Michonne's P.O.V

"Thank you all for coming to my son's 5th birthday party, I really appreciate it." I smiled "treat bags are being given out by Carl, for kids only-- I'm watching you Glenn."

Everyone laughed and Glenn stuck his tongue out at me.

"Am I considered a kid?" Jay spoke out, his deep voice startling those around him.

"No." I laughed "you're 18."

"Damn." He mouthed.

"Alright guys, I'm gonna be heading home, but I want to thank you all one last time."

"It's not a problem, we love you." Beth smiled "come back anytime!"

I wanted to thank the Greene's a million times, and everyone who came and unfortunately, I can't, but I am so grateful. God knows I am.

Everyone returned back to their conversations, Andre lingered around with Carl, Jay and Enid while Rick hung out with Glenn and Abraham.

Before leaving, I quickly paced through the crowd to get to Rick.

"Hey," I tapped his shoulder, sending him in a sharp turn, "oh.."

My smiled faded when my eyes trailed to the beer in his hand.

"You're not driving?"

"Oh, uh, no.. Jay's taking Andre, Carl and I home. You go on ahead and get you some rest."

"You sure?"

"You've had a long day so I'm positive." He whispered "I love you."

"I love you too. And only two beers, okay? Get home safe."

"Okay Michonne." He kissed my head and turned back to the boys, leaving me dazed.

I walked away, hugging others on my way out the house until finally -- I was walking down the road of many cars, trying to find my own.

Once I laid eyes on my blue Toyota, I hurriedly got in and cranked it up. Anxious to get home and sleep in peace and quiet.

Not clean. Rick can do that, or Carl. They'll understand.

As I drove down the empty road, the music turned to low volume, my vision started to blur-- and I swear I could hear voices in my head saying...

"Don't go home tonight."

Jesus Christ I am  so sleep deprived. I'm hearing things! I'm going insane.

I really need to get home before I fall asleep behind the wheel.

And with that, I floured the gas pedal. Speeding off down the country road, the sweet sounds of tiny sticks and acorns crackling beneath my tires, it sounded like home.

My eyes got heavier and heavier by the minute but I made it home in time.

My Toyota may be old but it sure can kick some speed.

I got out the car and slammed the door shut. A tickling chill ran up my spine when I glanced at our big brown house.

Strange.

I dragged myself along the pathway and onto the porch, scrambled through my purse until I could find my key, and jammed it in the lock. I was In the house within seconds but it just didn't feel like home...

I hung my purse and keys upon the coat rack and moaned and groaned until I pranced into the living room, flopping on our suede brown sofa.

My feet hurt so bad, I can literally die.

I grabbed the remote so I could catch the 8 o'clock news, but when I reached my hand off the sofa and onto the table--- I heard a vase fall from the kitchen.

I stared at the walls that held the yellow kitchen Rick and I designed.

Now, I'm no blonde in a scary movie-- so I quietly got up and tiptoed with my back against the wall to the kitchen.

If someone ever so happens to be in my house, I would have to fight. My katana is all the way upstairs and there's no time to get it in case of an emergency. But that's okay cause I'm damn good fighter.

I pressed my back against the wall, my eyes lower than Donald Trump's IQ, and slid on the kitchen walls.

No one was there but oh yes, a vase had fallen.

No one was here though..

I walked toward the island table and bent down to pick up all the big pieces of glass I could throw away, but when I looked back up... I was knocked back down.

Everything happened so fast I couldn't even blink. I fell to the hardwood floor, on my stomach, knocking the breath out of myself. I winced in pain but tried to back away. I took one glance up and I felt as if my soul had left my body when my eyes met Mike's.

"The hell is wrong with you?" I grabbed at my stomach, that was hurting even worse now, and breathed deeply.

"You can't leave me, Michonne. That's not how things work with me."

And with that, he pulled a small gun from his back pocket and slammed it against my head.

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I woke up in a chair. Tied down. I was placed in front of the door and I was alone.

I looked around for Mike, twisting and turning, the legs scraped against the floor.

He suddenly descended from the hallway, a string in his hand.

"Damn, I though that hit would put you out for atleast  20 minutes. I was wrong." he chuckled and approached me.

"Look at you pretty girl," his finger slid across my forehead, wiping the blood that dripped from the open wound that he left.

"Why are you doing this?" I tried to scoot away but it was no use. I was weak, sore, sleep deprived and most of all, scared.

"Some things are better left unknown."

He walked over to the door, tied the string to the door knob and tied the other loose end to the trigger of his gun.

He then took out duct tape and began to tape the gun to the wall right beside the door...

So it someone opened it.. they'd take it to the brain like Kurt Cobain.

"Mike please, please, don't do this." I pleaded. Just thinking about Rick or Carl or Jay walking through that front door. And me, having to watch a bullet pierce through their skull.

"Anything you want," I cried "you can have it. Please. Please."

He looked at me and smiled. An evil smile. One that screamed the ugly truth.

"I wanted you. But I can't have you--- so no one will."

"Michael, please. Let me go. Please, I won't ever speak of this if you just let go." I pleaded. I've never ever begged for my life or anyone else's because i am one tough woman but this is different.  This is beyond my ego.

"It's too late, M. All the doors are secured and someone's going tonight. Rather it's me, you, or your new beginning."

Rick.

Don't come home to tonight, please. Please. Keep Andre and Carl over Jay's for a little while longer. I'll get out of here and I'll save us.

UGH! I wish he could hear me.

I wish I could save him.

I just want to break into a million pieces.

"I'll be with you." I cried "I'll come home with you. Me and Andre. And we'll all be happy, okay?"

"Really?" He muttered.

I nodded, trying my best to hold back the tears.

"I can't M, I'm already this far into it. I can't just walk away."

"You can Mike you can!" I whined, the blood running down my nose.

Abruptly, a car door shut outside and my mind fluttered into an empty void of nothingness.

I can't lose him. I can't lose my soulmate, the father of our unborn child, the man of my dreams. I can't.

Don't walk in, Rick.

I could hear hear his faint laughter, Andre's too, and Carl and Jay arguing loudly.

"Mike it's not too late. Cut the String. You can't let our son see this."

"Your son now." He bellowed.

I couldn't take it. I started screaming "DONT COME IN, DONT COME IN!"

I screamed so loud until Mike gave me one to the jaw but I know they couldn't hear me.

And then, footsteps on the porch. Mike held his hand against my mouth to keep my from screaming but I tried god knows I tried.

The door knob twisted, the door opened, and the gun popped off.

"RIIIIIICK!!"