Kevin and Kevin (boyxboy)

Day 02 - The Show Must Go On

KEVIN MCKENZY POV

Arms folded over his chest, body tensed, nose slightly opened, eyes hard as ever, Kevin stared at what was left of his bike.

I was standing quietly beside him, eyes fixed on the ground. Somehow I did not dare to move or say something. I expected him to explode in anger at the sight of his precious but no, all I got was an immobile Kevin Parker and an immerse silence. Though, I knew better, he was fuming inside. His lose control button hadn't been activated yet but it wouldn't take long for him to crack.

I could sense the storm coming.

Yesterday, after the police and the ambulance left, my mom and I were left alone with a messed up garden and a bad shape bike. I did not really know what to do so with the help of my mom I put the bike in our garage. In my defense, that thing weighted a lot and as shameful as it was for me, I could not lift it alone. My dad was not here so my mom was the best candidate to help me with the task.

I also had to pick up the parts that had detached themselves from the bike after the crash. I did not know what to do with them so I simply placed them beside the bike. I was not sure that they could be reused but maybe it would be useful for Kevin.

Concerning the latter, he did not contact me on the day of the accident. I waited for him to call or to text me or even to come in person to take his bike but he never came and honestly, I was a little reassured by that but my stress did not really go away. This morning when I woke up, there was still no sign of him so I did my morning routine.

I woke the boys up, helped them prepare themselves and then I had breakfast with them. Thankfully before going to work, my mom prepared breakfast for us so I just had to prepare food for the boys to eat at school. Kevin did not leave my mind at all though. After all of that, I went to take a shower and just when I finished putting on my clothes, the devil came knocking at the front door.

When I saw him, my breath was caught in my throat but I tried to keep a normal expression on my face. I did not know why but I found him hot at that moment and the image of us kissing came to me. Of course, that breathtaking view of him quickly disappeared when he opened his mouth to speak.

He did not mention the kiss, it was the opposite, he acted like if it did not happen and he simply asked me right away where was his bike. I did not have enough will in myself to admit the truth so I brought him to the garage directly. It was only when I was close to my end that I got enough courage in myself to tell him about what happened. He did not believe me at first and it was only after he saw his precious with his own eyes that he knew that I was telling the truth.

And now here we were standing in front of what could be called a bad turn of event.

"You destroyed my bike," Kevin said at last and I gulped, looking up at him.

"This is not my fault," I protested. "I did not ask those boys to get drunk and then to crash their cars into your bike."

He glared at me and I could feel the argument coming. He pointed an accusing finger at my face, "It's your freaking fault. I left my baby here because of you and now look at what she has become. You are just a little shit."

I gasped in surprise at his insult and he went to stand by his bike's side, touching it like if it was the most precious thing that had ever been known to mankind.

"Oh, baby, daddy is so sorry," he was being dramatic and I huffed in disbelief.

"Come on, this is not the end of the world," I told him calmly. I did not want to explode yet. I should try to at least avoid another argument but he did not seem to share my thought.