𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆𝙎𝙄𝘿𝙀

❝ CHAPTER TEN—" achilles
come down" ❝

tw: abuse, drug
use, language

▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ NOW THAT NIGHT-TIME HAD FALLEN ON ALEXANDERIA, BLYTHE JUMPED AWAKE FROM A DOOR CREAKING OPEN. she blinked multiple times, adjusting to the dark room and her blurry eyes. she tried to sit up only to feel some weight holding her down.

as light flooded into the room, she looked up to see michonne, who smiled a bright smile.

blythe tried to return the smile, but she was exhausted and her brain wasn't quite awake yet.

bly looked over to see carl leaned against her, his head fell on her shoulder.

she reached a hand up and gently shaked his chest, "carl."

getting nothing in response, bly took his limp hand and smacked his face it.

the boy jumped awake, jumping for his knife in his pocket, "calm down, it's just me."

carl looked at blythe, then at a giggling michonne, then back at blythe, trying to process what was happening.

he brought a hand to his jaw, "did you slap me?"

blythe yawned, "technically you slapped yourself."

carl rolled his eyes, "sure," he rubbed his eyes, "why'd you wake me up, I was having an epic dream about kicking your ass in pool."

blythe snorted, "still mad I beat you at all twelve games?"

carl scoffed, "of course not, tell her michonne, I'm not mad."

michonne flattened her lips, "I dunno, you get pretty crabby when you loose."

blythe smirked, tiredly poking his chest, "told you."

michonne held her hands down for the kids, which they gladly took. pulling themselves to their feet, the two stretched.

"apparently," carl began, "blythe is a pool nerd or something."

blythe elbowed him, "hey!"

he shrugged, "stating facts cloudy."

bly rolled her eyes, "whatever cowboy."

michonne smiled inbetween the two, "you're both so cute," she said.

blythe and carl's eyes met, finding that each other's faces were red. they instantly looked away, finding anything else interesting to look at.

michonne covered her mouth, "oops, my bad."

she clasped a hand on his back, "time to go home," she said, "it's way past your bedtime."

"I have a bedtime now?" carl groaned, bly snickered.

michonne grabbed his jaw, "carl, you're hardly standing right now, you're seconds from crashing into a coma."

carl yawned again, "I think you're right."

making their way out of the house, bly was hit with the crisp night air.

"it was nice kicking your ass in pool!" she said, before they all separated.

carl turned around with only a frown making bly burst into laughter.

unexpectedly, carl reached his hand up, and took her clip from her hair, letting it loosely cascade down her body.

"it's cold, long hair keeps you warm," he covered. in truth, he just really liked her hair down. he found it beautiful how her long hair would move with the wind.

blythe smiled, "can I have the clip?"

he hummed, "you get it tomorrow, maybe."

carl did blythes signature, funny bow, before catching up with his dad and judith.

blythe was left with thousands of crawlers in her body—butterflies. damn butterflies.

carl was a dream, she found it fascinating how one kid could pull blythe into the real world. he made reality worth living. she enjoyed their talks, their walks, how they watched clouds.

blythe loved how carl treated her as a equal. like a human.

she could see the obvious attraction he had for her. how he'd blush when she said something about him. how he couldn't keep his eyes off from her when she wore his hat. the way carl held her hand in the glade, it was something out of a romance novel.

she genuinely forgot when carl arrived to alexanderia, but knowing him in these past weeks felt more real then knowing liam for the past three years.

it was unreal. and even if carl didn't want her in any romantic way, she needed to end things with liam, she could no longer deny the feelings she had for carl grimes.

moving on from the situation, she made her way down the dark road. blythe searched for the abandoned building liam was mentioning earlier.

walking against her will, she stopped at the door of the rustic house. she could hear faint rave music playing, who the hell knows where liam got that.

"you'll be fine, stop in, then leave," she told herself, "you're ending this tonight."

walking into the party, she could see all the teenagers under nineteen in this one room, they were all dancing, moving, and drinking.

bly felt a wave of alcohol stench hit her, making her want to vomit.

she instantly spotted enid and ron who were dancing together, their bodies moved in sync to the music played from the radio. it was quite weird for them to be here being ron genuinely hated liam since that one day. guess they just felt like getting high.

bly walked up to the pair, "enid? ron?"

they turned to her, a big smile was on enids face, "bly!"

enid attacked the girl in a tight hug, "you're here! like actually here!"

blythe nodded, "i came for liam," she said, rubbing her arm.

the friend tumbled backwards, but bly caught her, enid was drunk.

enid stared up at bly for a moment feeling herself get lost in blythe's dark sapphire eyes, "enid—?"

the last thing bly expected was enid's lips on her own. enid crashed her face into hers so quickly that bly had no time to react.

bly was confused, but she didn't pull away. enids lips were soft and bly could taste the bitter liquor. it was definitely something she'd never experienced and It was very foreign.

enid took her hands, combing them through blythe's hair while bly raised her palms to her jaw, holding the girls face. enids other hand dropped to blythe's back.

there was a long moment between the two, their lips both moved together swiftly.

once the girls pulled away, gasping for air, enid smiled, "that was—."

"hot" ron said from the side, "that was hot."

blythe blinked a few times wondering what the hell just happened, "enid, please drink some water."

enid came back, giving bly a sloppy kiss on the cheek, "I'm good, I'm having–fun."

ron and the girl went back to dancing like nothing ever happened.

she had never seen enid so—loose before.

bly rubbed her lips dry while blinking again. she then turned around, looking for her boyfriend.

she scanned the area, in search of liam. in the wave of teens, she spotted him sitting with a few other guys, snorting a line of cocaine. it looked like it would was painful.

blythe didn't judge anyone for taking drugs, it just wasn't her cup of tea. shaking her head, bly heading over to him.

"liam, we need to talk in private," bly stated.

liam looked up, his eyes were dilated, his hair was disheveled. he was shit faced.

he smirked, "baby, my baby is here," liam laughed, standing up. he brought bly into his arms, "I—missed you, so much."

bly grimaced at all the different smells on him. liam placed a few kisses on her neck, then a few on her lips.

blythe instantly pulled away, she seen that his button up shirt was half undone, a trail of red bite marks followed to his neck.

"is that a fucking hickey?" she pointed.

liam nodded, "you know that bitch uh—she's got the blond hair? she's crazy," she stated.

blythe felt betrayed, or—maybe relieved? maybe both. to be honest, she didn't even know at this point.

liam shrugged it off, "it's fine, it's fine, come on let's talk." he made sure to grab his beer before leading the way.

they walked into the bathroom, closing the door for extra measures.

liam leaned against the door and blythe turned towards him.

"what do you—need to talk about?" liam asked.

blythe sucked in a breath, "liam, I don't know what's happening anymore. I mean, what the hell are we doing?"

he tilted his head, "I'm not following." he took a guzzle from his beer, his eyes traveled down her body.

bly fumbled with her hands, "I don't—" she paused, finding words, "I don't think it would be best for us to—"

"to what?" liam snapped his eyes to hers as he sprung from the door, inching closer, "say it, blythe."

bly stared at his red eyes, he seemed angry already. what she was about to say, would probably gain her one last beating, but then—she was going to do it, she was going to get away from liam.

she sucked in a breath, "we need to end things."

liam stared his dead cold eyes at her for a moment, he scoffed, "didn't I tell you that I'd kill you, my little pet?"

his hand snaked up to her neck, blythe moved away but found herself hitting her back to the counter.

"I'd kill you, let you turn? ring a bell?" he tightened his grip around her neck.

blythe felt her breath hitch, her heart was racing and and she felt sick to the core. her eyes began to tear up, but she refused to let them fall, she refused to look weak.

"isn't it lovely how much power I hold over you?"

he raised his beer bottle to her trembling lips, "I think you just need to lighten up, bly."

she kept her lips tightly closed, shaking her head no.

he clenched his jaw, "blythe take a damn drink!" he yelled.

his voice was so loud, it scared blythe. she only hoped someone heard.

"I'm not drinking your damn booze!" she yelled.

liam took his hand from her throat up to hold her jaw, his voice softened, "just a sip."

forcing her jaw to open, liam shoved the glass opening to her mouth. he slowly tipped the bottle up, "go ahead, bly, drink it."

blythe was pissed, she was pissed that every time she was around liam, she froze and couldn't do anything.

as liam emptied the bottle in her mouth, he pulled it away, "not a bad, huh?"

blythe held most of the liquid, daring herself not to swallow it.

liam glared, "what did I say, baby, drink up."

blythe took a risk and spat all the beer in liam's face. the taste still resonating in her mouth, it made her queasy.

he julted back in surprise, bringing a hand to wipe it all off.

"what the fuck, blythe," he swiftly brought a hand to her face, knocking her over the counter. the loud smack echoed in the room.

"If that doesn't work, maybe this will," he held blythe down against the counter as he reached for his back pocket.

blythe struggled against his grasp, wiggling to try and free herself but to no avail.

"get off me liam!" she could only look in the old, shattered mirror as he held a package of white powder.

now, blythe was acquainted with fear. living in a world like this—fear was natural. she knew when she was outside of alexanderia she could stand her ground against fear. she could still think clearly and logically when she'd be scared. when she first met liam, everything was perfect he'd wake her up from nightmares, console her from terrible thoughts. but now, he could care less. bly wished it could be easier, but it was not.

liam smirked at her, "this'll work," he dished the powder beside her, "it'll make you feel better."

"no, liam please," she struggled, "I don't want it."

liam brought a hand to cover her mouth, "shut it, you slut."

blythe breathed heavily, the fear in her gut rose, this was it, this was her breaking point.

liam paused for a quick moment, "you know, blythe, i thought I had everything under control, I had you under my shoes. you were my fucking toy, you know that?"

blythe closed her eyes tightly, mumbling into his hand.

"I wanted to kill you, I really did," he stroked her hair, "but it joys me to think how broken you'd be seeing that grimes kid in a pool of his own blood."

blythe opened her eyes, terrified. he wanted to kill her.

"then I'd leave you, feeling sorry for all that you did to me, fucking slut."

"and you know what?" he laughed, "it sounds like a hell of a good time ruining your life."

he attached one hand to hold her nose, not allowing blythe to breath.

blythe screamed against her will, it only came out as muffled sobs.

keeping her from breathing, this went on for twenty seconds. the air that remained in her lungs betrayed her, not lasting long.

blythe was now feeling light headed, the struggling and panicking didn't help her at all.

just as she began seeing white dots, liam removed his hand from her nose, allowing her to take a deep breath in, only to shove her face into the cocaine.

blythe tried to fight it, she did, but she already breathed the drug in.

liam loosened his grip on her as he laughed, "see what I mean? feel better yet?"

blythe wiped the extra powder off her nose, "you asshole," she yelled.

blythe brought her fist across his face, pounding his jaw in, making him tumbled into the door. she slightly lost her footing due to the lack of oxygen in her lungs.

liam recoiled with a surprised look on his face, "damn, not as useless as I thought you were."

in return, liam punched blythe in gut, then in the nose, making her bleed.

blythe fell against the counter again, pain instantly found its way to her body.

feeling a new and sudden angry in her, bly reached up to the shattered mirror and plucked a shard from its place.

swinging her body around, the glass shard in her fingers sliced its way through liams face. a cut formed, blood seeped from the bottom of his left eye all the way down to the right side of his jaw.

holding the shard in defense she yelled, "I'm done with you liam, you hear? I'm fucking done with your bullshit!"

liam was to shocked to speak, he held a hand up to his face, feeling the blood that drained from the deep cut.

blythe pushed him aside as she left the bathroom, slamming the door on him.

pausing for a second, tears threatened to fall from her eyes, "fuck," she mumbled.

walking past enid and rons calls, bly stormed out of the building, she could feel herself already becoming lightheaded.

her hands began to slightly tremble and her body temperature rose immediately higher despite the cold night.

feeling the tears suddenly fall, blythe made her way to the only other place she knew she'd be safe.

carl grimes lied in bed on the verge of falling asleep when he heard a tapping at his window.

he dismissed it, too tired to look up.

once again, there was a tapping on his window.

carl raised his head to see a figure crouching on the roof.

his rubbed his eyes, trying to decipher what the hell he was looking at.

rolling out of bed, he switched his lamp on before waking to the window.

opening the curtains, he seen a very disheveled blythe. there was dried blood coming from her nose.

unlocking the latch he slid the glass up, "bly? what are you—"

before he could finish his sentence, blythe hopped into his room and attacked him in a hug. 

he returned the hug of course, but he was more curious on why she was sobbing at 1am in his room.

he held a hand on her head and around her shoulders, "are you okay?" he asked, "what happened?"

blythe tucked her head into his chest, "I—I don't wanna talk about it."

he nodded, "you don't have to," he said softly.

he could feel her body tremble. her skin was burning up.

"are you sick?" he pulled away from the hug and set a hand on her forehead, "your very warm."

blythe wiped away her tears, "I need—can i—sleep here?" she asked.

carl smiled, "of course you can, bly. but I need to know if you're alright."

she looked up at him, her lip quivering. carl could see that her eyes were red and very dilated.

she simply shook her head, not saying a word.

carl nodded, figuring that much on his own, "do you want a shirt? I probably have some sweat pants around here."

blythe held her hands together, thinking about it a second. she nodded, "yes, please."

he could hear how broken her voice was, something had to of happened with liam.

bly sat down on his bed while carl was rummaging through his drawers.

she was spacing out, staring at the floor. her mind was empty but still she was very out of it.

the random high from the cocaine wasn't pleasant and thankfully it wore off within ten minutes, but the side effects took a toll on her body and her mind.

"here we go," carl handed her the clothes, "I'll go out—so you can change."

blythe nodded, silently thanking him. 

the door clicking closed, jumped bly out of her spaced state. she sniffled, staring at the clothes.

after a second, blythe was changed into one of carl's shirts and sweats he got from alexanderia.

"you can come back," she called, quietly.

carl opened the door, a frown on his face, he walked straight to her, holding out a wet towel, "here, for your nose."

she took it, rubbing away the blood.

carl reached for a pillow, "you take the bed, I'll take the floor."

she shook her head, "please, I don't wanna be alone right now."

carl walked to her, sitting on the bed next to her, "that's fine too, whatever makes you comfortable."

she smiled at him, tears still spilling from her eyes.

carl raised a hand, rubbing away the fallen tears.

"we better, uhm, get to bed," blythe said, "I usually go on runs when the sun comes up."

carl nodded, "you want the window closed? I know you're very warm and all—"

"If you could leave it," she said, her voice still quiet. there was a slight breeze that flowed into the room which was the only thing cooing off blythe's heated body.

carl leaned over and switched off his lamp, "well, good night blythe."

getting comfortable, carl felt bly lay closer to him, both lied majorly on one side of the bed.

she rested her head close to his shoulder, "this okay?" she whispered.

carl nodded, "it's okay," he brought his arm down and intertwined their hands, "you're going to be okay."

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it's a good day to hate
liam. I was gonna add a
lot more trauma towards
blythe but that girl needs
a break. don't worry, bad
bitch era coming soon

also, go check out still alive
by melekwar it's amazing!

ending on a happy note,
I hope you enjoyed this
rollercoaster of a chapter.

<3