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Kendall’s POV
I clutched on to the blanket tightly with my free hand, while Frank held my other hand. He was so gentle, but so terrifying. I didn’t like how much control he had over me. I wasn’t used to not having freedom. It was so… terrifying, and made me feel so vulnerable- and now, now his words didn’t make any sense to me so I waited patiently for his explanation.
He seemed to be fighting for the words and I took the time to take in his appearance again. How could someone so attractive be so terrible? I wanted him to be a good thing, but from the beginning I should have known it was too good to be true.
Finally Frank seemed to find a starting point. “My family is different from other families.” My interest was immediate. I’d already wondered where his parents were, but I figured he’d murdered them because… well, that was what murderers did.
“Time has changed things, but not us.” Frank shifted on the couch and I glanced at him, to find him watching me intently. His gaze made me a little uncomfortable but I kept my eyes on him. “Families now are torn apart for the silliest of things, and that’s because the natural order of things has been destroyed. Men don’t take care of their families like they used to, and women aren’t kept in control.” I was starting to understand where he was going with this… oh god. He was crazy.
“Who told you this Frank?”
“My father, of course.” Frank replied. “This is how my family has always been. His brother broke tradition and now he’s dead.”
“Did you guys… Did you kill him?”
“No.” Frank frowned. “I’m not a monster, and neither is anyone else in my family. He killed himself after his wife left him, because divorce is something so common with the way the world is now.”
“So you… kidnapped me so that I could be your- your wife?”
“Yes.” Frank answered.
My thoughts drifted as he continued his story. I only caught bits and pieces, and I was sure that he got that after a few minutes as he trailed off. With a kind smile he added, “We can talk about this another time, when you’re better rested.”
I just nodded.
My mind was numb.
Frank was insane.
I was going to be ‘married’ to a crazy man. Surely it couldn’t be legal, though did that really matter? It wasn’t like he was going to let me go.
I panicked a little as something came together in my mind, “Frank… your uh dad… he did t-this to your mom?”
“Of course.” Frank responded. “I told you, it’s tradition in our family. The only one who has broken tradition is my uncle.”
“And then they had you.” Did Frank want… kids?
“Well, yeah.” Frank smiled brightly. “That’s what married couples do Kendall. They have children together. My parents only had me, but don’t worry. We can have as many as you want, once we’re ready. You’ll find I’m a very open guy. We won’t have too many rules in our house, besides the obvious.”
Oh god.
It was his dad that made him so fucked up, and his dad’s dad. This was a common thing in his family. How did people not know about this? How was his dad not in jail? He got away with it… just like Frank was getting away with it. The thought made me cold. Last night I’d tricked myself in to believing this was temporary, until someone found me. Now I wasn’t so sure that anyone ever would. This had been going on for years.
“You look tired.” Frank commented again. “Did you want to skip the movie?”
“Yes.” I couldn’t panic. It would do me no good. Tomorrow would be different. Tomorrow I would ask Frank more, and I would figure out a way out of this- and a way to make Frank understand that this wasn’t normal. His entire family was crazy, but a part of him had to be sane.
Frank turned the television off and stood, holding his hand out to me again. I gently placed mine in his, watching the way his lips curved in to a smile. He was nice, but he was mean. He was crazy, but before he’d seemed so sane. Something had to give with this guy, and before I started popping out his children.
I was far from ready for that.
Frank turned the hallway light on before he turned the living room light off, and it was the same when we reached the bedroom. He was being very considerate. Once I crawled in bed he stood in the doorway for a few seconds, just watching me.
“What?” I finally asked.
“I’m just admiring the view.” He commented.
I swallowed back my fear and said nothing of the compliment. “Are you turning the light off?”
“Can I?”
“Can you sleep with it on?”
“I can try.” Frank offered, as he left the light on and crawled in to bed beside me.
It took a few minutes to get situated. My wrists and ankles burned. I was disgusting from the filth downstairs, but hadn’t showered. I was too tired to care. The new information was bouncing around in my head, and I just didn’t know what to do- and again, I was just too tired to care.
Frank’s arms wrapped around me and then I was being pulled in to his arms. I didn’t fight it, because I was still a little frightened from the night before. It was oddly welcomed. I just wanted him to hold me so that I could sleep, because otherwise I wouldn’t be able to. I could still feel the darkness tickling my skin, and when I closed my eyes I shivered. Frank’s hold on me tightened, and that was the only way that I was able to fall asleep.
Soon the exhaustion got to me, and sleep took me.
**
(Frank’s POV)
I held Kendall, hoping the shaking and shivering would stop. It didn’t, instead as she fell asleep she let out mumbled cries, while her defenses were down. Fear was great for bonding but that’s not what I wanted. I didn’t want to scare her in to my arms, though that was precisely what I’d done.
I wasn’t sure how much information about my family she’d taken in, as she seemed to have spaced out quite quickly. It was a lot to digest, and I kind of expected her to be overwhelmed which is why I wanted to take it slow.
It was the only way to make any of this work.
But it was hard.
I wasn’t raised to wait around on girls, and I wasn’t used to them calling the shots.
Though I had kidnapped Kendall in a way… and there were rules, the truth of it was that she made the final decisions as far as I was concerned.
She had more control than she knew, and now that I actually had her that became a lot clearer to me.
I wasn’t my father, not entirely.
I clutched on to the blanket tightly with my free hand, while Frank held my other hand. He was so gentle, but so terrifying. I didn’t like how much control he had over me. I wasn’t used to not having freedom. It was so… terrifying, and made me feel so vulnerable- and now, now his words didn’t make any sense to me so I waited patiently for his explanation.
He seemed to be fighting for the words and I took the time to take in his appearance again. How could someone so attractive be so terrible? I wanted him to be a good thing, but from the beginning I should have known it was too good to be true.
Finally Frank seemed to find a starting point. “My family is different from other families.” My interest was immediate. I’d already wondered where his parents were, but I figured he’d murdered them because… well, that was what murderers did.
“Time has changed things, but not us.” Frank shifted on the couch and I glanced at him, to find him watching me intently. His gaze made me a little uncomfortable but I kept my eyes on him. “Families now are torn apart for the silliest of things, and that’s because the natural order of things has been destroyed. Men don’t take care of their families like they used to, and women aren’t kept in control.” I was starting to understand where he was going with this… oh god. He was crazy.
“Who told you this Frank?”
“My father, of course.” Frank replied. “This is how my family has always been. His brother broke tradition and now he’s dead.”
“Did you guys… Did you kill him?”
“No.” Frank frowned. “I’m not a monster, and neither is anyone else in my family. He killed himself after his wife left him, because divorce is something so common with the way the world is now.”
“So you… kidnapped me so that I could be your- your wife?”
“Yes.” Frank answered.
My thoughts drifted as he continued his story. I only caught bits and pieces, and I was sure that he got that after a few minutes as he trailed off. With a kind smile he added, “We can talk about this another time, when you’re better rested.”
I just nodded.
My mind was numb.
Frank was insane.
I was going to be ‘married’ to a crazy man. Surely it couldn’t be legal, though did that really matter? It wasn’t like he was going to let me go.
I panicked a little as something came together in my mind, “Frank… your uh dad… he did t-this to your mom?”
“Of course.” Frank responded. “I told you, it’s tradition in our family. The only one who has broken tradition is my uncle.”
“And then they had you.” Did Frank want… kids?
“Well, yeah.” Frank smiled brightly. “That’s what married couples do Kendall. They have children together. My parents only had me, but don’t worry. We can have as many as you want, once we’re ready. You’ll find I’m a very open guy. We won’t have too many rules in our house, besides the obvious.”
Oh god.
It was his dad that made him so fucked up, and his dad’s dad. This was a common thing in his family. How did people not know about this? How was his dad not in jail? He got away with it… just like Frank was getting away with it. The thought made me cold. Last night I’d tricked myself in to believing this was temporary, until someone found me. Now I wasn’t so sure that anyone ever would. This had been going on for years.
“You look tired.” Frank commented again. “Did you want to skip the movie?”
“Yes.” I couldn’t panic. It would do me no good. Tomorrow would be different. Tomorrow I would ask Frank more, and I would figure out a way out of this- and a way to make Frank understand that this wasn’t normal. His entire family was crazy, but a part of him had to be sane.
Frank turned the television off and stood, holding his hand out to me again. I gently placed mine in his, watching the way his lips curved in to a smile. He was nice, but he was mean. He was crazy, but before he’d seemed so sane. Something had to give with this guy, and before I started popping out his children.
I was far from ready for that.
Frank turned the hallway light on before he turned the living room light off, and it was the same when we reached the bedroom. He was being very considerate. Once I crawled in bed he stood in the doorway for a few seconds, just watching me.
“What?” I finally asked.
“I’m just admiring the view.” He commented.
I swallowed back my fear and said nothing of the compliment. “Are you turning the light off?”
“Can I?”
“Can you sleep with it on?”
“I can try.” Frank offered, as he left the light on and crawled in to bed beside me.
It took a few minutes to get situated. My wrists and ankles burned. I was disgusting from the filth downstairs, but hadn’t showered. I was too tired to care. The new information was bouncing around in my head, and I just didn’t know what to do- and again, I was just too tired to care.
Frank’s arms wrapped around me and then I was being pulled in to his arms. I didn’t fight it, because I was still a little frightened from the night before. It was oddly welcomed. I just wanted him to hold me so that I could sleep, because otherwise I wouldn’t be able to. I could still feel the darkness tickling my skin, and when I closed my eyes I shivered. Frank’s hold on me tightened, and that was the only way that I was able to fall asleep.
Soon the exhaustion got to me, and sleep took me.
**
(Frank’s POV)
I held Kendall, hoping the shaking and shivering would stop. It didn’t, instead as she fell asleep she let out mumbled cries, while her defenses were down. Fear was great for bonding but that’s not what I wanted. I didn’t want to scare her in to my arms, though that was precisely what I’d done.
I wasn’t sure how much information about my family she’d taken in, as she seemed to have spaced out quite quickly. It was a lot to digest, and I kind of expected her to be overwhelmed which is why I wanted to take it slow.
It was the only way to make any of this work.
But it was hard.
I wasn’t raised to wait around on girls, and I wasn’t used to them calling the shots.
Though I had kidnapped Kendall in a way… and there were rules, the truth of it was that she made the final decisions as far as I was concerned.
She had more control than she knew, and now that I actually had her that became a lot clearer to me.
I wasn’t my father, not entirely.
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