"That's it! Either you guys do some about this or I will," Beatrice declared, crossing her arms.
Kit was sitting in her living room, sorrounded by Beatrice, her brothers, and Winnie.
"Kit did say she's was okay, Bea," Winnie spoke sheepishly.
"Seriously Winnie! You too?" Beatrice cried, "does anybody care that Kit just came back with a cut on her back! Because of Olaf pushing her!"
"We know Bea," Lemony said softly, "we're trying to figure something out. We promise."
"What do you mean "figure something out"? We have to go to the police," she argued.
"We can't do that," Kit said, finally speaking up, "our parents could get in a lot of trouble."
"Kit, you're in danger. He wants you dead, I KNOW he does," Beatrice said, putting her arm on Kit's shoulder.
"I know, Beatrice, but I'm fine. I meant it earlier and I mean it now," Kit explained.
"We still have to find a way to get the papers back," Jacques added, "I know you say you're alright sis, but he did hurt you."
"It was an accident," Kit huffed.
"Oh bullshit! There's no way he accidentally pushed you down onto a KNIFE without knowing what he was doing," Beatrice retorted.
"I already told you. He said he thought about something that was troubling to him and he pushed me out of reflex," Kit mumbled.
"Whatever," Beatrice said unbelievingly, "that's still violent behavior. I mean, what if he starts having troubling thoughts all the time? You'd end up in the hospital."
"Bea's right," Lemony agreed, "we need to come up with a solution now."
"I already have i solution," Kit said, letting out an exasperated sigh.
"Well that's great, what is it?" Beatrice asked, confused as to why Kit hadn't mentioned it earlier.
"I'm not telling you," Kit said, standing up to go to her room, "I have to do it on my own."
"No! Kit wait-"
"It's decided, Beatrice. Come on, Winnie. I need to talk to you," Kit added.
With that, Kit marched up to her room with Winnie following behind her.
The girls reached the room and Winnie shut the door behind her.
"What is it?" Winnie asked with a smirk, knowing Kit had something interesting to admit.
Kit smiled and a blush crept its way onto her face.
"Okay so..." Kit began, "I may have left out a couple details when I explained what Olaf's been doing."
"Details like what?" Winnie said, eyes widening in excitement, "are you guys...you know doing "it"?"
"No...not exactly..." Kit said smiling, her voice trailing, "but..."
"But what?!" Winnie said excitedly, "come on, you gotta tell me! My life's pretty boring so I gotta live vicariously through you anyways."
"You're life isn't boring, Winnie," Kit said, laying a comforting hand on the other girl's shoulder, "and how about we make a deal. I'll tell you my story IF you finally tell me who the guy is who you've been flirting with."
Winnie's eyes widened and then narrowed.
"Alright fine," she said, suspicious of Kit, but still smiling.
"Ok so...you know how Olaf's been making me do a bunch of weird tasks just because he can..." Kit started.
"Yeah," Winnie said eagerly.
"Well, it's kinda because he has this weird...kink," Kit said, blushing in embarrassment, "and every time I do it, he...masturbates"
Kit's voice trailed off, causing her to mumble to last word, but Winnie still heard it.
"What?!" Winnie gasped, excitement and shock filled her voice.
"Shhh! Keep your voice down!" Kit laughed, covering Winnie's mouth.
"Seriously! So... he gets turned on when you do whatever he say?" Winnie asked, way too excitedly.
"Um yeah, I guess so," Kit said, smiling and blushing even more.
"That's so hot! It's like all of the serial killer romance novels that I read!" Winnie cheered, "except...you know...you guys aren't tearing your clothes off and having sex in the pool of blood left by his last murder victim."
"Winnie, if I'm not careful I WILL BE his next murder victim," Kit said. She rolled her eyes jokingly, but her words were probably more serious than she would've liked for them to be.
"He wouldn't kill you before he got some action, would he?" Winnie teased, wiggling her eyebrows and receiving a playful nudge from Kit
"Oh my gosh...Winnie don't," Kit giggled in embarrassment, "Okay, now your turn. Who's this mystery guy who you've been going on and on about but never name?"
"Well..." she said, voice trailing off a bit, "I was a lot more nervous to tell you, but then you hit me with that "Olaf and I are doing weird kinky shit" thing, and now I'm a little less embarrassed."
"Yeah yeah, whatever," Kit sighed.
"Anyways it's...Ernest," Winnie admitted, cringing as she said his name.
"Really?" Kit asked in amazement, "every time I've seen him he's always seemed so douchey..."
"That's what I thought too," Winnie said, sporting a blush of her own, "but we started talking after we both got locked out of the school by mistake after gym. We started chatting, and we walked around for a little while, he took me to get some Wendy's, and...we went back to his place..."
"Duchess Rosalind! I expected more dignity from a lady like you!" Kit laughed teasingly, "so...even though you guys have already had sex...he still talks to you?! I thought he was more of a..."free spirit"."
"Well we didn't exactly have sex, but we did do...stuff," Winnie admitted, "but he was really nice to me. I met his little sister and we cooked spaghetti together and watched a movie. It was really...nice."
"Awww that's so sweet!" Kit said, gushing over her usually quiet friend's nee romance, "I wish I had something that nice."
"Well...you could," Winnie proposed, "Olaf and Ernest are best friends. We could go on double dates."
"Olaf would never take me on a date. He hates me," Kit said rolling her eyes, pausing, and then remembering to add, "and I hate him too."
"I thought you two-"
"He just...I guess he just wants to fuck me...or something," Kit said, cringing at the thought suddenly, "but his actions and attitude toward me haven't changed. He still hates me and my family. He's still an asshole all the time. He doesn't...like me...I think he's just being a horny teenage boy."
"You May be right on that," Winnie admitted, "but that doesn't mean you can't still try."
"Yeah it kinda does, Winnie. Plus, I don't wanna try. One, I don't like him, and two, I'm pretty sure he doesn't even have human feelings. He's a confirmed psychopath. Like, Abigail said they got him tested and the doctors wanted to send him to a facility."
"Okay, yeah that may be true when he was younger...but what about...him and Marisa," Winnie suggested, hesitantly of course.
Kit frowned slightly. She'd forgotten the whole drama surrounding him and Marisa that had gone down two years before in middle school. It'd actually been sort of...saddening.
As if on cue, Kit heard a knock on her window. Both girls turned to see Marisa crawling through.
"Hola ladies," she said smiling, shutting the window behind her.
"Hey Risa," Winnie greeted cheerfully, watching as Kit only offered a sad smile.
"What's the topic of conversation for the evening?" Marisa asked, curiously. She plopped down next to them on the bed.
Winnie opened her mouth to begin, but Kit interrupted her.
"Winnie likes Ernest," she said quickly, avoiding the glare she received from her friend.
"Aww that's sweet," Marisa said kindly, "I know you don't believe me, but he really isn't that bad of a guy."
"Yeah, he's been pretty sweet to me," Winnie said, smiling softly.
"Yeah I bet, he's kind of a softy when he wants to be," Marisa whispered teasingly, as if Ernest were in the room with them.
Kit smiled. The world didn't deserve Marisa.
"Are all the guys secretly really nice?" Winnie asked, eyeing Kit, "or is this a rarity?"
"They're all cool in their own way,"
Marisa admitted, honestly, "Ernest likes to cook, Kevin is really good at drawing, Justin is a fucking genius at math. They're all really interesting. Even Olaf has his qualities."
Kit let out a snort, rolling her eyes slightly, making Marisa laugh.
"I know you probably don't believe me, but he's not as bad as he seems," Marisa defended with a chuckle.
"Of course you would say that," Winnie said smirking, "I saw you two on the bleachers during the venue after the assembly."
Marisa's mouth and eyes widened and she started laughing.
"Oh shit!" Marisa said giggling, "damn it, I thought we got away."
Kit was confused.
"I'm confused, what happened?" Kit asked, looking between the two snickering girls.
"Somebody decided to get a little handsy with their ex boyfriend after the assembly,"
Winnie teased, "up on the bleachers where they though no one would noticeeee."
Marisa was laughing hard now.
"Haha! Oh shit! Guilty as charged," she admitted.
Kit frowned at her.
"I didn't even think you two still..." Kit started, her voice trailing off.
Even after she'd told Marisa about her and Olaf, Marisa had still gone and fooled around with him. It wasn't like she had explicitly told her anything, but she knew Marisa wasn't stupid and had picked up the idea pretty quickly.
"We don't...not usually," Marisa said, smiling, "but we were talking and I guess he just got a bit...nostalgic."
"Ooooh," Winnie whistled.
The two girls went into another giggling fit, while Kit sat there silently.
"Marisa, what happened to the baby?" Kit blurted out.
Winnies eyes widened, followed by Kit, who had just realized what she said. She mentioned the thing the whole school was told not to mention. Ever.
"W-What?" Marisa asked.
"Umm...nothing...I-"
Kit looked panicked. She didn't know what to say. She was nervous and awkward, until
Marisa realized what she'd asked and smiled.
"She's with my aunt," Marisa said, smiling sadly.
"I'm sorry, Risa. I didn't mean to..." Kit started. She felt tears well up in her eyes.
"No it's okay," Marisa reassured, placing an arm on Kit's shoulder, "I'm actually kind of...glad you brought it up. Ever since it happened, no one has said anything. Everyone just keeps pretending like it didn't happen. Like my baby never existed. It's been driving me crazy, honestly."
"W-What's her name?" Winnie asked shyly.
"Her name is Chloe," Marisa said sweetly, "she's two years old and she looks JUST like Olaf. She's got the sweetest brown hair and soft green eyes. She likes to perform, like me and him do. She's everything...that I hoped she'd be."
Marisa smiled to herself, letting a tear rolled down her cheek.
"I never get to see her. My aunt pretends that she's her daughter...Chloe calls her mom. My parents and Olaf's parents worked it out for her to be taken away...and then she was just...gone. And Olaf and I couldn't speak to each other for like eight months," Marisa said, a few more years escaping.
Kit felt guilty. She wrapped her arms around Marisa to comfort her, Winnie following her lead.
Marisa turned to look at Kit and smirked.
"I know you don't think he's nice. I know you think he's a heartless sadist...and I can definitely see why...but he's not," Marisa admitted, "I could tell he was devastated too when they took Chloe away. It's like...we were like 12 or 13 or something, and we knew we weren't ready to be parents. But we still wanted to see our kid. He was just as sad as I was. I think he even...cried once."
"The great and might Count Olaf cried?" Winnie asked, letting out a fake gasp of shock.
"I know right," Marisa agreed, adding some fake shock of her own, "and get this, he writes poetry too AND...he's a good singer."
"Olaf sings?!" Kit asked in utter disbelief.
"Yeah he does, and he's got a pretty nice voice," Marisa added, "we used to...sing together."
Kit smiled at her sadly. Olaf and Marisa were fucking perfect together and probably were destined to be together and some shit.
She wasn't sure how she felt about that.
"So, Winnie is going for bad boy Ernest Denouement," Marisa relayed, "you got anything exciting going on in your life, Ms Snicket."
"Well, i am currently trying to find a way to retrieve a certain stack of papers from your ever-persistent ex," Kit huffed, "but he's insistent on punishing my entire family through me.
"Yeah...he does kinda hate your family," Marisa nodded in agreement.
"But, I've got a plan though...and I think you can help me," Kit asked, with a nice inviting smile.
Marisa chuckled.
"I'm all ears, Snicket."
"Well, I think I'm gonna snoop around his room, maybe his entire house if I need to," she explained, "but I need someone to distract him for me. Do you mind?"
"Of course not! How long do you need me to distract him for? You know guys, they have short attention spans," Marisa asked with a smirk.
You can always let him fuck you on the bleachers again, that seemed to keep him busy, Kit thought to herself, frowning mentally.
"You guys can sing together again," Kit said smiling, causing Marisa to blush and burry her face in her hands.
"Aww don't remind me of the cringe," Marisa said giggling, "we were 12 and we thought we were edgy."
The three girls shared a snicker.
"Welp, I gotta get home, bye ladies!" Marisa said, climbing off the bed and back out the window.
"I gotta go too, Kit," Winnie said, placing a kiss on Kit's cheek, and climbing out the window herself.
Kit smiled as her friends left. She shut off er lights and sat in the dark, trying to fall asleep...
And hoping her dreams wouldn't be filled with an insane Olaf trying to make her cum on his bedroom floor.
Or of him and Marisa smiling and singing together...