Kit tried to wake herself up, opening her eyes slowly as she heard muffled voices talking in the background. She couldn't remember quite how she'd gotten here.

"Did you get her a change of clothes?" She heard a male voice ask.

"Yeah...she was already mostly asleep when we got here. I dressed her in one of my shirts and shorts," another voice, Olaf's, replied.

Why was he here?

"That's good. I made her some food for whenever she wakes up," a female voice, Abigail's, said.

Was she at the Johnson's house?

Kit sat up slowly, groaning in pain as she did. She was so sore.

She looked around the room, realizing she was in Olaf's bed. The room was much cleaner than she was used to seeing it. It looked different with the morning sun peeping through the curtains.

She turned her head as she pulled the covers back, wincing in pain as soon as she did.

She grabbed her head and squeezed her eyes shut. It was throbbing and the back of it was sore to the touch.

A rush of memories came back to her mind. Arriving at the dirty restaurant, eating the food, masturbating in the bathroom, running out without paying, watching Zach turn into a monster, feeling him force himself on her, watching him die, and jumping into Olaf's arms.

She felt herself start to cry again. She felt so weak...so helpless. She grabbed her legs as she tried to steady her rapid breathing.

The voices in the hallway started getting louder. Her eyes snapped to the door as it flew open, revealing Olaf, Abigail, and another boy she didn't recognize.

"Oh my god, you're awake!" Abigail sighed in relief, running over to embrace the girl, "are you alright? How are you feeling?"

"I-I'm...I'm fine," she said slowly, still trying to process everything in her mind.

"I'm so glad. We were all so so worried about you!" Abigail said, smiling sweetly at her.

She jumped up from the bed and walked to grab a plate of food the older boy was holding.

"I also made you some breakfast!" She cheered, "those two always joke my cooking, BUT I think it tastes pretty good."

"Says the one who's failed at making toast before," Max chuckled. He turned to Kit and smiled, "I'm Max, by the way."

Kit nodded towards him, a cordial smile flashing across her face.

Her eyes darted over to Olaf quickly, and then away again. She'd seen his eyes light up when he'd walked in the room, finally laying eyes on her for the first time since the night before. It was odd. He seemed a little...out of character.

He'd hadn't looked at her since, nervously avoiding her gaze, but she could see him smiling to himself when she spoke.

"Do you need anything else?" Abigail asked, concern in her voice.

Kit looked over at the plate of food. She'd lost her appetite, but she felt the need to please Abigail. The girl seemed so eager to help and she'd done a lot for Kit over the last few weeks. A lot.

"No, I'm fine. I...I think I'll just eat now," Kit said softly.

She looked back up at Olaf, who was now looking back at her. They stayed that way for a minute, looking shyly into each other's eyes.

Olaf looked away first, scratching the back of his neck.

Abigail rolled her eyes and snickered. Watching her brother trying to function as a normal human being was even more enjoyable than she thought it'd be.

"Well um...it is my room," Olaf began awkwardly, "but I'll let you eat in here...alone...if you want..."

"No, i-it's alright," Kit replied, "you're right. It's your room. You have a right to be in here."

"No, no...I wasn't trying to...make you feel guilty or anything," Olaf said quickly.

"No, I know! I was just..." Kit's voice trailed off.

Abigail chuckled, standing up and motioning for her brother to sit on the bed next to Kit. He walked over hesitantly, easing down onto the bed as if it were burning him underneath.

"We'll let you two figure this out," Abigail said smirking, "Max and I are going to finish cooking for the rest of the fam. Olaf you're food is on the dresser whenever you're hungry."

Olaf nodded sheepishly.

"Have fun you two," Max snickered as he and Abigail left the room, closing the door behind them and leaving Kit and Olaf by themselves.

An awkward silence immediately fell onto the lovebirds. The only sounds in the room were he crunching of food.

"So...you wanna...watch TV?" he asked slowly.

"Um...yeah that's fine," she mumbled.

He reached around and grabbed the remote. Clicking on the television, he directed his eyes towards her.

She was so...beautiful. She was shoving food quickly, and not so attractively, into her mouth, eating as if she hadn't in weeks. He frowned, noticing the sad look that lingered on her face from the night before.

He felt a wave of nausea hit him as memories of the night before returned to his mind. He felt as if it were all a Dream or a movie as they played in his head. Like he hadn't even been there at all, only watching it through a screen.

He remembered seeing Zach on top of a squirming and terrified Kit. And then everything else was a blur. All he remembered seeing next was red. He'd gotten so angry.

He didn't mean to kill him...even though he wanted to. Not really.

He really had just wanted to get him away from Kit. Far away from her. He'd already warded him away from Abigail...and Marisa. He really hadn't ever expected to see him again.

Yet...there they'd been. And the fucker was trying to take ANOTHER thing that belonged to him.

Just thinking about him made Olaf's blood boil.

He felt the bed twitch slightly, the covers shifting next to him. He snapped his head over to look at Kit, who was staring wide eyed back at him.

"What?" He asked, way more aggressively than he meant to.

He blinked, trying to calm himself down. Zach shouldn't still be having that much of an effect on him. He was dead after all. Olaf has wrapped his meaty hands around the fucker's neck and squeezed the life out of him. Literally.

It'd felt so good feeling his body fall lifeless in his hands, watching him struggle for air. Revenge was sweet, no matter what anyone else said.

"I'm...I just...I didn't know why you looked so upset," Kit whispered shyly.

He smiled. She was like a small child.

"It's nothing. I-It's not anything to do with you..." he explained, awkwardly looking away.

"Oh...okay," she replied.

Another awkward silence. Olaf swore the quieter it was the crazier he felt. He needed something to happen...even if it was bad. Something was better than nothing. He was terrible at striking up conversations like this...but he thought he'd give it a try.

Here goes nothing.

"Look...I d-dont know if you're ready...to talk about last night or not. And I'm not trying to...rush you or anything. I just wanted to...let you know that...I'm here when you wanna talk," he said, struggling to get through his words but feeling good when he had.

Kit looked genuinely surprised. Since when did he care about her mental well being? True, he had saved her. And she was thankful. But she thought it'd just been in order to "claim" her as his own, or something along those lines.

But now he was acting as if he'd done it actually caring about her getting hurt.

"...I didn't think we needed to talk," she mumbled softly.

"W-Well I was just wondering...since you did almost get..." his voice trailed off.

Kit's face fell even more. She'd tried to block the thoughts of it from her mind.

She sucked in a breath as a flash of Zach holding her down resurfaced in her mind.

"...I-I'm..."

"You don't have to pretend like everything's okay, Kit," he said softly, hesitantly placing a hand on top of hers.

He watched as her expression changed. From sadness, to fear, to anger, back to fear.

She snatched her hand away.

"You...you killed someone.." she said, in shock as if she'd just realized it.

"Well...Yeah...he was trying to hurt yo-"

"You're a murderer!" She shouted, pushing herself off of the bed and backing away from him.

Olaf scowled in disbelief...was she really calling him the monster?

"I was trying to save your fucking life!" He snapped, coming closer to her.

"Why?! It's not like you care about it either!" She retorted.

"Yes I do! And even if I didn't, that doesn't mean I would want you to get raped!"

"Really?! It seems like the kind of thing you'd want to have happen to me!"

His eyes widened, the same darkness that Kit had seen for the past weeks overtaking them. He grabbed and pushed her back against the wall. She couldn't pretend she didn't like it...a lot.

"Don't you ever let those goddamn words come out of your mouth again!" He shouted.

She shrunk away from him. Looking up in his eyes, watching the fire inside of them.

"Just because I taunt you a little and we fuck roughly does not mean I want to see you get assaulted!" He growled, "what kind of sick person do you think I am?"

Her eyes widened. She watched the anger drain out of his, being replaced with sadness, as he looked back at her.

"...do you really think of me like that?" He asked sadly.

"I...well I..."

He shoved her back, although not to hard, climbing back onto his bed, his back facing her.

"Just eat your fucking food and I'll take you home after your done," he grumbled, although he sounded more sad than angry.

"Olaf, look...I just...you were...I thought you hated me. You made it your goal to make my life miserable. I just...I wasn't trying to..." she stuttered.

"Just eat. Eat and then you can get the hell away from me," he mumbled, "since that's what you want."

"Olaf, I'm sorry, okay? I don't think your like...him..."

He rolled over to look into her eyes, his face serious.

"Don't lie, Kit."

"I'm not lying...," she sighed, "I shouldn't have said that..."

"No...you probably should've...you're right, I'm fucking awful."

"But you're not like...like Z-Zach"

"You don't have to say his name, baby. He's gone now. He can't hurt you anymore."

"Oh god...don't remind me."

Kit buried her face in her hands, shaking her head.

"What?..." Olaf asked, Kit hearing the annoyance rise back up in his voice.

"Nothing...it's just...I can't believe you killed someone..." she said, voice low.

He sat up, turning to face her directly now.

"Doesn't it like...bother you at all?!" She asked, looking desperately into his eyes.

He shook his head, nonchalantly.

"He deserved it," he said simply.

Kit shuddered. She knew she should've agreed, and she sort of did, but the thought still bothered her.

"...and how do you decide who deserves it?" She asked softly, placing her hand on his knee lightly as she held her breath, waiting for his answer.

"It's not that hard. Everyone on this goddamn planet is evil and fucked up...but some are more evil and fucked up than others," he explained.

"But how do you decide who is?" She prided, "you hate my family, a lot...do they count? What about your own parents...? They kill people..."

Olaf chuckled, which definitely didn't help Kit's nerves about the situation.

"Rapists And child molesters are more likely to get kill by other prison inmates. If our own

criminals can deem them as the actual scum of the earth, I think I can too," he said smiling slightly.

Kit paused for a second, then nodded slowly. As much as the idea of killing made her sick, he did have a point.

Then something dawned on her.

"Olaf...have you...killed before?" She asked. Her voice was calm-ish but she was filled with dread.

He was silent, turning his head to her slowly and smirking.

"Oh my god! It's not funny, asshole!" She said shoving him roughly.

"You're right..." he sighed, although he was still smiling slightly, "you're great, you know that Kitten?"

Kit didn't reply, although he could tell his words affected her. She blushed and turned away slightly.

"...Who did you kill?" She asked, sighing.

His amused expression turned to one of sincerity.

"...I kill two people," he said seriously, cringing as he saw her eyes widen at his words.

"Two people?!" She asked in horror.

"Look, Kit...I know you. You grew up in a mindset where the whole world was amazing and only a few people in it were bad...which is probably why you hate the fact that I've killed people...but I'm not like my parents, okay? I grew up in a world where everything and everyone was shitty...and part of that shittiness included watch my sister's mental state deteriorate after she got raped."

"...Oh, I-I didn't know I..."

"It's okay, you're fine, darling," he reassured with a small smile, "...I-I was twelve. And she got assaulted by Franklin Gouch, the fucking treasurer of VFD, at one of those god-awful assemblies your parents throw ever 4 fucking minutes. I remember i snickered when I first found out and I teased her about it on the way home. I hate myself for thinking it was funny. Then she just...stopped talking. It happened gradually, but eventually she was just...mute. I didn't understand why she wasn't herself...Then she just started shutting everyone out. She stopped smiling, she stopped speaking to people, she stopped eating. She was dying, without actually doing it. And our parents didn't do shit for her, so I killed him..."

"Olaf...I really, really didn't know. I'm so sorry," she mumbled.

"It's funny...you know...I give her shit all the time. I'm an asshole to her and I know I am. It's...fun for me, I guess. But sometimes I forget how much she actually does for us, with Max being in college and all. Its weird...it's like I don't know how to be anything else but an asshole sometimes. It's just...easier for me. If I'm an asshole, then I don't have to care about anyone. I don't have to watch everyone and everything I like get destroyed. It doesn't have to effect me, if I just...don't care."

"I guess you're right. I just...never thought about it like that," she sighed, "And also, I agree, since I am very well acquainted with your "assholery."

"Yeah well, ask anyone in my family, you haven't seen the half of it," he chuckled.

Kit smiled, crawling over and laying her head gently on his shoulder.

"Kit...I didn't tell you before, and I should've, but I knew Zach because he tried to hurt Abigail too..."

"Yeah...he um, he told me, before he tried to hurt me," Kit mumbled.

"I couldn't watch her go through that again. I just couldn't. I'm the worst brother to her, but I didn't want her to disappear from the world like she had before. I beat the fucker up pretty bad, by I let him go. Biggest mistake of my life," he growled.

Kit stayed silent for a minute, taking in his words.

"Who else did you kill?"

"...Marisa uncle," he said.

"Oh...um..."

"He assaulted her too, when she was younger.," he explained quickly, not wanting her to get the wrong idea, "she didn't tell me until after she'd gotten pregnant. She didn't even want me to know then, but she was worried since our kid was going to be living with him and her aunt. She didn't want me to do it, but I hunted the asshole down and killed him. I wasn't going to let my kid live in a house with a molester."

"So what's the difference between you killing and them assauting people?" She asked, genuinely curious, "like...how do you justify it in your head."

"I don't have to justify anything...I just don't care, honestly," he replied frankly, "I don't have sympathy for them."

She gave a small nod, tucking her head further into his neck.

"Assholery gets easier the more you do it," he laughed, hoping to lighten the mood.

"Yeah, I can tell," she teased, nudging his side.

"Oh darling, you may think you know...but you haven't the faintest idea," he chuckled.

"I think I have some idea," she giggled, "throwing popcorn at me, forcing me to bring you 12 cups of water, and doing your homework for weeks wasn't exactly fun. Not to mention, the drunk phone call..."

To her surprise, he didn't frown or stutter out some long attempt at denial. He just...smiled.

"Do you usually drink that much?" She continued, hoping he'd mention something about his drunk confession to her.

"No...only when something's on my mind," he replied slowly. She could tell he was purposely avoiding the subject, teasing her with a twinge of a smirk.

"Is that why you told me all this personal stuff?" She asked, rolling her eyes at his childishness.

"I know you're joking," he said chuckling, "but I'm actually not exactly sober now either..."

"Honestly...being drunk seems appealing to me now too," she sighed.

"Do you want to?" He asked, his eyes lighting up awaiting her answer.

She giggled.

"What?! You're actually asking me instead of yanking me up and pulling me to the kitchen?!" She joked, partially joking and partially hoping he would. It would turn her on so much.

Olaf smiled at first, but slowly curled his mouth into a frown. He looked away sadly.

"What's wrong?" She asked him, confusion on her face.

He shifted awkwardly, avoiding her gaze.

"Did...I didn't hurt you, did I?" He mumbled.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"The first night when we were together, when I tied you up and put the gag in your mouth," he explained, "and technically every other time we were together. You're right...I just kind of...grabbed you. I know it's what we like, I'm guessing but...I didn't ask you, or even talk to you about it or give you a safe word...I just did it. You could've been hurt, and it would've been my fault. I'd end up being just like Zach and Franklin and Marisa's Uncle...I-I didn't hurt you,did I?..."

Kit raised her eyebrows in shock, seeing genuine fear in his eyes for the first time.

"No...no you didn't hurt me, Olaf. I'm fine, I promise. You're nothing like Zach or any of those other monsters. You're...you're good."

He looked up at her, smiling as he entwined their fingers.

"You want me to teach you how to hide a body?" He asked.

"Ugh! Look at you killing the moment!" Kit groaned, "and I would prefer not to know your process for getting away with murder."

"Why not? It's more interesting than you'd think," He teased.

"I think I'll pass," she sighed.

She'd never taken the time to look into his eyes. She noticed how oddly shaded they were. They seemed to glow.

She felt Olaf run his hand up her side, caressing her cheek. She pushed herself up on her elbows, closing the gap between their mouths. She loved the feeling of kissing him. They hadn't really done it much...not for real. But now she felt him pressing his lips against hers, holding her hand and owning her soul. For a split second, everything in her cruel life felt just a little better.

Olaf moved down, placing kisses along her neck.

"Olaf..." she moaned, "I don't wanna go home."

"I know, darling. You can stay," he breathed between kisses, "I just said that because I was angry."

"I mean...uhh," she groaned, trying to explain but feeling the pleasure overtake her in the process, "I mean I don't want to go home."

"Ever"