Give Me Hell - part 13

Negan x reader (first person) series.

Starts off three years before the outbreak in 2007

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Words: approx. 1500

Warnings: age gap, teacher and student of a legal age (I DO NOT condone this in ANY way, this is just a fantasy), authority kink, bratty lead, dad’s best friend, foul language, guilt, shame, arguing, intimidation kink, underage drinking, fear kink, cheating, fingering, unprotected sex, rough sex, rough oral (male receiving), dominant Negan, dom/sub dynamics, public sex, exhibitionism, bdsm, bondage, super possessive Negan, angst, anal sex, consensual spanking. I might add to this for other chapters.  Do not read this if you are under 18 or are triggered by these things. Okay peeps, this might be the filthiest, most depraved smut I’ve ever written. Proceed with caution.

A/N: This is the fianl part, folks!

September 2007

We’ve had two more days, two more nights, before Lucille came back. Two nights together without even grazing the topic of her returning and me going away. On that first night with her being home I fall asleep on the couch watching movies, dreading going to lie quietly in my bed thinking about the fact that Lucille is next door with her husband, rebuilding her marriage. Waking up in the middle of the night, and almost falling asleep again at once, I shuffle my way up the stairs and go to bed. I’m barely conscious.

As I get up and make my way into the hallway the next morning, I almost walk right into my mother. She is lingering a few feet from my bedroom door, pale as though she’s seen a ghost.

“Mom, what’s going on?” My heart is going a million miles an hour, I feel like I might vomit. She is usually so cool and collected, and when she’s not she’s mad. This is different.

“I was coming upstairs to give you this.”

She shoves the phone into my hands. Even with the phone locked the text message lights up as a notification.

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