A/N: This is in no way bashing any religion. This is in no way bashing anyone of any faith. But if I do offend someone, I apologize. That is not my intention at all. I write this to show what happened and that it is common to hear of a deeply devout, deeply religious person of faith can take the bible too far. More often than not, we use the word "Christian" as a blanket term. Again, I apologize for any offense I may cause. And again, I do not own the characters. Just my OC's and my plot.

Kevin Anderson was never one to skirt around certain topics. Unlike his counterpart, he was very straight and to the point. Kevin Barr, on the other hand, was entirely different. Was he always this way? Not so much. But between his mother and Nazz, he never seemed to get anything right or get a word in when they would have talks.

The night Nazz announced that they were engaged, he didn't say anything for fear of upsetting her and bringing about her rage when they were alone. The Cul-De-Sac wasn't as excited as Nazz expected them to be but they played along for the sake of Kevin's safety. They knew what his mother used to do when he was younger and it seemed she's convinced Nazz to do the same. Both she and his mother were both very devout Christians and took what the bible said seriously.

Unfortunately, Kevin lost his faith years ago. He felt there was no god. Because if there had been, why weren't his prayers answered when he asked, no, begged to be saved from the mistreatment. He begged Him to bring Dee back into his life just once so he could rescue him. But eventually, he stopped. He felt abandoned and afraid. Afraid that he would spend the rest of his life in a situation that was harmful to him. And he knew everyone knew what happening to him, he just didn't understand why they wouldn't help. Until the day he met Nat, he was still afraid of going home to Nazz every night. A month later, he was moved out and living with Nat. He was doing better. But there were still moments where...well, he preferred not to think about it.

"Kevin. Mon cher. Are you alright?" Dee asked him. He hadn't been aware he had spaced out. "Hhmm? Oh. Yeah. I'm fine. I was just...lost in thought for a second. If you'll excuse me for a second."

He got up from the table and walked to the bathroom. Dee watched him and then turned to Nat. "What's happened to make him do that?"

Nat sighed. "He does that when he needs to be alone for a moment. I've tried to help him through it but he won't let anyone in. He has PTSD, Dee. He suffers from trauma that most kids our age shouldn't have. He's broken in so many ways that neither of us could fathom. I'm sure you know about his mother."

Dee shook his head. "I didn't find out about his mother until a few years after I left Peach Creek."

"And you didn't think you needed to come back for that?"

"I was told to stay away. When I found out, I immediately messaged amour and asked if he was alright and if he needed me. He said he didn't want anything to do with me and that I needed to say away."

"I never said that." Dee turned around and saw Kevin standing there.

"Doudou? What do you mean?"

"I haven't heard from you in 5 years. This is the first time we're speaking. I never received a message from you about my mother. If I had, I would've begged you to come back. You have no idea how much I needed you. I thought...I thought you had abandoned me. I thought what they were saying about you was true and that you never cared about someone like me..." His voice trailed off. Dee stood and gathered the red head in his arms.

"Mon Couer, I never would have left you behind if I had known what kind of person your mother was. I didn't abandon you. I tried to text you for months after I found out. But never got reply back except for that one time. I had assumed you wanted nothing to do with me." Dee looked at Kevin, stoic as ever but with a strange vulnerability that neither of the boys were used to. Kevin, on the verge of tears, walked over to Dee and sat on his lap and curled into a ball. He barely fit on the raven's lap, but somehow he managed to do it.

Nat looked at the both of them, tears in his eyes. "You both know how to make a girl cry don't you?" They all laughed. Tension broken, but Kevin never moved once from Dee's lap.

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Dee received a phone the next morning from little Kevin (as he called him) about what he had gotten from his visit with Nazz. He had stayed too late the night before and Nat had offered the guest room for him to sleep in. He was uneasy with his friend walking home at three in the morning by himself. "Didn't matter if it was only a fifteen minute walk back to his place, he was staying." As Nat so eloquently put it. Everyone knew better than to argue with Nat.

"Eddward. I think we should put the mother on trial. It's clear that she manipulated that girl into thinking she had to absolutely do this. But that's not going to excuse her behavior or her part in this. She will still stand trial for her wrong doings. But I think her lawyer is going to plead insanity."

"Why do you think that?"

"Because it's clear that Ms. Von Bartonschmeer is not in her right mind to even stand trial. I'm going to dig deeper into her background and see if there is any history of mental illness. If there is, this is going to prove that his mother had motive to manipulate her into doing what she needed."

Dee sighed on the other end of the phone. "What would happen if he broke up with her?"

"I wouldn't recommend that. She may have a mental break of some kind if he did. We don't want to risk that. Not right now. There's no telling what she might do. I wouldn't risk putting yourself and Kevin in any unnecessary danger right now."

"I see."

"You may have to think of a different way to do this, Eddward. I'm not sure what will happen once we go after her for assault."

"Assault?"

He heard Kevin sigh heavily. He could see him taking off his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose. "She...are you sure you want to hear this, Eddward?"

"Yes. I'm sure. I think I have to." Dee clutched the phone in his hand. He had already suspected from the last time he paid a visit to her. It wasn't long after that talk that things had begun to change for Kevin and he had noticed that he looked paler than usual. His lack of life was evident and it worried him. He worried that his talk with her pushed her too far and he was regretting it.

"She's sexually assaulted him. And I'm going to guess it's been going on for almost the whole duration of their so called relationship."

Dee sucked in a breath, eyes wide. He raked a hand through his hair, effectively tossing his black beanie to the floor in the process. His long raven hair fell in waves to his shoulders. He took the phone away from his ear and placed it on speaker. Grabbing a hair tie, he tied his hair into a low pony; just enough to get it out of his eyes. "You're saying she raped him? But there isn't any proof of this in his files. She could just be lying, Anderson."

Little Kevin sighed. "I wish she was lying. But her body language said otherwise. She truly believes she didn't do anything wrong. That's what makes me think it could be his mother manipulating her into thinking this is okay and that, essentially, she was doing God's work. Or some fucked up version of it anyway. After some digging, I found out his mother is very much against the LGBTQ. She can't grapple with the fact that her son is gay and prefers men over women. That's why she pushed so hard for Nazz. And...Eddward, this is going to come as a shock. Abigail, his mother, is the reason she harassed Kevin for the months you both were together."

"What?"

Dee swiveled around to see Kevin standing behind him. "Kevin, amour, how long have you been standing there?"

"I..I just came in. I wanted to ask...is he saying Nazz raped me without my knowledge? That my mother manipulated her into doing..."

"I'll let you go, Eddward. You have other matters to attend to at the moment it seems."

"Thank you, Anderson. I'll facetime you shortly. We still need to talk about our options and what we need to do."

"Of course, Doctor. I look forward to it."

"Don't forget to dig deeper into the girls history. If she truly does suffer from some sort of mental illness, we'll need to prove it."

"I will. Talk later. Ciao."

And with that, the call was cut short. Dee looked up at Kevin, worry etched into his beautiful face. Kevin looked close to tears and all the tall raven haired boy wanted to do was hold him. He walked towards him but Kevin took a step back. "I need to be alone right now, Dee. I can't."

Dee watched as his heart walk out of the room, folded in on himself and guarded. Dee felt terrible and all he wanted to do was fix it.

"I'm truly sorry, mon couer. I wish this hadn't happened to you..."