Strength And Stability

Mysteries Everywhere

Kendall POV

[A/N: I'm so hard to wake up and I'm a literal monster lol. So these girls are a mild representation of trying to wake me up. Don't do it. Lol]

A Saturday

"Wakey wakey Kenny. Breakfast is ready!" A voice chirped. Mom stood by my bedside, gently shaking me.

I opened my eyes and immediately regretted it as light blasted through my glass door and windows.

Even the sunshine seemed annoyingly cheery,  determined to wake me up out of my peaceful slumber.

"Can't a bi- a... Female... Get some beauty sleep around here? It's the weekend for pete's sake." I rolled onto my stomach, pulling a pillow over my head.

"First of all, I let you sleep in. It's 9. Also I made one of your favorite breakfasts. Cheesy bagels and buffalo ranch cream cheese! I expect you down in 15 minutes, we have plans today and need to get going."

Her voice made it through my pillow unfortunately.

"Give me 10 more minutes." I grumbled.

"Sure, if you can be down in 5 minutes after that. Don't blame me if your dad comes in here though." She sing songed.

I heard her leave my room, the door clicking shut. Yes. Sleep.

..........

"KENDALL NOVA." A male voice boomed.

The pillow was abruptly ripped off my head, the covers tossed to the end of the bed.

I opened my eyes. 6 feet 5 inches of annoyance stood with my pillow in hand. "3. 2." He counted.

"One." I finished for him, getting out of bed and storming past him out of my room.

Well, I tried.

A hand gripped my arm yanked me back. "I think the fxck not."

He propped his leg on the edge of my bed and effortlessly tossed me over his knee, immediately lighting a fire.

Smacks were being peppered on every inch of my butt. I hissed quietly, my pain tolerance betraying my will. And on top of that I haven't even hardly woke up yet

After a good 25 that had me sniffling, he let me drop, crossing his arms and looking at me expectantly. His face was a scary calm.

"Sorry." I stiffly brushed a tear off of my cheek.

"For what?" He deadpanned.

I held in a sigh. "For having an attitude... and not going downstairs when mom told me to."

My ass stung like a mofo, but I tried not to rub it in view of Dad, lest he know it actually hurt and my already destroyed pride would be gone completely.

Would I do this again? Probably yes. For the rest of my life actually.

After my admittance to my crimes, his face settled back to normal.

"Accepted. Even though I had to 'encourage' you." He said jokingly. "Now let's go eat." He walked out of my room with me in tow.

When we got downstairs Mom looked at me with no sympathy.

"I will refrain from saying I told you so."

I sat down gingerly in front of the plate she made for me.

"Actually you just did. 'Mumsy dear'." I spoke sarcastically, sprinkling in the nickname so I could get away with it.

She laughed, tilting her head in a shrug. "I guess I did." She poured herself a coffee whistling away.