Young Kane laid his head on the freshly wet dew that had formed on the ground. He was always up early, even before the birds. It was like a routine now, everything was. He had been licked out of the school because of his actions. Taker had to stop him, but even afterward Kane made sure he finished Jared. His head was caved in by the vicious strikes directed towards his face and body. The funny thing was before everything happened, Kane didn't have a thought about hurting anyone. It was that feeling of superiority that made him keep hitting him. But if he could go back in time, he would do it all over again. Kane grinned at the thought. He heard heavy boots and already knew who it was coming down the from the steps of the house.

"What's got a grin from you this morning, Little Brother," Taker asked, not expecting a response. Kane hadn't spoken since the day he killed Jared. Sometimes he wished it was him instead of his brother that had been too drastic. He wanted to spare Kane from how bad the world was. Kane was innocent. "Momma told me to tell ya that the therapist was comin' over today, so you need to go get cleaned up." Taker ruffled messed up his brothers long hair. "I'll be back home after school. I'll get you that candy you like. Pops gave me some money for helping with the last body we got."

Kane only nodded and stood. Taker could tell that he still was the brother he knew, but there was something going on that he couldn't understand. Taker left after Kane gave him a wave before closing the door behind him,

"Baby boy, I got you some clean clothes on the bed. Make sure you wash good today. I want that damn woman to stop coming here as soon as possible. I'm going to run to go do the laundry as soon as she gets here, and get some food for tonight."

Kane nodded and headed into his room and took the clothes into the bathroom. Kane smiled at the thought of Ms. Red coming. It wasn't her real name. He repeated her name constantly in his head. It was Renae Honey. But he liked to call her Ms. Red because he hair was a crimson red that he loved. He didn't understand why his mom didn't like her, not one bit. Kane was fully clothed and freshly groomed when his mother came in and gave his a kiss on his head.

"Okay. Ms. Renae is here. Make sure you behave and be a good boy, son. I'll see you in a little while." Kane nodded and gave his mother a smile. He watched his mother leave before heading into the kitchen. Ms. Renae was sitting at the table when he saw her. Kane could only stare until she spoke. Her voice flowing like honey to him.

"Good morning Kane. Have a seat."

"Kane, wake up baby," Lita said. Still being gentle with her husband. He had been sent home about a week prior. Taker made them stay with him though, which was fine because Lita had to be on the road with the rest of the roster soon and she knew he would be okay.

"I'm awake," Kane said, somewhat drowsy from the medicine he had been instructed to take the night before by his wife. He hated it. He wanted to yell at her but he knew what she was taking care of him better than anyone would.

"How do you feel?" Lita asked while helping him sit up even though she could see he was getting his strength back easily.

"It doesn't hurt anymore if that's what you mean. I only feel sex deprived if I am being honest." Kane wiped the sleep out of his eyes.

"We can't do that right from another few weeks. The doctor already let you know that."

"He also said that it looked a lot worse than it was. And I would probably recover a lot faster." Kane sighed. "You're going to be gone in a few days soon. Are you really going to leave me like this?" Lita could see his member lifted high under the blanket. It made Lita laugh.

"Your sex drive is ridiculous." Lita ignored him and got the food she had cooked for him off the bedside table. She began to feed him, which Kane enjoyed.

"I'm only this way for you." Kane smiled. He took a bite of the scrambled eggs that she had cooked. It reminded him for a second of when they got married, in the beginning, how Lita wanted nothing to do with him. Yet now, she was here taking care of him while he was down and out. It was something that actually made him smile, even when he tried to hide it.

"When do you have to leave?" Kane asked through mouthfuls of food.

"Umm, I'm about three more days I think."

"You think." Kane looked annoyed. "You can just stay here you know, call McMahon and tell him you won't make it."

"I'm number one contender now, Kane. I just need this last fight then I'll be back."

"Ok," Kane said. He was fine with that. He just wished it was over already and she was already back to stay. Lita continued to feed her husband. She could see he was staring at her like it was the first time he saw her.

"You know we never talked about our past with each other," Lita said.

"What's so interesting about the past?" Kane asked.

"Just like, we don't talk about stuff."

"Maybe because there's not much to talk about, wife." Kane looked annoyed now. He stopped the spoonful of eggs she was about to feed him. "I've had enough. Thank you for the breakfast."

"I didn't mean to upset you, Kane. I just think that's important. Like it's important to get to know each other better I that aspect."

"Okay. Let's see. We lived where we worked. My father, well maybe I should say Taker's father, cremated and disposed of bodies. My mom took care of the both of us. And you know when I got burned up in a fire and put in an asylum for half of my life." Lita could see that he was being a smart ass. "Does that make you happy?"

"No." Lita rolled her eyes. "Never mind Kane. Sorry, I said anything." Lita grabbed the plate and was about to head out but Kane grabbed her arm and stopped her.

"I'm sorry." He looked disappointed in himself. "It's just... I don't talk about that kind of stuff. I've never talked about it with anyone."

"It's okay. You don't have to. I understand. I shouldn't force you to do anything." Lita admitted. "I'll still love you either way." She gave him a kiss before leaving. "Get some rest." She closed the door lightly behind her.

"So I see you still aren't speaking just yet?" Ms. Honey said to Kane. Kane only stared at her, feeling his body react to her voice. "Your mother said that you haven't had any more outbursts since that day at school. I'm happy to see you are doing good."

Kane looked at her black colored fingernails as she shuffled the papers that were in front of her.
"Today we will go over some reading. I brought you another book. I figured you would be done with the other one by now."

Kane grabbed the new book that was given to him. Everyone thought he was dumb now since he didn't speak, but he found somewhat of a solitude and peace in the silence. People didn't know a lot of things about him and he liked it that way. There were a lot fewer questions that way.

"Well start with the first chapter, then you can write a summary of what you remember."

Kane nodded and began to read, which was very hard considering that he constantly wanted to look at her. He didn't see why he was so nervous every time he was around this woman. His body reacted in a way he didn't understand. He couldn't stop thinking about the night he saw her in her window, taking off her clothes. He knew he should have looked away but it made him want to look even more. The fact that she hadn't seen him and didn't know that he saw her. It had become a habit of his that he enjoyed when he had that time.

Kane finally looked above the book at Ms. Red who was writing something down. She suddenly spoke.

"I almost forget. You have to give me your daily writing book."

Kane nodded and headed into his room, pulling it from his dresser drawer. He was nervous, remembering what he had written inside of it. He still decided it was best to give it to her. Ms. Honey took the journal and began reading from. Kane had kept his eyes on her the entire time, watching as he usual beautiful face became more of a frown of disbelief.

"You wrote this?" She asked. Kane nodded. "Your wording is very advanced but the way you described things are not... good. You understand that what you wrote in here can never happen? It isn't healthy to have a relationship like that with a patient. You have obsessive tendencies and I can work with that as long as this stops."
Kane shook his head slowly. He didn't understand. It was news to him. Kane had gotten harder from knowing it was something that wasn't good, something that was unpleasant to her. That she didn't want him back. He was so use to rejection that he enjoyed it.

"It can happen," Kane said with a sly grin. He unbuttoned his pants and dropped them to the floor, revealing his hardened penis to the much older woman. "If you just let it."

Red was definitely his color.