with each step he took.
"Guys! Stop!" Beth yelled. I chuckled and shook my head.
"Carl, lemme ask you somethin'" Shane turned around and looked at Carl.
"Why would you date this?" Shane pointed at me. Carls stare became hard and cold. I gasped. Before I knew it, Carl began to run up to Shane. Rick held him back.
"Son." Rick walked in between Carl and Shane.
"No, dad! He's insulting my girlfriend!" Carl continued to glare at Shane.
"Son-" Shane started.
"I'm not your damn son." Carl spat.
"Carl,You don't love her, do you?" Shane chuckled. "I mean, who could love her?" He said. Everyone gasped.
"SHANE!" Carol yelled.
Carl tried to get free of ricks grip, but it was no use.
"Who couldn't love her?" Carl said as more of a statement than a question.
"Everyone-" Shane got cut off by my fist connecting with his face. He looked at me and wiped the blood coming from his lip.
I barely even hit him, it could have hurt him. Damn.
Before I could process what was happening, I felt a strong fist connect with my nose, knocking me to the ground. The pain in my nose brought tears to my eyes, causing my vision to blur. I was able to make out my dad running up to Shane, beating him up (like what happened at the barn, but worse this time), and Carl running up to me. I blinked, causing the tears to fall out of my eyes.
"Melissa, Melissa are you okay?" He asked. I shook my head, taking my hand away from my nose, revealing the blood coming from it. He gasped. I could tell it was taking everything in him not to beat the hell out of Shane.
"It hurts..." I said. He nodded.
"I think your nose is broken, that son of a bitch punched you pretty hard." He clenched his jaw. Kayla ran over, helping Carl help me up. I walked up to my dad and Shane, trying to break them up. I should have done that, because another (accidental this time) punch was sent to my face. I fell back to the ground, in even more pain.
"I thought I told ya not to touch my daughter again!" My dad yelled, getting in Shane's face. Shane sent a punch to dad.
"Dad!" I yelled.
"I'm fine." He said, glaring at Shane.
"Shit..." I mumbled. Carl, Kayla, and my dad ran up to me. They helped me up and helped bring me to the infirmary, where Hershel helped with my nose.
"So, just a busted lip and a badly beat up nose- nothing's broken." Hershel said after checking my face. I nodded. Hershel wiped away the blood from my nose and lip, then sent me on my way.
"You okay?" Carl ran up to me. I nodded.
"Never been better." I said. (Note my sarcasm)
"How did you put up with him for so long? I mean, I know he was your 'father figure' when you thought you dad was dead, but how?" I shook my head as I talked.
"He was never like this until my dad came back." Carl sighed. I nodded.
"Melissa! Oh my god are you okay?!" She ran up to me.
"I'm fine. Just a busted lip and a beat up nose. I've had worse, remember?" I asked. She nodded and hugged me.
"What do you mean?" Carl asked. I looked at Kayla.
"My mom once hit me so hard, I had to get stitches on my forehead..." I bit the inside of my cheek. Carl clenched his jaw.
"But it's okay, I can handle it." I said quickly. He nodded.
"I know." He smiled.
"Okay, I'm gonna go hang out with Patrick, I told him I'd do walker duty with him." Kayla smiled. I nodded and smiled.
"Mkay! Have fun!" I grinned. I turned back and looked at Carl.
"She really likes him." I smiled.
"He really likes her too."
"It's just weird that Patricks like three years older than her." I said. "But I guess age doesn't really matter anymore." I said. Carl nodded.
"Thanks." I said.
"For what?" Carl asked.
"For standing up for me out there. Not many people I know would have done that for me." I said.
"Of course I stood up for you. He was being an idiot out there, he was being rude to you, he hurt my angel." He smiled. I rolled my eyes and smiled.
"Let's go help Kayla and Patrick with walker duty." I said. He nodded as we walked to the big fences that keeps the walkers from eating us.
"Hey guy-" I stopped talking and smiling once I saw Patrick coughing up blood and Kayla was no where to be seen. Me and Carl looked at each other, not knowing what was going on, and then ran to Patrick.
"Patrick, what's wrong? Why are you coughing so much?" I asked, dropping to my knees so that I was level with him.
"I don't k-know. Probably just allergies or something." He said. I nodded.
"Hey, Patrick! You coming to story time?" Lizzie and her little friends came up to us. Patrick finally stopped coughing and stood up. He looked at Carl.
"Sure." He nodded. Carl looked at him.
"Really? Thats for kids." Carl said.
"I'm immature." Patrick said before running off with Lizzie and her friends. I chuckled.
"Well, I think I see Kayla going inside for story time too." I sighed.
We walked into the prison and walked to our cell.
"Guess what'd coming up in a couple of days!" Carl said, excitedly. I looked at him.
"What?" I asked.
"Umm, your birthday." He said in a 'duh' tone.
"Really?! I'm gonna be older than you!" I smirked.
"No, my birthday was apparently last month. I'm older than you!" He smirked.
"I missed your birthday?" I frowned.
"It's oka-" I was cut off by Shane storming into the cell. Me and Carl both jumped up, Carl stepping in front of me.
"What?" Carl asked.
"Carl, I'm really sorry about your mom... I-I didn't know..." He trailed off.
"You should be more sorry about what you did to Melissa, Shane." Carl spat.
"She deserved what she got." Shane smirked. I pushed past him, when he grabbed my arm. I yanked my arm away.
I looked at him and saw that he had a black eye, a swollen lip, and his nose was swollen. I smirked.
"You know, you're pathetic. mentally and physically beating a fourteen year old girl." I gave him a fake smile and shook my head."I was actually happy when I found out you were 'dead'. But now that you're actually alive, I'm starting to wish that I could kill you myself." I smiled and walked away. I walked outside, ignoring all the footsteps following me.
I laid down in the field, staring at the clouds. I heard shuffling beside me, seeing someone lay down beside me from the corner of my eye.
"What's up with you and that Shane guy?" I heard Patrick ask. I smiled, he's always there for me.
"I was with him and most of this group a long time ago. We were at Hershel, Beth and Maggie's farm, when rick supposedly killed Shane, apparently not. Shane would taunt me, hit me, he was dangerous. Insane." I sighed.
"Why?" He asked, looking over at me. His curly hair was really messy, and he looked pale and sick.
"I don't know. Hey, are you feeling alright?" I asked. He nodded.
"Just feeling a little under the weather today, that's all." He said. I nodded.
"I can't believe Philip wants us all dead." He sighed after a while.
"Me neither. We barely even did anything to him. He was the one who kidnapped our people first, he had what was coming." I ranted.
"Yea." Patrick wasn't a huge talker, in fact, he was pretty shy.
"Okay, be honest with me- do you like Kayla?" I asked and smiled.
"I don't really know. I think I do, but I'm not sure." He said, looking back up at the sky. He started coughing again. "I'm gonna go inside. Bye." He said. I waved bye and laid back down.
A couple minutes later, I closed my eyes. I suddenly felt a pair of lips connect to mine. I opened my eyes and saw Carl. I smiled.
"Shane is locked behind bars." He said and sat down. I laid my head on his lap.
"Well, technically we all are." I smiled with my eyes still closed.
"Dad locked him up in a cell in block D." Carl said. I nodded.
"That's a relief." I sighed. Carl laid down on the grass beside me, while I rested my head on his chest. His hand was brushing my hair over my ear, while his other hand was around my torso. The sound of his heartbeat soon lulled me to sleep.