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Kendall started ‘cleaning the kitchen’ by drowning the dirty dishes with water and soap. She left the water running while pouring a copious amount of soap on all of the dishes. She knew how to properly wash a dish, she just didn’t care. Her neck was sore from being handled so roughly, and she was thoroughly pissed off from the treatment. Frank was so confusing. He was hot and cold, and they’d known each other what, like two days?
It was a pretty hectic two days though.
With fairly normal days in between, until he killed her parents.
That was kind of a deal breaker when it came to dating.
Frank appeared noiselessly, his eyes trained on the mess.
“I’m cleaning.” Kendall snapped, before he could say anything.
“Want help?” Frank shoved his hands in to his jeans pockets.
Kendall stared at him for a few seconds. “Sure.”
Frank nodded and stepped forward, stopping as Kendall stepped backward. “I didn’t know you were the dancing type.” He lamely joked, pulling his hands free.
Kendall didn’t say anything for a second but when she finally spoke she still sounded hesitant. “Just, stay away from me, okay?”
Frank shrugged but said nothing as he grabbed the sweep from beside the fridge. He started wordlessly sweeping the flour off the floor. “You threw the bag away.” He commented, as he walked by the trash, seeing where Kendall had dropped the bag.
“It had been on the floor.” Kendall replied uneasily.
Frank didn’t say anything, as he continued cleaning the floor.
Kendall started scrubbing the dishes, and began zoning out.
Soon enough, once Frank was finished with the floor, he reached out grabbing the plate she was scrubbing away from her. Kendall was bumped back in to reality. She blinked back the thoughts she’d been sucked in to. “What are you doing?”
“You’ve been scrubbing this plate for the last twenty minutes. I figured it could take a break, and so could you. You look exhausted.”
“I haven’t done anything exhausting.” Kendall replied, gazing at Frank. He was too close for her comfort but she didn’t move away. She didn’t want to draw any unnecessary attention to how uncomfortable she was near him.
“Yes, but you’re stressed out. When stressed it doesn’t take much to exhaust yourself.” Frank answered. “Why don’t you go rest on the couch? I’ll make you something to eat.”
“I’m not hungry, and I don’t want to rest. All I have to do for the rest of my life is rest and be afraid. It’s not like I can leave this fucking house.” Kendall snapped.
“Actually, I was thinking Florida.”
“Florida?” Kendall cluelessly stared at Frank.
“Once we get through this rough patch we will move to Florida.” Frank smoothly informed her.
“I don’t want to.” Kendall pouted without meaning to.
“Why not?” Frank sighed, and placed the dish back in to the sink.
Kendall wiped her soapy hands on her jeans. “The weather there is horrible, and being locked inside a house there would be torture. Or, is that what you were aiming for?”
“It will be far enough away that people won’t know you, and you are supposed to have died in that house with your parents so you should be fine going outside there.” Frank answered.
Kendall’s eyes widened. “I’ll be able to leave?”
“Once I can trust you.” Frank replied.
Kendall nodded, immediately thinking over the options she would have.
Frank rolled his eyes. “If you think you’ll be able to run away from me then you’re wrong. I’ll just kill every single person you tell, or anyone who tries to help you, and we will just keep moving on.”
Kendall was surprised at the morbid threat. Sure, he was a murderer, but she’d never heard him outright say anything so horrible. Not that they’d been together for long. Another thought hit her. “Won’t they realize I didn’t die in the fire when they only find two bodies?”
“They will find three.” Frank answered, wiping off the counter with a rag.
“Three?” The color drained from Kendall’s face. “Who else did you kill Frank?”
“Just a girl around your age, and build.” Frank replied easily. “She will be so burned… they will never know it isn’t you.”
All of Kendall’s hope faded away at that statement.
She was officially a dead girl; she just hadn’t known it.
**
Kendall was sitting on the edge of the bed, brushing her hair. She was wearing one of Frank’s shirts to bed, though she didn’t want to. She didn’t really have any other choice. The smell of him was overwhelming though, and she hated that she didn’t hate it.
The door opened but she didn’t look up.
The bed sank under Frank’s weight, but still she paid him no attention. “I know you’re mad-” Frank started.
Kendall cut him off, horrified with how normal his statement had come out sounding. “It’s not like you cheated, or made a mistake. You killed my parents and kidnapped me Frank. Mad doesn’t really cover it.”
“I’m tired.” Frank mumbled. “And I don’t want to fight about this every single night.” It was a quiet plea, one that Kendall couldn’t help him with.
“It’s not something I can just get over. Everything in my life, and your life, will revolve around what you’ve done- and you can’t fix that.” Kendall informed him.
Frank breathed in deeply. “I could do what my dad did to my mom.”
Kendall thought over the words. “What did he do?”
“He taught her to love him.” Frank admitted. “I never wanted to be like that, but you know, it might help us both. It might make you happier, and make things easier for me.”
“So… you would teach me to be happy with you?” Kendall didn’t like the sound of that.
“It’s just a thought.” Frank admitted, though he was still hesitant. “Goodnight.”
“Night.” Kendall whispered, letting her eyes fall closed as she laid back in bed beside Frank. It was the last thing she would complain about. Sleeping in bed next to him was a million times better than being locked downstairs in the dark. She would do anything to avoid that, and Frank had promised it would never happen again. She had to trust him on that, because even just thinking of being down there again sent her in to a panic.
**
It was a pretty hectic two days though.
With fairly normal days in between, until he killed her parents.
That was kind of a deal breaker when it came to dating.
Frank appeared noiselessly, his eyes trained on the mess.
“I’m cleaning.” Kendall snapped, before he could say anything.
“Want help?” Frank shoved his hands in to his jeans pockets.
Kendall stared at him for a few seconds. “Sure.”
Frank nodded and stepped forward, stopping as Kendall stepped backward. “I didn’t know you were the dancing type.” He lamely joked, pulling his hands free.
Kendall didn’t say anything for a second but when she finally spoke she still sounded hesitant. “Just, stay away from me, okay?”
Frank shrugged but said nothing as he grabbed the sweep from beside the fridge. He started wordlessly sweeping the flour off the floor. “You threw the bag away.” He commented, as he walked by the trash, seeing where Kendall had dropped the bag.
“It had been on the floor.” Kendall replied uneasily.
Frank didn’t say anything, as he continued cleaning the floor.
Kendall started scrubbing the dishes, and began zoning out.
Soon enough, once Frank was finished with the floor, he reached out grabbing the plate she was scrubbing away from her. Kendall was bumped back in to reality. She blinked back the thoughts she’d been sucked in to. “What are you doing?”
“You’ve been scrubbing this plate for the last twenty minutes. I figured it could take a break, and so could you. You look exhausted.”
“I haven’t done anything exhausting.” Kendall replied, gazing at Frank. He was too close for her comfort but she didn’t move away. She didn’t want to draw any unnecessary attention to how uncomfortable she was near him.
“Yes, but you’re stressed out. When stressed it doesn’t take much to exhaust yourself.” Frank answered. “Why don’t you go rest on the couch? I’ll make you something to eat.”
“I’m not hungry, and I don’t want to rest. All I have to do for the rest of my life is rest and be afraid. It’s not like I can leave this fucking house.” Kendall snapped.
“Actually, I was thinking Florida.”
“Florida?” Kendall cluelessly stared at Frank.
“Once we get through this rough patch we will move to Florida.” Frank smoothly informed her.
“I don’t want to.” Kendall pouted without meaning to.
“Why not?” Frank sighed, and placed the dish back in to the sink.
Kendall wiped her soapy hands on her jeans. “The weather there is horrible, and being locked inside a house there would be torture. Or, is that what you were aiming for?”
“It will be far enough away that people won’t know you, and you are supposed to have died in that house with your parents so you should be fine going outside there.” Frank answered.
Kendall’s eyes widened. “I’ll be able to leave?”
“Once I can trust you.” Frank replied.
Kendall nodded, immediately thinking over the options she would have.
Frank rolled his eyes. “If you think you’ll be able to run away from me then you’re wrong. I’ll just kill every single person you tell, or anyone who tries to help you, and we will just keep moving on.”
Kendall was surprised at the morbid threat. Sure, he was a murderer, but she’d never heard him outright say anything so horrible. Not that they’d been together for long. Another thought hit her. “Won’t they realize I didn’t die in the fire when they only find two bodies?”
“They will find three.” Frank answered, wiping off the counter with a rag.
“Three?” The color drained from Kendall’s face. “Who else did you kill Frank?”
“Just a girl around your age, and build.” Frank replied easily. “She will be so burned… they will never know it isn’t you.”
All of Kendall’s hope faded away at that statement.
She was officially a dead girl; she just hadn’t known it.
**
Kendall was sitting on the edge of the bed, brushing her hair. She was wearing one of Frank’s shirts to bed, though she didn’t want to. She didn’t really have any other choice. The smell of him was overwhelming though, and she hated that she didn’t hate it.
The door opened but she didn’t look up.
The bed sank under Frank’s weight, but still she paid him no attention. “I know you’re mad-” Frank started.
Kendall cut him off, horrified with how normal his statement had come out sounding. “It’s not like you cheated, or made a mistake. You killed my parents and kidnapped me Frank. Mad doesn’t really cover it.”
“I’m tired.” Frank mumbled. “And I don’t want to fight about this every single night.” It was a quiet plea, one that Kendall couldn’t help him with.
“It’s not something I can just get over. Everything in my life, and your life, will revolve around what you’ve done- and you can’t fix that.” Kendall informed him.
Frank breathed in deeply. “I could do what my dad did to my mom.”
Kendall thought over the words. “What did he do?”
“He taught her to love him.” Frank admitted. “I never wanted to be like that, but you know, it might help us both. It might make you happier, and make things easier for me.”
“So… you would teach me to be happy with you?” Kendall didn’t like the sound of that.
“It’s just a thought.” Frank admitted, though he was still hesitant. “Goodnight.”
“Night.” Kendall whispered, letting her eyes fall closed as she laid back in bed beside Frank. It was the last thing she would complain about. Sleeping in bed next to him was a million times better than being locked downstairs in the dark. She would do anything to avoid that, and Frank had promised it would never happen again. She had to trust him on that, because even just thinking of being down there again sent her in to a panic.
**
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