We need to talk about Kevin (Kevin Khatchadourian/Ezra Miller; SHORT STORIES)

Gods and Monsters pt.4

"She's a woman who's had her heart broken. And that can make you do unspeakable things." — Regina Mills, Once Upon a Time

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Sophie woke up at the brink of dawn and she started to rise from her bed only to realize that she was caught in the arms of Kevin Khatchadourian. He was spending quite an awful lot of time in her house- to talk to her, to fuck her senseless or even just to have a cuddle with her.

She once asked if his family wouldn't be worried with the fact that he rarely spends his time at his own house, to which he stated that he really didn't give a damn about their opinion and that was that- she never once again questioned his stay at her home again. She slowly got up from bed, careful not to wake him, and then went to her bathroom to get a fresh pair of robes.

From the mirror she could see all the wounds and bruises Kevin was giving her, an array of different colored hickies on her neck, her breasts and even her thighs, a few wounds were displayed on her body- the one on her leg was fading nicely by now but her most recent was the one laying on her belly which was done last night, his hand prints clearly visible on her wrists, hips and a fading one on her neck from when he got angry last week.

Frankly they weren't the most healthiest of people to be in a relationship, but as Kevin had said he couldn't give a damn and honestly she left her marks on him too. Her nails raked down his back, cuts on his body mostly on his chest her favorite place to mark, but like him she didn't leave any to scar, hickies were equally present on his body just like hers. But out of all those things, her favorite thing to do was when she would slap him whenever they had sex. It was the greatest thing she had ever felt- to put him in his place and honestly she would never trade that feeling for anything in the world.

With a silly grin on her face she put on the bathrobe and went downstairs to make breakfast. He hated cereals and loathed them with every fiber of his being, he hated anything unhealthy actually, so she opted to make an oatmeal for herself and a batch of banana pancakes for him. The mixture was already prepared and a fruit smoothie laid in a blender just waiting to be poured into a glass when, to Sophie's surprise, her mother came in.

"You're fucking him aren't you?" The older woman asked with a wine glass already in her hand even at the time of day. "Mom it's fucking too early to be drinking."

"Are you or are you not fucking that boy in your room?" She asked with venom laced in her tone and the elderly woman put down the glass on the counter as her face seethed with rage.

"I am." Sophie answered meekly, afraid of what her mother might do. "You little whore! I did not raise you to be a stupid, little bimbo who raises her skirt at the first person who shows interest-" The older woman started as she grasped Sophie's hair painfully causing her to cry out in pain. "But mom-"

"-You idiotic skank, you might as well be a prostitute now. You would like that right? Little bitch!" She screeched and threw her daughter against the floor causing Sophie to hit her head on the cold pavement. Her vision started to blur and she could see her mother ranting angrily in front of her, but she was unable to hear her. Something was wrong and then she smelt a very familiar liquid, from where she laid oozed her blood- her own blood. Sophie's once ghostly hair was now matted with the thick red substance.

And then from where she laid, she saw the sight of Kevin with a maniacal look in his eyes and suddenly her mother was in the air as he lifted the older woman against the wall with his hands tightly cupping her neck preventing her from breathing. Sophie seeing this, slowly crawled from her spot and clung to Kevin silently begging him to let her mother go.

He tightened his hold on her a bit longer until he released her from his grasp, leaving the older woman to catch her breath on the kitchen floor. "Nobody hurts her, but me." He stated clearly and immediately Sophie's mother understood.