𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 | 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘎𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴

It's Already Done

"This is Cobra reporting. In position. Bunny secured. Over."

The ringing in my ears is deafening as I stare up at Spencer in absolute horror, my knees buckling under me in complete shock. I hear Spencer's muffled grunt as I slip down from his firm grip, my vision pulsating.

This whole time?

I trusted him.

And it was all a lie?

"If only you just loved me back- we wouldn't be in this fucking mess," Spencer growls as he grabs me roughly once again. My heart is splintering in my chest as he hauls me up, dragging me roughly through the forest, my feet struggling to gain footing behind him. I don't have the energy to fight back, too consumed with disbelief, my mind reliving our entire relationship trying to figure out where I went wrong.

I had finally let myself trust a man again. Despite my heart telling me not to, I pushed past my reluctance to trust men in hopes of getting over Rick and finding happiness, and look where it got me. He's been working for Phillip this whole time- still fucking manipulating me.

Spencer drops me in surprise at the sound of an explosion, making me cry out in pain as I slam down on a pointed rock, my ribs and head colliding harshly against the sharp surface. Pain explodes behind my eyes as the air gets forced out of my lungs, making me gasp desperately.

"Stop being so fucking dramatic," Spencer snaps harshly, hauling me back up on my feet as my ribs scream out in pain. Spencer practically drags me past the forest line and across the bridge as I stumble lamely behind him, trying not to fall again and attempting to get a full breath of air into my struggling lungs.

Squinting through my slightly blurry vision, my heart sinks when I see Herschel and Michonne, kneeling in front of the tank, facing the prison yard. They got them too?

Fuck.

Spencer pulls me roughly across the grass towards them, having to shoot a walker in our way straight through the forehead, taking me by surprise. I'm not exactly sure why I didn't expect that. He was lying about everything else. I spare a glance at the fallen walker as we pass, the now-dead reminder of the lies Spencer told me.

"And the guest of honor!" Phillip shouts loudly as Spencer throws me down on the grass, making a whimper escape my lips at my body screaming out in pain. Spencer rips my arms behind my back and zip-ties my wrists together before pushing me to kneel beside Michonne.

I stumble on the rough ground, my knees clanging unpleasantly on the hard soil. Gulping in fear, I kneel beside Michonne and Herschel, my heart as heavy as lead in my chest in overwhelming misery.

Defeat consumes me as I glance at my family beside me, looking at me with despair. Herschel's eyes are sending me waves of comfort while Michonne's are filled with rage as she stares unflinchingly at Phillip. A sob suddenly wracks my body and I hang my head.

This is all my fault...

"Oh, fancy seein' you here Bunny. Did you like my gift?" Phillip asks lowly, his hot breath fanning against my cheek, sending a visceral chill down my spine. My bottom lip quivers as I tilt my face away from him in consuming disgust, that all too familiar Brain-induced fear tingling through me.

"Well, I guess it was two gifts! My friend Spencer here and that little rabbit. Spencer told me how you got upset when you found it and no one believed you," he breathes darkly, chuckling lowly, making my stomach churn, hating that I was right.

"Feel guilty Rick?" Phillip calls out, making me slowly rise my head, spotting Rick standing by the overturned bus, staring at us.

I can't make out his face, but he's shifting on his feet, clearly distressed. I close my eyes, looking away in dismay. I should've listened to what he said- his worries about Spencer,