Besides forever

Lorraine's POV~🦋

How can I go back to the Negan's residence after he came back with a woman of his choice....I can't....I have to respect their privacy and choices

Although I have lived at their hillside home for 5 years now since our marriage agreement , going back seems like a mistake

I went back there straight after work , picked up my clothes , bid farewell to the family and came back to my father's house....the father I haven't seen in years except during his companies merger meetings with the Negan community estates all across the state

I stood outside his huge wooden doors that needed 4 soldiers to open...ofcourse thats not a sarcastic remark . My father....Cain Lauren....the famous black man to make it out of the hood , extend a chain of tech companies and become a billionaire at the age of 27

The famous widower the whole community respects and helped mourn the death of his wife....my mom

I stood outside the door and knocked with my fist to avoid breaking my fingers....I banged the door multiple times before the doors creaked open...slowly revealing the familiar atmosphere

The familiar scent hit me in the face when I stepped inside the white walled living room with big brown leather couches and a golden fluffy carpet spread across the whole floor...and a very big diamond chandelier hanging majestically above my head

The 4 soldiers dressed in familiar military green uniforms bowed when I entered , 2 stepped outside and grabbed my lagguage while the other helped take off my heels and slipped big slippers into my feet

Had I had my way I never would have had people work for me like this but we were never allowed to speak to them...ever . They only spoke to my father , when my mother was alive she was never allowed to speak to them either

Jamal Raye...their captain motioned for me to follow him to my father's study upstairs and motioned for the other soldiers to follow as well

I slowly followed behind his tall physique , taking in the features of the house as we went by the living room

Nothing had changed since I left this house...it was as if everything was frozen in place....even the cold unfriendly conditioning was the same

My concentration was suddenly caught by the obvious commotion upstairs to my father's study....upstairs....the place I was ascending the stairs to

I bent sideways to peek above the stairs as Jamal was obstructing my view

The door on the right of where we were going...was closed shut...my father always condemned us when we were curious about his study....he only allowed us in only when it was important

But then all I heard was , I don't know...wrestling inside...loud groans and loud thuds

As we exited the stairs Jamal halted and just froze in place....he then turned to me as slow as he could be...his eyes were....pitiful ??

His green eyes sparkled and for a moment I thought I saw him open his mouth to try and speak to me...he never spoke...I only heard his voice briefly when he spoke to my father

But that was disturbed by a man who broke the study room door and fell on its shattered pieces of wood....the man groaned painfully on the ground with blood spewing out of every part of his broken skin

It was only when he turned that I noticed him despite his disfigured face....

"Chase", I panicked and scrumbled to his side...wiping blood off my elder brother's face with my hand

His eyes were closed tight and the left eye swollen shut....his nose disfigured and his lips broken and had open wounds....his once smooth sun kissed skin now bathed in red

With visible pain in his face , he struggled to open his one functioning eye

It seemed he took a while to recognize my face before his face shrinked with confusion , he open his mouth revealing his teeth covered with blood and his tongue with a huge cut

Although slurred I managed to make out the words out of his mouth

"Run....get away from here", he slurred....his voice hoarse yet soft and so full of pain

"Chase I'm.....", I was cut off by my father's deep voice coming from his dark study room

"Jamal....remove that piece of shit from my house before he dies on my floor . Do what you want with him....call me only when there's a corpse ", he said slowly coming out of his room into the light

His black eyes on me as Jamal bent down to my half dead brother , gently taking him away from my thighs

Before he carried Chase his eyes swiftly caught mine , before I could respond to him he quickly rose and carried Chase down the stairs with the aid of other soldiers

"Father I...I'm..sor...sorry to disappoint you but I have...he came back and has another woman", I stuttered , still on my knees infront of my father , nearly begging

His reply...not words , but a big hand tightly wrapped around my neck , limiting my oxygen intake

My hands suddenly rushed to his tight grasp choking me when he slowly stood me up and raised me up to the ceiling....as if making me stand next to the light to see me better then threw me into his study room

I crushed on top of his already messy wooden table and fell to the floor...wet with my brother's blood and some pieces of wood and trophies and papers

Still struggling to breath and gasping for air I softly massaged the area my father wounded with his grasp

His big giant silhouette black on the door did not help things at all....it only made my heart beat faster against my ribs...as if beating its way out

"Maybe I should've choked you to death with your mother that time....you're nothing but an embarrassment and a failure", he said in a voice dangerously low as he picked a golf driver , carefully examining it

He swiftly swung it behind him....I guess in his head anticipating a hard blow to my jaw...because thats what happened

Well it would not be nice to relay the events that follow for my mental state...it has always been like this anyway