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I think I liked you better when you didn't have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 111 - Tears, frustrations and old friends

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit….

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Chapter 111- Tears, frustrations and old friends

[In the search for Mia, Blake goes to visit an old friend...]

Tara had long since disappeared off back inside by the time Blake had finally reached the bottom of the porch steps.

Taking a deep breath in as she climbed the small staircase slowly, her eyes remained fixed on the open front door ahead.

Blake hadn't wanted to come here today.

She hadn't wanted to see Tara….or Eric or Aaron…or any of these people she had once considered her friends.

Blake had moved on now, feeling freer and happier than she had ever done before, with the Saviours and with Negan…where she belonged..

But yet here she was again, back here, in this same old place, where the memories of David's fists, of his temper, of being a kept a prisoner here, returned to her as clear as anything, like a movie playing out in front of her eyes.

It hurt.

All of it. Those horrid memories of a time long since passed.

And so Blake could only take another shallow and steadying breath, as she took a wide step through the front door, entering the large hallway.

Blake had been here many times. The last time she specifically remembered was the night before she had been taken to the Sanctuary….before she had been knocked out by David and taken there…

That night, her, Rosita, Tara and David had enjoyed a meal here, catching up, laughing and joking as friends did, like there was nothing wrong, as though everything was fine. But it wasn't.

By then green and yellow bruises had already littered almost the entirety of Blake's skin, covered by clothes even in the sweltering heat of summer, and unbeknownst to Blake, David already had plans underway to get the two of them to the Sanctuary to make a deal with Negan.

She could still smell that night on the air in the lemony fragrance of Tara's house, fresh and homely…the memory filling Blake's nostrils, and causing her stomach to lurch.

But she tried as had as she could to not let this upset show on her face now, as she moved around the corner, stepping into Tara's familiar living room.

Here the dark-haired woman was currently stood in front of the window, thumb-nail between her teeth, her eyes flickering up towards Blake as she entered the room.

Blake instantly stared about, it was quiet and tidy in here, save for the two or three small toys that littered the polished hardwood floor.

Were these Mia's?

Just the idea of her being nearby making Blake's heat beat ever faster.

A long moment of silence fell between the two women now, as everything else, the rest of the world, the Saviours, Rick, Michonne, even Negan, was forgotten.

But it was Blake that finally spoke, her voice quieter than it had been outside. A tension filling up the room instead in its audible absence.

"Where is she?" the caramel-blonde woman asked, holding her gun tensely at her side, although the safety was now firmly back on.

She would not risk bullets here with Mia close by.

But Tara just gave a sad shake of her head.

"I thought you were dead, Blake…" she murmured out. "W-We found Rick's car burned-out at the side of the road.…"

But Blake just kept staring dead ahead.

"Just take me to her, Tara, please…" Blake whispered out after a second or two, causing Tara to run her hand over her forehead and give a bemused and heavy sigh.

"Why are you even here, Blake?" she said staring up into the blonde woman's eyes. "What? Life with the Savours not going as planned and you need something to distract you? Is that it? Jesus, haven't they got better things to do, like taking our stuff from us, rather than caring about what happens to some kid?"

At her words Blake wavered a little.

"She's not just some kid," she replied through gritted teeth, emotion welling up inside her.

But Tara merely narrowed her eyes back at Blake …confusion and hurt etched upon her every feature.

"You know, I thought we were friends," breathed Tara now, her voiced filed with sadness. "I though you and me…I thought we were cool…..and then I see you with him. With Negan."

The dark haired woman gave a gulp, pointing at Blake, looking wounded.

"After what they did to Denise….to Glenn, to Abraham, to Spencer…..how the hell could you, Blake?" she carried on, her face a picture of sorrow. "And, what? Now you're just one of them?"

But Blake lowered her eyes for a brief second.

She was more than just one of them now.

She was Negan's, and he was hers.

She was a queen there, at the Sanctuary, but right now that was not something she was about to share with Tara.

"Where is she?" she repeated in a mere whisper, gazing back up at her old friend, tears welling inside her eyes now.

But Tara shook her head, closing the gap between herself and Blake hurriedly and placing a hand to the blonde woman's arm gently.

"You don't have to leave with them again, Blake," she said in a desperate voice. "Stay here with us….with me."

And for a brief moment, Blake, allowing a single tear to slip down her cheek, actually believed she could do it. Like she could fit in here again with Tara…with Rick….with Rosita…

But then a blink or two took her back to reality, as the teardrop fell from her cheek and shattered onto the floor below them.

"No," she said suddenly, pulling back from the her dark-haired friend, and taking a step away from her now, shaking her blonde head and readjusting the grip on her gun. "I'm not one of you anymore."

But Tara gave a frown.

"Then what the hell are you Blake?" she said, her voice heated, and her eyes wide and staring. "Because I saw you standing out there...with him…are you gonna turn around now and say 'I'm Negan'….just like the rest of them?"

Blake felt her blood begin to boil at little at Tara's outburst, as the blonde woman gave snarl of her own.

She was not going to just let this rest. Things had to be said now.

"Don't you dare judge us…." Blake snapped suddenly. "Don't you dare fucking stand there, Tara, judging me…when everyone around here has treated Rick exactly the same as my people treat Negan. Rick has killed plenty of people and yet there he is, top of the fucking pile as always…deciding who can live and who can die. At least there are rules where Negan's concerned. At least he's loyal to those he trusts and cares for. Unlike Rick."

Tara opened her mouth to speak, but Blake soon cut across her angrily.

"Come on, Tara. We've all heard the stories about Rick Killing his best friend Shane. Hell, you were around when he killed Pete in front of his wife and kids for fuck's sake! And yet you think Negan is a monster here?"

Blake backed off a little now, taking in a breath and giving a heavy blink.

"David beat me and abused me in that house right across the street there," she finally said in a weary yet angry voice, continuing and pointing out of the wide bay window beside her, toward the white houses visible opposite. "And none of you noticed. And yet Negan stands right by my side...makes sure I'm ok, reassures me, protects me….and yet you people don't notice that either! I love him...and he loves me. And right now all I've come here for is to get Mia back…but if you want a fucking war, Tara, then that's what you're going to get…do you understand?"

Blake right now was full of fire, full of a confidence she hadn't had a minute ago, breathing hard, her fist balled at her side.

"Mia?" whispered out Tara, relenting a little, as she gazed up at Blake with wide dark eyes. "S-She never told us her name…."

And at Tara's words, Blake, her heart breaking a little for the tiny girl, gave a small chuckle before she could stop herself.

It was, of course, so like the bossy and confident little toddler to be so stubborn, so far as to fail to reveal to the people here something as important as her own name.

Blake nodded.

"She was with us….for a while," she mused lowering her green eyes to the floor once again. "…but we found her people and they took her back with them. We thought she'd be safe…"

The memory alone hurting Blake to think about now.

"Michonne and Aaron found her locked in a car with a female walker outside," Tara explained suddenly, causing Blake to quickly look up. "Perhaps she put her in there to save her."

Blake could have cried now, tears welling at her eyes once again.

"I-I thought she was dead," she murmured painfully, just as Tara gave Blake what she considered the warmest smile she could manage.

And it was then that a long moment of silence fell over the pair…

So many things had been done and said. But at the end of the day Blake truly cared for Mia...and that was obvious to anyone now. Especially Tara.

But Blake still blinked up at Tara with wide thankful eyes, when the dark-haired woman finally spoke. Her voice softer than before.

"I'll go fetch her," she murmured, in a slow voice. "She's just playing upstairs."

And with that Blake felt her heart almost swell, partly for the way Tara was staring at her right now, and partly because she knew that, at any second, she was going see Mia again….after all this time.

And so, Tara turned on her heel, making for the door and the staircase beyond.

But the dark-haired girl was barely a few steps gone when Blake, lifting her chin, opened her mouth.

"Thank you," she said in a stark voice. So many things having been said here in the last few minutes, but none of the seeming to matter anymore, as Tara gave Blake one last look over her shoulder and disappeared off upstairs.

Blake gave a shaky sigh, now, hanging her head slightly and letting her long caramel hair fall down past her shoulders.

Just a few hours ago she had been happy and content working away in her garden without a care in the world, and yet now, well, here she was, doing as Negan did day in and day out.

Intimidation…

Threatening people…

And as much as Blake knew that it need to be done, it certainly didn't come natural to her.

So she would be glad when Mia was back in her arms and she could return to the Sanctuary and put all this behind her.

The blonde woman glanced up now, staring through the blinds and out onto the wide street and the gate beyond, where Negan was stood nose-to-nose with Rick talking to him intimidatingly. And it took most of Blake's strength now not to roll her eyes, just imagining what the dark-haired Saviour could be saying the Alexandrian leader.

Negan was indeed a force to be reckoned with, but Blake now knew him better than most and could tell that most of the things he did were for his own enjoyment. Especially winding up Rick.

But Blake dragged her eyes hurriedly away from the window now, as she heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

This was it, a lump appearing inside her throat.

She was going to see Mia again…

Blake spun around, her lips parting, as she glanced over her shoulder, her heart almost leaping in her chest, as Tara appeared back around the corner entering the living room once more.

But Blake's face immediately fell in disappointment when she saw that there was no Mia…and instead Tara was empty handled, with no toddler in sight.

Blake froze, her entire body turning instantly cold.

Fuck.

Had this been just one big ploy to get Blake alone?

Was this it? Was Tara going to pull a gun from nowhere and kill right here and now?

But instead of a gun, Tara pressed her palms together, taking a couple of stumbling steps towards the blonde woman now, shaking her head, her eyes widening.

"S-She's gone," she suddenly uttered aloud. "I-I don't…..s-she was upstairs playing…..I-I've searched the bedrooms…"

But the dark-haired woman gave a another terrified and tearful shake of her head.

"…I can't find her anywhere….M-Mia…

…she's just….gone."

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