It never last. (The walking dead fan fic)

Chapter 3.

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Clem: Is he awake?
Me: Give me a moment would ya?
Clem: Sorry...
Lee: Cl-Clem?
Clem: L-lee?
Clem was crying.
Lee: Where's the group.
Clem: We need to leave.
Lee: Is it over? Am I dead? Is this fake?
Me: Can we just go?
I walked over and picked the lock with my knife.
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Lee: So you saved me?
I nodded. 
Lee: B-but how?
Me: Clem can you tell him.
Lee: Something tells me you don't like me.
Me: Just tired.
Lee: Arnt we all.
Me: Clem! Get out here!
Clem: I'm making tea.
Lee: I didn't catch your name.
Me: Gracie.
Lee: I'm lee.
Me: I know who you are. Clem won't shut up.
Lee: You always sound mad in your voice.
Me: Clem!
Clem walked out with three teas.
Me: Bout time.
Lee: So am I going to hear the story about how you saved me or not?
Clem: Gracie?
Me: You do it.
Clem: Well Gracie here is unaffected to walker bites and she put her blood into your bite and now your unaffected by it too.
Lee: Wow.
Clem: We could save the world. If we went to the hospital and got pints we could fill them with blood and boom we save the world.
Lee: It's not a bad idea.
Me: I wish we could have saved my mom...
I quickly shut my mouth.
Me: Whoops...
Lee: what happened to your mom?
I walked upstairs and slammed the door shut I wanted to cut but Clem took all my sharp objects a I'm not wasting my good knife on me. So I laid down and went to sleep.
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I hands were shaking me.
Me: Clem go!
Lee: We need to talk.
I stayed silent.
Lee: I'm sorry. I thought I recognized you I was close with the kendalls.
Me: Sorry won't save my mom.
Lee: What about your dad he was cool.
My eyes widened at the word dad.

Hey Gracie want to play a game?
Well what game is it?
Well come here and I'll tell you.
Will it be fun?
For me.
But can't we wait for mommy to come home she won't want to miss all the fun of this new game. What is the game anyways.
Just come here I won't tell you if your over there.
But why?
Come here.
Fine.

Lee: Gracie?
Me: What?
Lee: You were in la-la land for a solid five minutes.
Me: Whoops.
Lee: So... What about your dad? Did you live with him?
I grabbed my arm and showed it to lee. His mouth dropped 30 scars on my wrist from a blade.
Lee: He cut you?
Me: He is the reason I cut myself.
Lee: What did he do to you.
Me: Can you keep a secret.
Lee: Definitely.

Fine.
Let's go downstairs.
But I don't want to.
Please grace.
Okay. Just don't cry.
Why would I cry I'm the grownup.
But if you cry I will cry.
Well then I won't cry.
Lay on the wall.
Okay. What now.
Give me that shirt.
What one?
The one your wearing.
But I don't want to!
Your 8! You'll be fine.
Okay. Here. Why do you need it.
To wash it.
Oh.
So I need your pants too.
Okay. Here ya go.
And the underwear.
Here. But now I'm cold.
Lay down.
Okay. Ow what are you doing! Dad stop why is your finger in my thing.
Shhhhhhh. This is the game.
I don't like it.
Then let's try this.
Why is your boy thing in my girl thing? Please stop it hurts!

Lee: So he?
Me: Yeah.
Lee: That's fucked up.
Me: Yeah.
Lee gave me a hug.
Lee: I'm sorry that happened to you.
I hugged Lee back and started crying.

Please stop it hurts!
Oh stop crying! *smack*
Please stop! I can't take it.
If you cry you get smacked. No one loves an asshole like you. *smack*

Me: I'm sorry.
Lee: Why?
Me: I was an asshole.
Lee: How?
Me: I cried.
Lee let go of me and looked me in the eye.
Lee: I still cry. And I'm not an asshole.
Me: So your not going to smack me?
Lee: For crying? No.