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Maggie's Nightmare

Maggie's Nightmare: Chapter Nineteen

First and foremost ... I want to apologize for taking a few days off. I got the flu and was in bed feeling super yucky the last couple of days. I tried to work on the story, but with all that medicine and feeling sick - I just couldn't do it. So, my apologies on the delayed post ... I know how annoying it is to have to wait on a chapter when you are dying to find out what happens next.
So sorry everyone ... :(

As always, thank you to everyone who is reading and following this story ... I appreciate it.
And, a Special Thank you to The Undead, chroniclesofcharnia, dixiewolf, neentje, xoDarylxo, daniilovesyyou, and JamieM for commenting on the last chapter - you all seriously rock! I love you all!

Now, let's go ahead and get back to our story ...


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The Governor's POV –


To say I was excited as we approached the Fort would be an understatement. The caravan of vehicles and Humvees arrived at the main gate, and I could hear one of the guards on the tower shout down.

"Open the gates. The Governor is back. Let em through."

I looked over at Maggie and smiled, but was still staring blankly out the window.

I hoped that she would perk up here real soon …


I accelerated and pulled the vehicle into the base, and drove past the main center of The Commonwealth.

I grabbed the CB and radioed Lt. James.

"James. I'm headin' home. Gonna get Maggie settled in. Can you get the men debriefed on the
mission? I'm sure they'll all be pleased it was such a huge success."

"Will do." James answered on the other end.

Maggie grimaced as I put the radio back in its holster.

Then I heard her voice whisper beside me.

"Beth? Is she okay? Is my sister okay?"

I looked over and saw her eyes were swollen and red; she must've cried every tear she had on the way here.

I stared back at her blankly, but figured I would go ahead and be the bigger man and extend an olive branch to her.

I grabbed the CB radio again.

"James?"

"Yes, sir."

"Can you give me the status on the other young woman's condition? I'd appreciate it."

"She just went into surgery. Dr. Montgomery said the prognosis looks real good though."

"That's wonderful news, James. Just wonderful."

I looked over at Maggie and I could tell she was relieved by the news, but she still seemed very melancholy. I had wanted to make this homecoming as pleasant as possible (for the both of us), so I radioed James again.

"Can you get one of the men to check on her and see how she is doing? Get a full update and report back to me."

"I'll check on her myself, Governor. I'll follow up with you as soon as she's outta surgery."
Maggie still had her head pressed against the window; looking outside. I gently placed my hand on her thigh, and I could feel her leg tense underneath my hand.

I smiled. "There … feel better? Your sister is going to be just fine."

I could hear her exhale deeply, until finally she slowly lifted her gaze to meet mine. She nodded slowly and did her best to attempt a smile.

As we drove along the main road, I looked out at the vast empire I had acquired. So much more than I had ever dreamed of; it put Woodbury to shame.

"So … Maggie … what do you think about all this? Impressive, isn't it?"

I eagerly awaited her response.

"It's great." She said quietly.

I could tell she was lying.


I could feel myself starting to become seriously irritated with her and her sullen behavior. So, I sarcastically made a mention of her miserable little homestead at the prison.

"Well, it's not as a quaint as your accommodations at the prison … but I think you'll find it more than adequate."

We pulled up out front of my apartment, and I took the keys out of the ignition.

"Ahh …home sweet home."

I jumped out of the truck, ran around and opened the door for her. I reached out my hand, which she thankfully took without too much prompting and helped her out of the truck and into the building.

"Unfortunately, sweetheart … we're on the top floor." I opened the doors to the staircase. "No electricity, so we're gonna have to use the stairs."

She looked up at me and rolled her eyes.

"I know. I know. But, I'll help ya …"

When we finally reached the door, I told her to close her eyes.

"Why?" She replied curtly.

I made sure she knew how serious I was by changing the tone of my voice, when I asked her again. I hated to ask people anything twice. She was lucky I was in a good mood, or I would've struck her right there.

"I'm not gonna ask ya again. Close em, Maggie."

She lowered her head and closed her eyes. "Fine."

Damn, she can be willful! That's definitely somethin' we're gonna have to work on.


But, I didn't want her bad mood to ruin this for me. I could be excited enough for the two of us I figured.

"I want it to be a surprise …"

I unlocked the deadbolt locks on the front of the door, and then led her inside.

"Go ahead, Maggie. Open em."

She opened her eyes and looked around. I could tell she was immediately assessing the place.

How predictable …


"How bout ya leave makin' plans for your escape … until a little later? What do ya say?"

I smiled and she just pursed her lips and looked away, as I continued. "This will be your home from now on, Maggie."

And, then I corrected myself. "I mean our home."

I could tell she was in shock. And, to be honest, I was feeling a lot of emotions too. This was a big step in any couple's life … movin' in together an all.

I walked up next to her and stood beside her. I wrapped my arm around her waist, bringing her in close for a side hug. I leaned over and gently kissed the top of her head.

"Nice place, don't ya think?" I paused and she gave me no response. "Well, I like it. I think you'll grow to like it too."

She looked pathetic in that moment. Like every bit of fight she had left in her had somehow vanished, which I was happy to see go. I didn't want her upset, but things would go a lot more smoothly here if she just minded her manners and behaved.

"Well, Maggie, darlin' … let me show ya around."

I looked over at her and smiled, and watched as a single tear slipped down her cheek.
I reached over and grabbed her hand; intertwining her fingers with mine.

I gave her the grand tour of our home. I showed her the living room, guest rooms down the hall, and my office, which I of course was off limits and I forbade her to enter … one of those pesky 'house rules.'

Next was the dining room and then kitchen.

I could see a spark flickered in her eyes; the wheels in her head start to spin.

"There's nothin' in there for you … nothin' except food and water. Ya won't find any knives or anything like that in there, if that's what you're thinkin' bout."

"That's not what I was thinkin' bout." She sharply replied.

She was a terrible liar – that's exactly what she was thinkin',but I didn't call her out on it though.

"Good."

Then, I motioned for her to follow me towards the master suite.

"And, over here … is our bedroom."

She abruptly stopped walking as we got to the entrance to the bedroom.

"I ain't goin' in there with you …"

Her eyes widened and her lips shut tight. I could tell she was adamant about not going in.

She could be so childish sometimes.


"Now, Maggie. Don't be like that Maggie … I'm just showin' you around."

I tried to calm myself and took a deep breath. I didn't want to ruin this moment for either of us; however, I couldn't have her thinkin' that she had any choice in the matter.

"Now, come on over here. I want to show you our bedroom … I've got it all set up for you."

She tried to yank her arm from my grasp, and she started yelling.

"No! I'm not gonna go in there with you."

She continued her struggle and I finally let go of her hand.

"I … am not … going in there!"

She looked at me; fear and anger welling up in her eyes.

Her insolence infuriated me, and without hesitation I brought the back of my hand across her face as hard as I could.

She yelped in pain and grabbed her face; she looked at me with both fear and hate in her eyes.

"Well … that was unfortunate." I rubbed the back of my hand. "I didn't want to have to do that. But, if you insist on misbehavin' Maggie …"

I paused and I walked up close to her, so that we were face to face. I grabbed a hold of her face tightly with my right hand, yet she continued to look away from me.

"Now might be a good time to go over some things." I squeezed her face with my hand, undoubtedly leavin' marks there that would serve as a reminder to her in the days to come. "I want ya to look at me, Maggie."

She looked up slowly, eventually meeting my gaze.

"Now, there's gonna be some rules to you livin' here. They're very simple, but very important rules." I paused to make sure she was listening. "Now … I'm only gonna tell ya them once. Break em … and there's gonna be serious consequences. Do you understand what I'm sayin' to you?"

She nodded. "Yes." She looked up at me fearfully and I let go of her face.

I reached down again and tenderly took her hands in mine.

"It's really very simple …

First Rule of the house: Do everything I say – when I say it. And, don't make me ask twice. So, if I tell ya to come here. You do it and don't give me any lip about it. If you disobey, I'll be forced to make you do what I ask … and I will do so by whatever means is necessary.

Second Rule of the house: Don't do anythin' foolish. Means no tryin' to escape, no tryin' to get Beth freed … no funny business. I won't stand for it. If you try to free Beth, I will throw her to my men where they undoubtedly will do things to her where she'll wish she was dead.

And, finally … the Third Rule of the house: Don't try to kill me or try and kill any of my men. It's just gonna really piss me off. And, even if you succeeded and somehow killed me … I have loyal Lieutenants that would take my place in an instant." I leaned in close to her. "And, God only knows what they would do to you and Beth should anything happen to me. Either way, it would make livin' here with me seem like a dream. Got it?"

She nodded and lowered her head; allowing some tears fell to the floor.

"I don't have to remind you that I do still have Beth here." She looked up; her face gripped with fear. "And, if you did decide to escape or release yourself from this place by takin' your own life … well, I'd be forced to …take out any punishments on poor little Beth. Now ya wouldn't want me to have to do that … now would ya?"

She just stood there silently; looking positively horrified.

"Now, Maggie. Don't give me that look. Ya don't have nothin' to worry bout if ya just follow the rules. Follow the rules and life here could be … well … quite happy, I think."

I let go of one of her hands and reached for her face again. She flinched. I continued to brush a piece of hair from her face. I cupped her face with my hand gently this time.

"And, that's another thing …" I paused and rubbed some dirt off her cheek with my thumb. "You're mine now. You're here; you're in my house … you're mine. I need you to understand that, Maggie. I don't want you to pull away from me or flinch when I come near you. You'll need to work on that."

"You're insane …" The angry words slipped off her lips in a whisper.

"Perhaps … but, you're going to have to act the part while you're here. I won't stand for it any other way … do ya understand?"

She nodded yes as I gently ran my hands over her shoulders and down her arms. I pulled her left hand up to my mouth and placed a kiss on top of her hand; on top of her wedding ring.

I looked deep in her eyes and there it was … the look I'd been waitin' for … I had finally broken her.

"I'll need this from you as well." I gently ran my thumb over the ring on her finger.

She started to sob uncontrollably as I slid it off her finger and put it in my pocket.

"You're a monster, you know that?" She whimpered.

"I know, Maggie, sweetheart. Now come here …"

I reached out my arms for her, motioning for her to come to me. She looked at me hesitantly, but then slowly started to walk into my embrace. I wrapped both my arms around her and felt her body tremble as her body pressed up close to mine.

"Now, Maggie … that's not a hug. Remember last time?"

Then I felt her arms wrap around me and grip me tightly.

"There, there…." I ran my fingers through her hair; soothing her as she cried in my arms. "See?
You're already gettin' the hang of this. You're gonna do just fine …don't you worry."

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Maggie's POV –


How could he do this? How could this be happening?


That's all I could think about, as my face was pressed into the chest of the most evil hateful creature I could've ever imagined. He was a monster.

He continued to pet my hair, which was physically nauseating. He feigned like he cared about me, yet he continued to do and say things that he knew would break me; that he knew would humiliate me.

How was I ever going to get myself, my baby and Beth out of here in one piece?


I didn't know what to do. But, I knew I didn't want to cause any problems for Beth, so I just stayed there as long as he wanted to hold me. I couldn't help but cry at the hopelessness of it all. I just let the tears come instead of trying to hide them; eventually they soaked the front of his shirt.

Finally, he pulled away from me.

"Here, let me have a look at you."

He stood there and just stared at me, with his one eye … his one evil maniacal eye. All of his hate, anger, and insanity flickered like a flame behind that one eye. I could see it now. I did my best to keep my composure as he continued to try and have a conversation with me like we were old friends or lovers or somethin'.

"Look at you. Ya must be due any day now."

He reached out, wanting to touch my stomach. I couldn't help but instinctively recoil from him and put my hands up near my stomach to ward off his hands and protect my baby.
I could see this made him angry, and I remembered the 'rules.'

"I'm not gonna hurt ya … I just want to feel the baby."

I nodded. "I'm sorry. Of course."

I moved my hands away, which were quickly replaced my both of his large hands; he planted them firmly on my belly.

"Oh, goodness … I think I can feel her."

Why was he calling the baby a her? I thought to myself.

He kept moving his hands every few seconds to another spot; trying to feel my baby. With every touch, I cringe. But, I held it together and I tried my best to not let him see my complete displeasure.

Then, I felt the baby do what I could only describe has … somersaults in my stomach. The baby had started doing that a lot lately. It was a feeling that hadn't really gotten used and took my just as much by surprise as it did him.

"Ha! Did you feel that?" He laughed a little, looked up at me and smiled. "She moved!"

Of course he felt it …


I hated that he received any pleasure from this situation, from me, or from this baby …


I answered him quietly.

"What?"

"She moved. Did you feel that?"

I just stared back defiantly. He leaned in close to me; his smile still ear to ear, bringing his face in close to mine. So close, I could smell the scotch on his breath that he had drank earlier.

He growled in my face as he spoke.

"I asked you a question, Maggie. Did … you …feel… that?"

I shook my head. "Yes, of course I felt it …"

He was quiet for a moment; a look of amazement overtook his face.

"Oh, my God … Maggie, it's unbelievable. She's really in there."

If I didn't know what a monster he was or what he did to me; I might actually believe he was bein' sincere.

"She must know I'm her daddy."

The words … 'she must know I'm her daddy' … just broke my heart. Glenn was this baby's daddy … not him.


I couldn't help the tears that seemed to fill my eyes and betray the fear and sadness that I now felt.

He continued. "You don't know how happy this has made me. Truly happy."

How he could say these things to me boggled my mind … He was truly happy in that moment?


His eye beamed with the joy of impending fatherhood. I'd seen it when I first told Glenn about the baby (before we realized he wasn't the father) and when Daryl found out he was going to be a father … true joy.

After what he did to me and how this baby came to be … how could he be so callous and so cruel as to take such pleasure from it? I couldn't wrap my mind around it.


I guess nothin' should surprise me with him. He was deranged. Delusional. It just made me sick that this monster was feeling that kind of happiness and joy right now.

Unbelievable!


He hugged me tightly, pressing his body into mine. Then, he cupped my cheek with one hand; the other remained on my belly.

He gazed at me like a man in love. It took all my might not to scream. Not to push him away. Not to cry.

"You've made me a very happy man, Maggie."

He planted a firm kiss on my lips, which thankfully was quick. And, then he started to walk towards the front door of the apartment, but then turned to talk to me.

"Now I had the boys bring up some hot water in the master bath. There's everything ya need in here to clean up; including fresh clothes in the closet and dresser. I want ya to wash up and get out of those bloody rags off. And, while I'm out, I'm gonna go ahead and check on Beth and see how she's doin' for ya."

I gave my best attempt to smile and responded to him as sweetly as I could. With him on his way to see Beth, I wanted him to be in a good mood. I didn't want him to have any reason to hurt her.

"Okay. I will."

"I'll be back later. We still have much to discuss…"

I shuddered at the thought.

"I'll be back in a few hours so we can share dinner together. I'm gonna have them make somethin' special for us tonight … to celebrate."

Jesus Christ. You're killin' me …


I struggled to keep the small smile on my face.

He continued. "And, wear somethin' nice … since it's such a special night."

I nodded yes and he closed the door. I cringed at just what he was implying … why was tonight so special? I didn't even want to think about it.

I listened as he bolted the locks on the outside of the door; locking me in his apartment. I had lived in a cell for over a year, but I'd never felt more like I was imprisoned as I did in that moment. I was his captive, his prisoner, and so was Beth.

God, help us …


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I stood alone in the apartment for a few minutes just looking around. My feet felt like they were frozen to the ground. I finally got the courage to walk into the master bedroom, the room that had cost me a slap to the face earlier.

I walked in slowly and noticed it was beautifully decorated. If this wasn't his room, I might have really enjoyed stayin'. But, instead of a comfortable place to sleep, I envisioned how he would most like use it to terrorize me. I tried to get that thought out of my mind. I needed to stay focused. I searched the room and looked for anything that I could use as a weapon. I checked the nightstands, dresser drawers, underneath the bed, the closet and then the master bath.

There has to be somethin' in here …

I looked underneath the sink and in the linen closet – nothin' Just a bunch of soaps, lotion, Q-tips, cotton puffs, and a bunch of other girly items I hadn't seen or used in I don't know how long.

He really had planned on me stayin' here for a while …
Jesus!

The thought gave me pause. I wondered just how long he had planned this, how long had he been watching us, and waiting to attack?

Towels in the linen closet, and just as he said … a hot bath waiting for me in the tub. I didn't know when he'd be back and I didn't want to get him angry over nothin', so I started to take off my clothes. I removed my bra and top, soaked in sweat and covered in dirt. Then, my favorite jeans along with my panties. I grimaced at the site of how much of my baby's sister's blood was stained. I thought about her being shot and how the blood started to immediately seep from the wound. The thought of her being shot, going into surgery, and what she may face after started to get me choked up. I knew Beth was tough, but she didn't know him like I did … we were gonna be in the fight of our lives here. I could feel it.

I stepped into the warm water, immersed myself all the way to my chin. I stared up at the ceiling and I …prayed. I prayed for a miracle. We truly needed a miracle. There had been so many times over the last two years that I'd prayed for God to answer me, but I think in this moment … I never needed help or an answer more.

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After I washed the dried blood off my hands and arms, I dunked my entire body and head underwater. It was so quiet under the water. All I could hear was my heart beat. Once I finished bathing, I wrapped myself in a towel and walked over to the dresser. I found he stocked it full of items for me: bras, panties, socks, undershirts, pajamas. I partially dressed myself and walked over to the closet.

Something nice …

I looked and there seemed to be the typical items: jeans, shirts, sweaters, jackets and they all appeared like they would fit me now and some were smaller.

Guess he didn't know what size to get, so he just got them all. This was all just too weird.
I moved each hanger to the side looking for this 'something nice' he mentioned and there it was … a dress.

A dress? Jesus!

I slipped it on over my head; it was long, silky and black with an empress waistline – high to allow for by pregnant belly.

I felt stupid. I felt humiliated. I felt desperate. And, most of all ... I was feelin' guilty. I felt like I was betraying everything Glenn and I stood for by even complying with any of his requests. Here I was dressing for a nice dinner, while my beloved Glenn was most definitely looking for me and probably worried sick, wondering if I was a live or dead. I wished in that moment that he was there to comfort me, to tell me everything was going to be okay. He always had a way of makin' me feel safe. It's one of the things I really loved about him. No matter how bad things got – Glenn was always there for me. But, not now. Not here. I was alone in this for now …

I noticed on the top of the dresser there was a hairbrush and some make up.

There's no way in hell I 'm puttin' any of this make up on for him …


However, I grabbed the brush off the dresser, and managed to get through all of the tangles and matted hair.

I just stood there for a moment lookin' at myself in the mirror. I turned to the side and looked at my belly. It was so big. I knew I was going to be due any day now. I rubbed my belly and spoke to my baby, somethin' I had just started to do lately.

"Hey little one … it's your momma. I'm gonna do everythin' I can to get us outta here. Okay?"

I don't know if I said it for the baby, or if I just needed to hear it too. Either way, I started to feel a little better. I little more confidant that maybe things could work out. Maybe me, or Beth or Daryl and Glenn would find a way.

In the meantime, I would need to take care of myself and Beth the best I could. I wandered into the main living space of the apartment; scouring the place for anything I could use as a weapon. And, he was right … the place was really devoid of anything that could be helpful to me. No lamps, no cords, no glassware, silverware, knives, plates … nothin'! At best, I had the pillows from the couch.

I thought to myself, "Great … maybe I can just beat him to death in a pillow fight!"


Jesus! There really was nothin' …


After my search for weapons came up empty handed, I searched for any ways I could possibly escape. I unlocked the door from the inside, but of course, the door didn't budge as he had locked it from the outside. Hell, I even checked the windows to see how high up we were. And, to my utter disappointment; he had boarded them up. I couldn't even jump out of a window … he'd thought of everything.

I took a seat on the couch and just sat there in the silence. I looked around at my prison and realized that I was trapped for right now. And, for the sake of me, my baby and Beth … I was gonna have to play along with whatever it was this psychopath had in store for me. The thought of it made me sick and made me so incredible sad, but I just didn't have any more tears to shed. I had to go into survival mode and prepare myself for the nightmare that was going to walk through that door any minute now …

END CHAPTER NINETEEN

Notes

I feel so bad for poor Maggie. After everything he's already put her through (or I guess I should say everything I've put her through) ... now she's locked down in his apartment just waiting for the nightmare to begin all over again. Things are not looking good for Maggie and Beth, I sure do hope Glenn and Daryl are getting plans together to get their girls out of there!

So, let me know what you think; like it, love it, hate it ... let me know your thoughts. If you've got a moment, please leave me a note or comment on your way out ... I'd love to hear from you all :-D

However, there will not be a Review Challenge for this Chapter ...

Since I delayed on the last post, I will get the next one up as soon as it is done. I am already working on Chapter 20, and will try to get it up asap. Of course, if you want to review this chapter ... please do so ... your comments and reviews really do make me smile and inspire me to write :-D

To all of you that consistently review
I just want to thank you for your continued support and thoughtful comments.

Here's a Teaser Chapter Twenty:
Maggie and The Govna have a quiet dinner at "home" together. He gives Maggie some very good news and some very troubling news. Maggie has to make an impossible decision ...

And, again, my apologies for the delay ... Hopefully, now that I've had the flu, I won't have any more sick days the rest of the winter (fingers crossed).

Best,
Dahlia

Comments

oh my goodness. This is good. You have done an amazing job writing this. I am a little sad, I have reached the end and I like it so much. I need to finish it.... Im worried about what will happen. But I am excited

RedneckDaryl16 RedneckDaryl16
3/24/15

oh my goodness. This is good. You have done an amazing job writing this. I am a little sad, I have reached the end and I like it so much. I need to finish it.... Im worried about what will happen. But I am excited

RedneckDaryl16 RedneckDaryl16
3/24/15

This story is really good!!! I read My Guardian and I could not stop. I love Bethyl and Maggie and Glenn. I really hope you add to both stories...... I really cannot stop reading them.

Bethyl333 Bethyl333
3/23/15

This story is amazing! I love the way you're having The Governor be more like he was in the comics... poor Maggie! I also like that while this is mainly about Maggie and The Governor, you've put some Bethyl in there. Can't wait for the next chapter!

Anonymous101 Anonymous101
3/21/15

@The Viking

haha thanks:')

PizzaGlenn PizzaGlenn
2/21/15