Kevin's pov
I take in my surroundings while I stare at the young boy before me.
He's still stupid and naive, but he'll learn.
I know he will, because this is the same stupid dream I've been having for years now.
The door opens and there she is... the woman that gave birth to me.
Her motherly care ending right there at that moment, but still like an idiot I tried to win over her love.
All she cared about was herself and my father.
Just look at her standing in front of the mirror, trying out different outfits, jewelry and perfumes.
Even in my dreams I can still smell the overwhelming scent of Jean Paul Gaultier.
Father of course couldn't care less, he was already working on winning over some other broad to strengthen his position.
While I wanted my mother to acknowledge my existence, she was desperate to get my father's attention back on her because he was cheating again.
He never saw it as cheating, he only wanted a valuable informant on his rival.
And there is no better informant then the guy's mistress, because who's stupid enough to tell their wife anything?
Mother hated it, because she could see she was losing him more with every woman he woo-ed for his own benefits."Mom? I made you a drawing, see?"
I still remember, I was six I think and wanted to make her feel better because she had been crying that morning.
Instead of looking at her son, or even talking for that matter, she closed the door on his face.
Unable to do anything about it I find myself following my younger self as he ran to my father.
Why I expected any form of sympathy from that asshole I still don't know.
Suddenly I'm not looking at my younger self anymore, but I find myself looking up at my father, who looks like a giant from my point of view and I know what's coming.
A painful stinging feeling lingers on my right cheek after he hit me."Stop acting like a pussy! Be a man. If you want something, just take it. Only weaklings beg for it. You're not a weakling are you? I have no use for weaklings."
He had always been a harsh ass but at least he never ignored me.
The scene changes the boy is a little older, he has a old black eye and a fresh bloody nose.
I can see my mother walking down the hall, looking impeccable.
It's saddening to watch myself hesitate to call out to her as she walks past me without even looking at my younger self.Again it changes, this time I find my mother intoxicated on the floor.
Even now I still feel nothing as she's screaming at me and my brother for ruining everything for her.
Jacob was standing behind me crying while she was cursing at us, telling us to die.
All that time I stood there with a blank expression listening to her words.
Words that should sting, but didn't anymore.
Me and Jacob ruined her body, she wasn't beautiful anymore, no longer fun and interesting.
We were failures, we didn't meet up to father's standards and he was blaming her for it.
We had to try harder.
It was our fault father didn't love her and our fault father wanted to remarry.
She was ripping up the divorce papers, throwing the shreds at us as if they were snowflakes.
Too bad for her I was old and smart enough by then to see the lies.
I was never going to be loved by her and her love wasn't something I wanted anymore.
Father's approval was more important at that time, not because I loved him.
No... but I already figured out it was the best way to get through a day.
Father hates weaklings so I had to be the best, can't show him weakness.
Jacob was too meek, too compliant, too eager to do as he was told.
He thought that was what father wanted, but it just proved how weak he was.
Father never paid much attention to Jacob who only tried harder to get his attention.
He's the same as I was with mother and I warned him plenty that doesn't work.
If you want something you just have to take it.I had enough of her crying, she never cared if I cried why should I care she did.
My view draws away from her and towards the exit, when I look down I see Jacob holding on to my sleeve as I walk to leave that room.
He never understood, he never toughened up.
The door is blocked by our father, his harsh stare fixed on the person behind us, I look back for and feel something break inside when I see her face."Pathetic woman, you are a disgrace to my name."
Her eyes lit up as he spoke to her for the first time in months.
The man hates her guts but she still only has eyes for him.
Why can't I have that?
I want that too.
She tries to walk up to him, unsteady and wobbling on her feet.
Jacob and I are pushed aside harshly in her haste to get to him, but he smashes the door close in her face.
She starts to laugh uncontrollably and wobbles to her dresser to take something from her drawer.
From a distance I watch the eyes of the two kids widen in fear and know what's going to be next.
It doesn't matter how many times I had this dream I still feel the panic as clearly as when it happened.
Suddenly I'm holding Jacob firmly in my arms and turn my back towards our mother right before we hear the deafening gunshot."...Vin?!..."
"...Kevin?!..."An angelic voice is calling my name from afar.
Mmmm, I love that voice even if there is a slight hint of panic in it, I think as I listen to it still far away in my restless slumber.
Everything is okay, no blood, no worries.
Hearing that voice is already making me feel better.
The fear I was feeling slowly settles down.
A calming scent hit's my nose as I slowly become a little more aware of where I am, something soft and comforting is close.
I want more of it."Wake up please! You're crushing me!"
The meaning of the words don't really register in my mind yet.
I just relish in hearing more of that soothing voice.
Keep talking please.
I feel the source of comfort struggling against my body.
It's trying to move away, I won't allow that.
It can't go away I want to stay like this forever."Kevin please, it hurts..."
This time the soft whimper alerts me enough to really wake up and I'm met by the beautiful eyes of my little angel.
We're in my bed and she's lying flush against me, tightly locked in my arms as if I was scared she'd move a inch away from me.
A little confused I stare at her, why was she scared?"Are... are you okay Kevin?"
Oh... she's not scared, at least not really.
It's something else... there's concern in her eyes.
I relax my grip on her and she get's up a bit by leaning on one arm.
The light in the room is faint because it is still deep in the night, but I can see her staring at me."It's nothing..."
I yawned, trying to appear as relaxed as possible.
There is no way I'm going to tell her about my nightmare.
She can't think I'm weak.
If she does she will walk all over me, just like Iris.
Or she might ignore me, like my mother.
She can't ignore me, she needs to look at me like I'm her world."Go back to sleep."
She lies back down but still eyes me warily.
It's clear she's not buying it, but she should know better then to push it."I've never seen you cry before..."
Her soft words startle me for a second, as well as the next gesture she makes before speaking again.
She gently let's her fingers glide past my cheek to wipe the wetness away.
Her eyes are soft, not cold like mother's eyes.
I showed weakness but she doesn't seem to care."It's just a nightmare, don't worry. I'm... I'm not going anywhere."
Her voice... it trembles, she's scared.
It takes me a few seconds to realize she must be thinking I was dreaming I lost her again or something.
Perhaps she's even a little frightened I might punish her for things she might do in my dreams.
So even if I cry she doesn't dare to think I'm weak... she still respects me.
Softly I kiss her temple and snuggle back up against her.
She's perfect, I know she's not going anywhere because I won't let her."I'm not worried baby. Now go back to sleep before I'm in the mood for other things..."
In the small rays of moonlight that managed to sneak past the curtains I can see her eyes widen for a second with a flash of fear, but there is also a hint of a blush on her face.
Seems she wouldn't even mind what I'm implying.
Still, she settles back down in my arms and closes her eyes.
I'm glad I have her back, my source of comfort.
Ever since I made her mine I've been feeling content, maybe even at peace.
A feeling I never had growing up... Iris got close giving me that peaceful feeling.
But being controlled felt suffocating in the end, just like with that bastard of a father of mine.
Father was right about one thing, you need to be strong... strong and in control to get what you want.
I stare at the beautiful girl in my arms, my little angel.
She's mine and I'll make sure her world revolves around me.
But I'm not like that dick, she'll never have to worry my eyes will wander like his always did.
There's not a single woman in the world that makes me feel the things I feel for her.
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