At Kevin's Mercy 2: Reclaimed

8. Pictures

There was a tension in the house since this morning I didn't like.
Kevin was silent about it but I knew something was wrong.

It all started somewhere around breakfast when Kevin's phone rang.
Normally he picks up and let's who ever calls know he'll call back later.
But not this time.

The moment he looked at the display his brow rose in a clear mixture of emotions.
It happened so fast that if I hadn't looked up at the same time I would have missed it and maybe had made the mistake of asking who it was.
There was confusion on his face for a second but it quickly changed to anger the moment he pushed the call away.

It wasn't the same kind of annoyance he showed when Iris had first start calling him those months ago.
No, this was different.
This was a look that made a death glare look like a smile.
It instantly put me on edge because if Kevin get's like that it means trouble for me.

Luckily for me the remainder of the morning his phone stayed quiet.
Kevin did some work in his office and I had cleaned the bathroom like he told me to.

I looked outside to the backyard while I was taking a break and sighed a bit depressed.
The weather looked lovely, the sun was shining and behind the glass it felt warm.
But as long as Kevin's still working there is no point in asking him if I could go outside.
That was if I even dared to ask him anything today.
If he's moody I should stay off his radar or it's the time out room very quickly.
And I'd like to avoid that room.

"If you want to clean the windows I'd rather you use a chamois instead of your face. That's for cleaning up other things."

Spooked I quickly moved from the window and turned towards Kevin, who just entered the room.

"What?"

He asked in a rather demanding tone while he kept staring at me.

"Nothing... I was just looking outside. The weather looks nice."

I tried as a distraction from whatever he was thinking about.
He hummed a bit annoyed and moved on to the kitchen, leaving me puzzled on what was the best next step to take.
Should I follow him or not...?

In the end I figured I might as well follow him.
Maybe I could figure out why he's so moody, my only clue so far was the phone call from this morning.
Kevin seemed to be brooding on something because he had hardly acknowledge my presence when I took my seat at the kitchen table.

"Is... is everything okay with your job?"

I asked carefully, it wouldn't be the first time work made him moody.
But with his reaction to that call this morning it wasn't very likely that work was the problem, his reaction seemed more personal.
A bit startled Kevin looked up.

"Huh? Oh... yes. Work's fine."

He stared at his phone again, ignoring me like I wasn't there.
That somehow hurt my feelings.
After being treated like the most important thing in the world by him, it's hard to be ignored just like that.

"Did Iris start calling again?"

The look he gave me warned me I was treading on thin ice.
Crap... I need to clarify why I'm poking for intel very fast or I'm in trouble.

"It's just that... you're moody. And, and I don't like that. I just wanted to know if I could do something to help..."

I sputtered a bit nervously hoping that would be enough of an explanation.

"You want to help making me feel better? I could think of something."

Kevin walked up to me, towering above me while I cringed in the chair.
This wasn't the response I was looking for.
I still didn't know why he was moody and now it looked like he wanted sex as well.
His fingers played with a string of my hair while I stared at the table.