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THROWING PUNCHES

IT HAD BEEN a few days since Ricks trial. Everyone was weary around us, and I hadn't seen Nicholas since the incident. It was clear they were hiding him from me, that was smart. I still wanted to kill that asshole for what he did, for lying to Deanna about what happened.

As I walked around, people acted like I didn't see their awkward fearful stares but I did. I knew I scared people that day, as well as now carrying two hatchets at all times. I couldn't give a shit, let them be scared.

I thought about what had happened when dad returned. The conversation we had. Since that I hadn't spoken to him much. In fact I was avoiding him. With what was said, I knew he was going to give me those pity eyes. He was going to tread carefully around me and I didn't want that. It pissed me off and I was too easy to wind up right now.

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I was sat on my bed, staring down at my hands when dad knocked. I knew it was him from how quiet it was. He only knocked like that when he knew I was upset or something, Carol must have given him an overview of what happened whilst he was away. The mistakes I'd made. The people who'd died...

"Come in"

At my words dad entered the bedroom and gently shut the door behind me. He came and sat beside me, just in silence as he thought of what to say. He must've known.

"Carol told me what happened" he started quietly, almost impossible to hear but I heard him clearly. I sniffled and looked up, staring at the hockey stick in front of me. His name staring right back at me. A tear slipped down my face. "It wasn't your fault Tucker. Please don't think it was. I know how much ya loved him but please don't shut yourself off. Noa-"

"Don't" I choked out, cutting him off as the tears continued to flow. I couldn't hear his name, not yet "Don't say it... Please"

I stood up and walked towards the window, keeping my back to him as I stared out at the make shift grave. I didn't want to talk about it. I couldn't talk about it.

"Go" I said quietly, hanging my head down. I heard dad shift as he got up from the bed. Before he could protest, I cut him off "Just go"

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"Yo Tuck"

I froze my mindless wandering and frowned, turning on my heel to see who called me. My frown turned into a scowl when I saw who it was. Ron and I weren't friends, he seemed too high-strung the moment I met him. He huffed, out of breath, when he finally caught up.

"Its Tucker" I grumbled out rudely, looking around to see who was watching.

Ron scoffed, mockingly putting his hands up in surrender. I couldn't help raise an eyebrow at him, he was already getting on my nerves and I was ready to deck him. People like him pissed me off, privileged assholes who didn't know the first thing about survival. I just wished he wasn't about to say something that would tip me over the edge, no one around could help him.

"Okay then Tucker." He eventually shot back, rolling his eyes at me. My body tensed, hands closing into fists. Ron scratched the back of his neck and glanced around for a second before sighing "Can you tell Carl to stay away from Enid, she's my girlfriend."

My closed fists twitched as I frowned down at the boy. Out of all the things he could've said, I wasn't expecting him to ask that. With a scoff, I shook my head and started walking again.