Your POV
I sat on Ricks bed rocking my legs back and forth. You could remember when you both laid on his bed, hand in hand. Those were better times. You remember when he had his arms around you when you were on the sofa. You remember helping him in the garage and sitting on his lap, resting your head agaisnt his chest as he fiddled with something.

Those were memories I remember vividly but i wish i could erase.
That night when he left, he never even told me and i still hated him for that. He didn't even say goodbye.

I sighed heavily and got up and walked downstairs.
I saw Beth and Morty sat on the sofa and i walked past them with my head down but Morty noticed my sad look on my face.

(oH gOd Im sO bAd At sPeaKing BitS)
"Are you ok Y/N?" He looked up at you, his eyebrows raised.
"Yeah i'm good kid.." I smiled and settled in the kitchen.
There was a loud knock on the door and we all glanced to the door.

"Ill answer it.." I mumbled sprinting to the door.
When i opened it my eyes grew wide, standing there was Rick, looking real rough.
He stared at me with a dull look in his eyes.
I didn't think twice before i slapped him round the face which seemed to wake him up more and he seemed took back. I didn't give himma chance to talk or explain himself...not like he could speak he looked so bad, very drunk.

"What The Fuck Do You Think Your Doing?!" I shouted.
"Your Going To Explain Yourself Or-"
I didn't have a chance to finish before Rick collapsed on top of my shoulder, his arms wrapped weakly around me.

I sighed, when he wakes up he has a lot of explaining to do...

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sorry its short, do u want part two? 👁👄👁