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Kendall’s POV



The bedroom door opened, startling me. I’d been sitting on the bed looking around the room. I didn’t really want to touch anything, or get up. I was kind of tired but not tired enough to fall back asleep.

“Are you hungry?” Frank asked.

“Nope.” I wasn’t going to make this easy.

“Will you watch a movie with me?” The sun was starting to go down already. I’d slept for so long today, and I could only sit in bed doing nothing for so much longer before losing my mind.

“Sure.”

“Cool. I’ll set it up in the living room. Bring a blanket. It’s a bit chilly.” Frank winked and then disappeared.

I took a deep breath and pulled the blanket off of the bed after standing up. I didn’t have much else to do. That was the only reason I was going to join him for a movie, right? I mean, there was no use in boring myself to death… that was quite boring.

The living room was dark except for the few candles situated around the room, giving it a soft glow. What was this? The smell of vanilla polluted the air, and unfortunately I liked it. Vanilla was a good scent. Frank walked around the kitchen counter and towards me… holding a bouquet of white roses. They were beautiful, and my favorite. How could he know that? Oh… my blog. He really did read it. Quite thoroughly it seemed. He knew my favorite scent, and my favorite flowers… I was impressed, though fighting the urge to show it.

“Thank you.” I had to be polite. It was how my parents had raised me, and something like that didn’t just wear off. It was with you for life, even when you were kidnapped it seemed. “They are lovely.”

Frank smiled. “As are you.” Cheese-fest.

“Er, thanks.” I choked out, as I felt my cheeks heat in embarrassment. It was embarrassing to get this kind of attention, and like it- and find your kidnapper sexy when he had… well, kidnapped you. It was just wrong, and humiliating- and wrong!

Frank adjusted the blanket on the couch as I inhaled the scent of the white roses that I was now holding. “Is there… do you have a vase for these?” I glanced around at the kitchen, surprised with how clean everything was. I hadn’t really paid attention before. I was too busy freaking out.

Frank’s smile widened. “The vases are underneath the sink. Feel free to rearrange anything though. It’s yours to do with as you please.” That was strange. I was too young for that. I didn’t want full reign of a kitchen. My mother had always been the kitchen conqueror. I always dreamed of living in a college dorm- and eating things that were microwavable. It seemed fantastic to me, and still did.

“What’s the movie?” I gazed towards the screen where previews were playing. Frank stared at me, causing me to have a renewed interest in finding a vase. The vase I chose was tall and clear, and actually quite beautiful.

“Nightmare on elm street is in right now. I actually rented all of the nightmare movies, and then I got the boogeyman too.” Frank replied.

“Horror fan?” I asked, as I cut the stems from my roses. Once they were submerged in water I took a second to appreciate their beauty.

“Sometimes.” Frank paused. “I’m in the mood right now.”

“The mood?” I turned towards him, trying to figure out what the hell that was supposed to mean.

Frank chuckled. “A horror movie mood.”

“Oh.” Well duh. The stupid award goes to…

“Is that okay?” Why was he being so nice? It was so confusing. Someone who did the things he had done couldn’t be this nice. He wasn’t supposed to light candles, or buy me flowers. He wasn’t supposed to rent us movies to watch together, or see if I even wanted to watch them first. He was supposed to be inconsiderate and easy to hate!

He wasn’t making this easy.

“I- yeah, sure.”

Frank smiled.

I couldn’t.

Thankfully he let it go and sat on the couch, patting the spot next to him. I slipped under the blanket and scooted towards the arm of the couch, as far away from him as I could- while he simply sprawled out comfortably.

“This dude kills people in their sleep.” Frank whispered excitedly, “Could you imagine- you’re asleep and having a nightmare, but it’s real… I wonder if the ones who don’t die wake up tired? ‘Cause they aren’t really getting sleep in their sleep.”

“Well, um.” I swallowed hard. “That kind of ruined the movie for me.” Hopefully he wouldn’t be mad with me being rude. It was a test. I waited patiently for him to explode.

He exploded.

… in laughter. “Oh fuck! You’ve never watched this before?”

“Nope.” I was surprised with his reaction.

“Shit. I’m sorry. It’s a classic. I just thought, I guess I assumed you’d seen it already. Forget everything I said okay? Wait, you probably can’t. Damn. Er, well, you don’t know it all yet!”

I almost laughed but stopped myself. “So he’s in their sleep- like does he make them go to sleep, like the … sleep fairy?”

“The sleep fairy?” Frank glanced over at me.

“Yeah, the make believe fairy that sprinkles sleep dust in your eyes?”

Frank started laughing again. “I’ve never heard of that one.”

“My parents used to tell me that was why I had sleep in my eyes when I woke up. You know when you have to wipe your eyes clean?” I blushed.

“Yeah.” Frank nodded. “That’s cute.”

“It was kind of creepy actually.”

“He doesn’t make them fall asleep.” Frank chuckled. “He’s not a fairy either.”

“Huh.” I turned my attention to the television just as the movie actually began.







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(Frank’s POV)



Kendall flinched at every single noise while characters were in dream states, or whenever anything slightly loud occurred. “Too much?” I leaned over and asked. This time she didn’t scoot away from me, as she had during the first half of the movie. She even left to the bathroom several times when I wouldn’t move away earlier.

We’d paused the movie more than the average movie watchers would, but we weren’t really all that average.

“No.” Kendall whispered, eyes glued to the television screen.

I chuckled, slowly shifting even closer. She tensed, and so I pointed out something that had happened in the movie. “What would you do in that situation?”

“Die.” Kendall blurted out, unconsciously moving a little closer to me. It was cute. She even relaxed. “I would never be able to stay awake. What about you?”

“I’d die too.” I replied. “Or try to kill him.”

“But how?” I didn’t answer her question, instead I awkwardly placed my arm behind her, letting it fall on her shoulders.

Kendall shifted once again to get comfortable, remaining under my arm and just a little closer to me. It was nice and romantic, and kind of perfect- except for the screaming in the background from the movie and the fact that it was necessary to get her in this position.

“Hey, you want something to munch on?” I questioned, gazing down at her.

Kendall yawned, “Like what?” It was almost normal actually.

I thought it was progress.

“I bought stuff for cookies. We could bake homemade cookies. How does that sound? You can put whatever you’d want in it.”

“What about poison?” Kendall muttered softly, as she pulled away from me.

“Er- I don’t really like that taste. I was thinking something along the lines of peanut butter or chocolate chips.”

Kendall looked at me for a few seconds before nodding. “I’m not a great cook, and I’ve never baked by myself.”

“We can do it together?” I offered, since that was my original plan.

“Cool.” Kendall agreed, though hesitantly. She was the first off the couch, and since she was my main source of warmth I quickly followed her- finding the directions I’d printed out earlier. I wasn’t exactly great in the kitchen, but I wasn’t terrible. I could follow directions.

Kendall glanced at the sheet, reading off the directions. I pointed out where they were as she collected them. “So, do you like cookies?” I casually asked, trying to use this as a learning experience. I came off sounding like an idiot.

“Who doesn’t?” Kendall asked.

“I’m not a huge fan.” I admitted.

“Then why are we making them?”

“’Cause they are sweet?” The answer was kind of a question but I was caught off guard. I actually hadn’t expected much interaction. She was talking to me, and it wasn’t all bad as far as conversations went.

“If I get fat will you kill me?” Kendall asked, further catching me off guard.

“Uh, why would I?” I got out a bowl to mix the ingredients in to while she went searching for baking sheets.

“I wouldn’t be attractive to you and I don’t really think we can divorce… under these circumstances so what exactly happens if you don’t want me anymore?” Kendall paused and gave me her full attention. “I know what I want doesn’t matter, but all of this is based on what you want so what happens when you don’t want me anymore?”

“That won’t happen.” I assured her.

“How do you know? What exactly makes me… the one? Like how do you know you won’t just wish you’d picked some other girl?” She seemed worried for someone who didn’t want to be wanted by me.

“I won’t just kill you. That’s foolish.” I snapped, instantly regretting my tone.

“I forgot we were aiming for traditional here. So traditional in the sense of women having no rights, right? And I’m guessing since I don’t have any rights anymore I shouldn’t speak either? Pardon me. I’ll just go back to sitting on the couch and attempting to look pretty.” She threw a rag she’d picked up on to the counter.

I grabbed her wrist as she went to turn away from me. The anger was bubbling up, surprising me. I didn’t give it much thought. It was as if my brain had turned off. “I never said that.” I spit out.

“It’s what all of this implies.” Kendall screamed, as she tried to pull her wrist away from me. She just ended up hurting herself a little ‘cause I wasn’t letting go. “You didn’t want a girl that would choose you! You wanted one that would do as you asked, because she had no other choice. You wanted this! You wanted to kill, and you wanted… you just- you wanted this!”

I abruptly let go of her wrist as I grabbed on to her shoulders. She stared up in to my eyes with hate. I’d never seen such hate in anyone’s eyes before. “Tonight is supposed to be nice.” I softly commented. “I’m trying to be romantic.”

She laughed in my face.

“What am I supposed to do to make this right?” I asked, heartbroken. I didn’t know what to do anymore. I knew it would be hard but I guess I never really understood. I never really thought it through. This was how life was supposed to be. That’s how I’d been trained since I was old enough for my dad to teach me about family. This was what family was, but I would never have a family if she didn’t come around. I didn’t want to break her, but she had the ability to take everything from me- before even giving it to me.

I needed her.

And it hurt to know that she hated me.

“Let me go. Please, please- please let me go Frank.” The way she said my name tugged at my heart, and it hurt so much to hear her say what I already expected her to say. My internal hope had snapped, breaking apart.

I let go of her and stepped back. “Go to our room.”

“What?” She gazed in to my eyes in confusion.

“Go now.” I snapped. “I don’t want to be around you right now.”

“No.” Kendall’s lips were trembling but that was the only outward sign of her current fear.

“No?” I was surprised.

“No.” Kendall repeated. “I’m not going to do what you tell me to.”

“Fine.” I snapped, stepping forward and tearing open the bag of flour that was upon the counter. “Then fucking bake.” I grabbed a handful of flour and threw it at Kendall.

She stumbled back as flour hit her in the face. “Ow! Frank, that got in my eyes.” She reached out, rubbing her eyes.

“Fuck!” I hadn’t meant to do that. “Well, don’t rub it in! Don’t!” I reached over, pulling her hands from her eyes. “Come on. I’m just leading you to the sink to wash it out.” Her eyes were squeezed closed tightly.

Was this romantic? I hadn’t watched too many romantic movies lately but I was pretty sure it didn’t get romantic by pain caused. I turned the sink on, helping Kendall to it. She leaned down and I watched, quite helplessly.

It was… supposed to be romantic.

Kendall raised her head and reached out, shutting off the water. Her eyes were still squeezed s hut tightly though. “You okay?” I hesitantly asked.

“I don’t like things in my eyes, not even water.” She muttered. “Why the hell did you do that?”

“It’s part of baking.”

“I’m never taking your direction in the kitchen.” She bitterly answered.

I chuckled, despite just how much tonight had sucked. “So, cookies?”

Kendall stumbled forward, grabbing on to the entire bag of flour.

I was too surprised to react as the entire bag flew at me. Bags of flour were pretty damn heavy too, so Kendall had to be trying… it wasn’t something you just ‘casually’ threw. It actually took my breath away as it hit, before falling to the ground with a giant thud. The kitchen flour was covered in flour as flour dust rose, making us cough a little.

“Make them yourself.” Kendall finally replied, slightly breathless.

I stepped over the flour, closing the distance between us. “I don’t want cookies.”

“Me neither.” She breathed out.

“I didn’t mean to throw flour in your eyes.”

“You mean, you didn’t actually mean to try to blind me?” Kendall asked.

“It wasn’t that bad.” I rolled my eyes.

“You threw flour in my eyes! The eyes that I use to see things with!” Kendall replied.

“Suck it up.” I was just playing around, of course.

“You can bet your ass that during this entire fucking relationship I won’t be sucking anything sweetheart.” Kendall crossed her arms over her chest and shot me a ‘top that asshole’ look.

I couldn’t.

Instead I tried the second ‘romantic’ action of that night, as I leaned forward. Kendall leaned back, slowly at first but then our lips nearly touched and she jumped back, hitting her head against the corner of one of the cupboards. I watched as her eyes widened in pain. “Fuck!” She breathed out.

Second strike. I was almost out.

I was starting to feel as if I’d never even been in.

“I- I didn’t mean to!” I stuttered out, reaching for her.

She pulled back again. ‘Just don’t Frank. Don’t touch me.” So I didn’t.

Well, I didn’t until she pulled her hand away revealing that it was bloody.

“Fuck.” I cursed yet again, ignoring her annoyance at my touch as I pulled her towards me. Once she was in my arms I gazed down at her head. “I need to clean this up.”

“Ow, and no- and why the hell do you need to be hugging me right now? I can stand on my own, and you’re kind of cutting off circulation of my… everything.”

“Oh sorry.” I let her go and she stumbled away, reaching up for her head.

I swatted her hand away. “May I?”

“Why the hell not? We might as well end tonight with as much pain as possible, and water- you certainly do love hurting me with water.”

Three strikes.

I was pretty much out.