Oneshots - Kayce Dutton Book 2

A low blow.

Request - Kayce uses childhood trauma against you in an argument. 

Author's Note - I wasn't sure about this one...but I'll always try to do requests so hopefully my take on this one is acceptable and understood :) 

"You're not listening to me, Kayce," You groaned. 

"That's all I've been doing for the last hour, Y/N," Kayce snapped back. "I've listened to you bitch at me since the second I walked through that door." 

"Do you think I don't have a good reason?" You argued with him. 

"You have yet to tell me a point though," Kayce threw both his hands up in the air. "What is it that you want from me?" 

"To talk to me!" You yelled at him. 

"The fuck have we been doing?" Kayce shouted back. 

"Yelling!" You glared at him. "And that ain't talking!" 

"God you're on one, huh?" Kayce placed his hands on his hips. "Did your parents raise you this way?" 

Kayce immediately knew he had messed up. You felt like all the air inside your lungs had been sucked out. It was like you couldn't breathe as you stared at him. Kayce dropped his hands to his sides, his eyes losing their fire by the second. 

You took a step back, trying to swallow. Kayce sucked in a breath and slowly reached a hand out toward you. 

"Y/N..." Kayce said softly. 

You turned on your heel and quickly walked away from him. You made it into the bedroom but heard Kayce's footsteps after you. Finally ending up in the bathroom, you shut the door and locked it. Kayce knocked on the door as you leaned against it, tears pooling in your eyes. 

"Y/N...please," Kayce begged. "I'm sorry...that was fucked up and wrong...baby? I'm so sorry...please open the door." 

You slide to the floor as Kayce continues to plead with you to open the door, kicking your legs out in front of you. Warm tears fell down your cheeks as you let Kayce's words slice into you. He knew your sensitivity to this subject. Kayce had never crossed the line like he just had before with you. 

You were eight when your parents were killed in a car accident. You were with them but survived by some miracle. You then went into the foster system for a few years until you ended up at the Millers whose ranch cornered the infamous Yellowstone. You met Kayce at school when you were sixteen and became friends with him, walking home from the bus until Kayce got his license and then he drove you both. 

But your parents were a sore subject. After the deaths, until the Millers, you didn't have it easy. The foster system was no joke and you were amazed you survived like you did. But for him to throw it in your face about your raising...when he knew the trauma you still held because of what happened to your parents, was hurtful. 

It had grown quiet. You weren't sure how long you'd been on the floor, but you finally turned your head and listened. There wasn't any sound coming from the other side and you wondered if Kayce had given up. Standing up, you wiped under your eyes and slowly opened the door. 

Kayce was sitting on the floor opposite the bathroom door, his back against the bed. His eyes looked pale as he looked up at you. The expression on his face was one of pain and regret. You instantly knew he was sorry...but that didn't stop the sting in your heart. You leaned against the doorframe and crossed your arms. 

Kayce stood up. He looked awkward, not knowing what to do with his hands as he looked over at you. You waited though, not sure you even knew what to do at this point. 

"Baby..." Kayce cleared his throat. "I am so sorry." 

You let some air you had been holding out slowly. It was a start...small, but a start. 

"I-I'm an idiot," Kayce stepped closer to you but still kept his distance. "I d-didn't mean...I wasn't thinking...I was angry and I...I'm an idiot." 

"You said that already," You said softly to him. 

"Begs to be repeated," Kayce mumbled. 

"Yeah, it does," You nodded. "Kayce...where did that even come from?" 

"Anger..." Kayce said. "I don't know." 

He sat back on the bed and sighed, his hands falling between his knees. 

"They always say you attack the ones you love the most when you're angry," Kayce looked up at you. 

"That was cruel, Kayce," You told him, but silently moved to where you were sitting next to him. "That was a low blow." 

"You're right," Kayce said. "I'm sorry, Y/N...you know that I...I know how important your parents were to you and how...I know what you have to go through and I don't ever want you to feel like I don't care or don't know that part of you." 

"I just wanted some communication from you, Kayce," You shrugged. "I'm not saying I don't understand that your job will keep you late some days...but I do think I deserve to know when you will be late. I feel like you could give me that at the least?" 

"I can," Kayce said quickly. "And I will...I'll communicate better with you." 

You sighed, staring at him. You believed him now, but you hated how the two of you had arrived at this agreement finally. You nodded and stood up, slowly making your way over to the bathroom. 

"Y/N?" 

You looked over your shoulder at Kayce who was looking up from the bed. His eyes looked worried, even though you seemed to be okay with him...you still weren't okay. 

"I'm gonna take a bath," You told him and walked back into the bathroom, shutting the door. 

**

When you came out you felt slightly better. You were clean and smelled like lavender and pine. You pulled on one of Kayce's shirts and a pair of your sleep shorts before walking back out into the living room of the foreman's cabin. Kayce was sitting on the couch, an almost empty whiskey glass in his hand as he looked into the fire. His head turned as you got closer to him. 

"Hey..." You said as you walked around the couch. 

"Hi," Kayce watched you sit down next to him, keeping a small distance. "How was your bath?" 

"Nice," You leaned back and nodded. 

"You want one?" Kayce held up his glass. 

"No thank you," You shook your head. 

The two of you sat there for a minute. The fire cracking was the only noise in the cabin. You tucked your legs up under you and faced Kayce more. Feeling like he was waiting on you, you reached over and held his hand closest to you. It was warm and rough, comforting you more than a bath could. 

Kayce pulled your hand up and kissed the back of it with his lips. His caramel eyes were hopeful-looking as he watched you closely. 

"I'm sorry, baby," Kayce whispered. 

"I know you are," You nodded, offering him a tiny smile. "But please don't say something like that to me again." 

"Never," Kayce promised. 

You scooted closer to him instantly, molding your body into his side. Kayce wrapped his arm around your body and held you against him. Your arm wrapped across his chest, holding the side of his neck as you leaned your head against his shoulder. 

"I love you," Kayce whispered. "So much." 

"I love you too," You blinked as you watched the fire. 

You felt Kayce kiss the top of your head as he pulled you closer to him. He finished his whiskey and the two of you settled back against each other on the couch.