Save the Savior | TWD

A/N: One character's storyline will be changed in this chapter. He/she will no longer be in the rest of the story despite the storyline of this character in the actual show.
Negan
I didn't like hurting her. I didn't want to. She made me look like a fool.
"Am I some sort of fucking huge joke to you?" I screamed, throwing her right on the ground.
"No! Negan. I'm sorry. Please." I watched as she begged on her knees, grabbing onto my waist
"It doesn't fucking seem like you're sorry! How many times do I have to repeat to you that you can't go around making me look like an idiot?" I picked her up by her arm, I hated seeing her in pain.
"I needed to see him." She cried, I hated it.
"You didn't need to see him. You wanted to piss me off!"
"No I didn't, Negan please. I'm sorry. I'll do anything please don't hurt me or any of my group!"
I had an idea. It wasn't a good idea. But it would make her know that I was in charge. It was show my men that I wasn't going to charge for a girl.
"Get up, sweetheart." I said softly to her. She calmed down and picked herself up.
"Negan, I'm sorry." She put her head on my chest.
"I know you are. Come on." I walked her out of the house. That's when I saw it. A polaroid of herself and Rick. It was her home.
"Where are we going?"
"Just watch." I whispered, walking towards where the rest of my men were.
"Dwight! Line whoever you can find up! Grab Rick." I ordered, they worked quickly. They knew exactly what i wanted them to do.
"Negan what are you doing?" I looked down at her. I didn't want to do it, but I needed to.
I ignored her, and smirked once I saw one of my men pushing down Rick right in front of me.
About 10 members of her group were kneeling down on the ground, just like the night I killed the red head and the Asian.
"Ophelia, love. Kill one or I will kill Rick." I looked at Dwight, who looked at me with panic in his eyes.
"NO!" She screamed, my poor baby- she was in a fragile state and I could do nothing.
Ophelia
I couldn't. I didn't want him kill Rick.
I thought Negan really did care. I was wrong.
I got pushed, roughly towards the members of my group. Negan started a countdown to one. I looked back at him in a panic.
I felt a man put something into my hands. It was a gun.
"Five..." Negan yelled, swinging around Lucille.
I cried and screamed. I'd never killed a living person for no reason.
"Four..."
I stared at the group of people in front of me. Rosita, Tara, Daryl, Carl, Eugene, and Michonne.
I didn't know what to do.
"Three..."
I was crying like a maniac, running around and panicking.
I wanted to shoot myself. I wanted it to all be over.
"Two..."
I stared at the gun. I looked at Negan, his men, my family, and Rick.
"One..." I shot the one person I saw when I opened my eyes.
The worst person I could have shot.