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"Hey, are you bipolar or something?" Carl asked after I snapped at his dad.
"No. Ever heard of a thing called a period?" I asked.
"Please stop." He replied, walking off.
"Jessie talked to me today." I mumbled, turning to face Rick.
"Did she?" He asked.
"I don't trust Ron. He's a little sick bastard. Why do you think he wants to learn how to shoot and fight?" I asked.
"He wants to learn. It's a good thing, everyone here needs to learn." He replied.
"You're a big dumbass." I replied.
"How?" He inquired.
"You killed his father, he's pissed at you, but he wants to learn how to fight and shoot. He's sucking up to you all of a sudden, and I call it bullshit." I replied.
"What are you trying to say?" He asked.
"He's going to kill you. But if I was in his position and someone killed my dad, I'd want to beat with their own game. I'd kill someone close to them, and then kill them. Make them feel the pain. Make sense?" I inquired.
"It does, but that's you. He's fifteen or something." He replied.
"I can't believe you can't realize this." I scoffed.
"I'll watch out, but you need to calm down." He replied, putting his hands on my hips.
"Okay." I mumbled.
"You're just being paranoid." He added.
"I'm not paranoid." I replied, walking into the living room.
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"Carol, tell me something." I ordered.
"What?" She asked.
"Don't you think it's weird how Ron was pissed at Rick, and now he's sucking up to him and wanting to learn how to fight and shoot?" I asked.
"I was thinking the same." She replied.
"Thank you! Rick doesn't believe it, though." I replied.
"You'd think he would be the first to notice it." Carol mumbled.
"I saw him with Jessie this morning." I stated.
"What happened?" She inquired.
"She hugged him. I'm not mad, but I know what she's doing." I stated.
"Rick loves you, and the last thing he would do is hurt you." She replied.
"I know." I mumbled.
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"Listen to me right now." I told Ron, trying to make him feel intimidated.
"Why should I?" He asked.
"Shut up. I know what you're trying to do, I'm not a fool." I replied, my voice low.
"What?" He asked.
"You know." I replied.
"I don't have to listen to you, you're not my mom." He fired back.
"Just know, if you try to hurt any of my family, I will not hesitate to kill you. That's a promise." I replied.
"Keep talking and I'll have you out of this place. No one wants someone in here that threatens to kill kids," He replied, making a pouty face.
"Do it." I dared.
"Don't be surprised when Deanna is sending you out of here tomorrow." He replied.
"Don't be surprised when no one believes you." I replied.
"Who are they going to believe? An innocent little boy who's father died, or a bitch who came here and nearly destroyed this place?" He asked.
"Stay away from my family." I ordered, walking down the street.
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I bit my lip, Rick scolding me for talking to Ron like I did.
"I'm not a five year old." I told him.
"You don't get it. He's not going to do anything, but you have to go around with your big mouth and call him out. Jessie's pissed, Deanna's pissed, and that makes me pissed." He fired back.
"I can't believe you right now." I replied, sliding off of the kitchen counter.
"I can't believe you did that!" He replied.
"I talked to Carol about it, and she thought the same thing I did." I replied.
"Sam! What am I supposed to do? We tell these people that they need to learn how to protect theirselves, and when they finally get the nerve to, you have to switch into paranoia mode and think that they're going to kill us." He replied.
"Chill your dick. I'm not paranoid, I'm going with my gut feeling and common sense, which you clearly don't have right now!" I yelled.
"Can you guys shut up?" Carl yelled.
"Go to your room." Rick ordered.
"Fine." Carl replied.
"You can yell at me all you want, but I'm not going to teach Ron shit at my classes." I spat.
"Why do you have to be a bitch about it?" Rick asked.
I turned my head to look at him, deciding I was done with the conversation.
"The only reason you don't want to believe what I have to say is because you're stuck up Jessie's ass." I snapped.
"You're right." He replied.
My heart ached at his words, but I wasn't going to let it get to me.
"Maybe you should be with her, then. I'm not good enough, not now, never was, never will be." I replied.
"Maybe I should." He replied.
I looked down to the floor, trying not to let it bother me.
"You know, I should know by now that people leave. They always do, and I should be used to it by now. It's okay, though. I'm better off on my own." I replied.
"Sam," He replied, grabbing my wrist.
I ignored him and turned around.
"Sam, I didn't mean it." He mumbled.
I made my way over to the door, turning around to face him with my hand on the door knob.
"If you didn't mean it, then why did you say it?" I asked.
"I don't know." He replied.
"If you mean it, tell me. Don't lie to me because you 'feel bad' for what you said." I replied.
"Don't leave." He replied, as I opened the door.
"Tell Carl and Judith that I love them, okay?" I mumbled.
"You're not leaving." He stated.
"I am." I replied.
"You can't." He replied.
"Aaron showed me a way out earlier today." I replied.
"You say people always leave, but yet you're doing the same." He replied.
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