A/N: They finally fuck, are you happy? Also it was a major struggle trying to find one song to capture this one lmao. So many good ones. I mainly listened to The Weeknd, Sleep Token, and Isabel LaRosa. More specifically; "Pretty Boy" by Isabel, "Try Me" by The Weeknd, and "The Summoning" by Sleep Token. Have a whole mini playlist lol! But I ended up picking the song recommended because for one, I love Cat Pierce/The Pierces. But two, I wanted something more formal sounding since it's in Maria's POV. ALSO HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Have fun and stay safe, ghouls and goblins! You're welcome, you horny bastards. Enjoy, I guess?!

April 14th, 1973

6:28pm

The Family House

Song recommendation: "You Belong To Me" by Cat Pierce

WARNING: this chapter involves sexual intercourse and cheating

I Belong To You

Maria

-.-

This is wrong but I can't back out now - not that I truly wanted to anyway. I just saw a woman lose her life, Johnny comforted me afterwards, then acted like a complete asshole, and now I'm about to surrender myself to him. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. I regret everything yet nothing at the same time. I should be screaming at him and be left alone to calm myself down. Yet I can't help but notice the hunger in his eyes as his dark brown eyes observed me like I was his first meal in a week. The way he was already undressing me with his eyes made a chill run down my spine. A part of me was anxious as hell. What if Danny found out somehow? I kept pondering if this was still cheating. I might never be found. If that's the case, he will eventually move on with life - or so I hoped - and find someone to fill my place. With that, the guilt lingers but isn't as strong. However, my nerves still made me anxious due to other reasons. The first one being how Johnny was acting - causing me to develop butterflies, a red tint to grow in my face, me sheepishly looking away, and the growing need of what he had planned for tonight. The other reason being I was still a virgin. Well, at least in the official way. As stated, I haven't gone all the way with Danny - only having him use his fingers and tongue on my body. I was intrigued with what Johnny had in mind. Would he use the same or something more?

I stopped the hungry kiss Johnny was currently giving me, "Johnny, hold on."

He pulled back and examined my face, "Yeah?"

"I'm not... experienced." I confessed to him, "I've never fully gone all the way and... yeah. I'm sure you're experienced and have been with women who have tons of experience. Oh my god, did I just call you a man whore?! Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I mean you've implied that you sleep with women and lure them back and... shit! Shit, I'm not making this any better am I?! Wow, way to go Maria! Making a fool of yourself in front of an attractive guy. Shit did I say that out loud too?! Listen, I didn't mean-"

Johnny turned his face away as a series of little laughs rolled off his tongue. He shook his head before biting his bottom lip, trying to stifle back his laughter some more. He coughed a few times before looking back into my hazel eyes that were wide with embarrassment. Why was he laughing? Was it because I wasn't experienced? Was it because I assumed he was? Maybe he's not. Wait... ain't no way he's not! Johnny is a very attractive man, he surely has before. Johnny cleared his throat before shaking his head again at me - a large toothy grin appearing on his face.

"Just say you've never had dick."

My hazel eyes blinked rapidly at how blunt he was before nodding, "I've never had it."

"Do you want me to be gentle?" I nodded my head in response which resulted in Johnny shaking his own, "You have a big mouth, sunshine. Use your words."

"Yes... for now." I responded back to him.

"That's a good girl." Johnny smirked before winking down at me. I felt my heart skip a beat at his words and actions. Maybe I'm just being desperate since it's been a very long time since I've done anything remotely close to this. Johnny's lips connected against mine resulting in me returning it almost immediately. Johnny's rough hand slid down from my arm, to my hip, and rested on the outside of my thigh. My fingers tangled deeper into his dark brown hair - causing him to moan softly against my mouth. He pulled away briefly and rested on his knees above me. With one swift motion, Johnny slid the ripped black muscle tee off his body. Underneath the very dim light of the lamp, I could see several scars scattered around his muscular upper body. My eyes widened slightly at the site as Johnny avoided my gaze - throwing the shirt onto the floor without a single care.

"You gonna keep staring at me like some type of doofus?" Johnny asked as a slight smirk appeared on his face. I wanted to ask several questions. How did he get the scar on his face? What about the ones littered over his chest and arms? Are there some on his back? Johnny was built like a brick house - strong and perfect despite some minor imperfections. My curiosity wanted me to ask how he got every scar in detail but I knew it wasn't the time. Hell, it might never be the time. More than anything, he might be insecure about them. I probably would be depending on how I received them.

"I'm sorry, you're just very pretty." I rambled out.

Johnny scoffed, "Pretty? Bubba must've actually hit some of your brain with that chainsaw of his."

I shook my head at his slight joke, "No. You're very handsome, Johnny. You're a pretty boy."

Johnny's smirk dimmed as he turned his head back in my direction. His eyes roamed all over my face as he tried to process the compliment I just gave him. I wasn't trying to boost or stroke his ego that he probably pretended to take pride in. It was a genuine compliment. Johnny was truly pretty in his own unique way - as anyone is. Sure, he can be an asshole still at times but I've been able to see past it a few times. As he would probably put it; you can run but you can't hide. I know he's tried to mask his feelings for me and put on a "tough guy" persona that he probably gives to his family or other women he's probably tried to pursue. I enjoy the moments where I saw his true and authentic self - as I've stated before. Not to mention how well built he is. His broad shoulders lead to his muscular biceps and chest. He didn't have abs but I personally didn't care. He had a slight stomach on him - which I assumed was from the alcohol that lingered with the smell of cigarettes, sweat, and cologne. It's a mixture of smells I've grown used to enjoying instead of despising. Not to mention the way he tries to slick his hair back nicely - but due to the hard labor he does - it becomes messy with time. How his dark eyes almost always have an intimidating glare, how his face is perfectly sculpted like a statue, how rough and muscular his hands are, and how his jeans snug features that I've been secretly curious about for a while now.

Pretty boy Johnny.

Johnny's eyes stopped on mine as he gazed deeply into them almost as if he was searching to see if I was telling the truth. I kept eye contact as a small smile spread on my face - trying to reassure him. His dimmed smirk turned into a matching smile as he leaned down and gave me a quick kiss. His eyes had a slight sparkle in them - the same one I noticed that Danny had for me a few times. The same one Johnny had when we were laughing after Nubbins tried to hurt me. It was the genuine self that I loved seeing from Johnny instead of the facade he tried to portray to the world. When he pulled away from the kiss, his gaze went to the oversized shirt I was wearing to sleep. His fingers danced across the fabric before lightly pulling on it - silently asking if I could take it off. Without hesitating, I leaned up slightly and slid the old shirt off my body.

Once the shirt hit the floor beneath us, Johnny's soft smile turned into a wide one. I blushed slightly at how almost my entire body was exposed to him - the only part was my most intimate area that was still covered by my underwear. Johnny's hands slowly slid from the outside of my thighs as they trailed up to my hips. His calloused palms ran over my smooth warm amber toned skin. Johnny's journey ventured upwards as his curious fingertips stopped at my ribs - slightly underneath the bottom of my breasts.

He licked his bottom lip before his gaze met mine, "And you called me the pretty one?"

This time it was my turn to process the compliment he gave me. As if like a mirror, I searched for the truth in his eyes. Johnny held my gaze as I smiled softly up at him. In result, his own little smile widened as he broke the gaze - looking away almost sheepishly. I slid my hands down to Johnny's belt where I unclasped the buckle before letting the leather fall to the floor. Johnny watched me as I unclasped the button before slowly pulling the zipper down.

"Is someone eager?" Johnny tilted my chin up to look him in the eyes.

"I don't want to hear it from you." I moved my head away from his gentle grasp which resulted in him letting out a low chuckle, "You've probably dreamed about this moment."

Johnny didn't say anything as he avoided my gaze again. He smirked before biting his lower lip - trying to cover up the smile that was creeping onto his lips. I didn't question his subtle reaction as I tugged his tight denim jeans to his knees that he was resting on. Johnny raised himself up completely as his jeans slid down to his ankles where he kicked them off. I expected him to stop there but he kept going, to my slight surprise. Why would I be surprised? It's Johnny plus we both knew how this was going to turn out. With his thumbs, Johnny slid them into the hem of his dark gray boxers. He kept eye contact with me as the fabric fell onto the floor with the rest of the clothes and spilled food - which was in the very back of our minds now.

Johnny was completely exposed to me. If you told me back when Johnny first chased me down that I'd have the pleasure to see him this way, I would've laughed in your face. But now that he's in front of me, it's like he had this hypnotizing spell on me. As if Johnny was Dracula and I must've been Mina or one of his brides. Ironically, I'm gonna go with the second option. I couldn't look away as my eyes traveled lower to Johnny's pelvis where more scars littered his thighs and calves. But the most obvious thing was his hardened erection presented in front of me. I felt my face get hotter as Johnny's smirk regained its place on his face - growing wider as my face got redder. I can't lie, it was definitely a site to see. His cock was a bit bigger than what most people would consider average and a bit thicker too. It was raised upwards - almost touching his stomach - as the tip glistened with his own excitement.

Johnny snapped his fingers, "Eyes up here, c'mon now." I must've looked like a deer in headlights to him as I noticed how I was intrusively staring. I blinked several times before looking back into his eyes where his award-winning smirk had returned. Johnny chuckled at me before getting on top of me again. He wrapped the thin blanket around our bodies as he hovered above me.

"Does it hurt?" I asked him.

Johnny sighed out, "Well... I can't say from personal experience. But I've heard it all just depends."

I swallowed hard as I slowly nodded. I rested my wrists on the back of his neck as he moved closer to me. Johnny gave me a small reassuring smile as he began to slowly drag down the last remaining fabric on my body. Was I seriously going to do this?! My head was all over the place and I couldn't even think properly. Is this right? For God's sake, he's a cannibalistic serial killer! All of this could be some wild sick fantasy of his. By doing this, I could risk getting pregnant and actually carry on with his family's plan. Although I've battled back and forth on the subject, I still feel immense guilt for how I'm going to betray Danny. I told him I wanted to fully wait until we're married - hopefully in the same Catholic church that my mamá and papá got married in. Yet, here I am, with a man who has literally slaughtered and fully ate people - about to have actual sex for the first time with said man. Even if I told Johnny to stop, I'd still feel bad for letting it get this far. I think I'll always carry an immense amount of guilt no matter what I do.

"Maria?" Johnny interrupted my thoughts, "Are you sure about this?"

I nodded once again, "Yeah, I'm just nervous."

Johnny chuckled softly before responding; "Don't worry, I won't bite... hard."

I swallowed the lump in my throat as he continued to pull down the black cotton underwear I was wearing. I raised my hips slightly to help with the process. Johnny balled the fabric up before tossing it onto the floor. There we were - completely nude in front of each other. Johnny's gaze broke from my eyes as he leaned back and examined my body. I felt myself want to crawl into a hole as I became a bit embarrassed and shy of how I probably looked. I didn't have a fit body like Julie or thin like Connie. I had a bit of weight compared to my friends or rest of my family. God I hated my chipmunk like cheeks! Or how my breasts aren't super perky, my wide hips getting in the way, and my large thighs being wide enough to feed a family at Thanksgiving. God, not to mention the few stretch marks I have?! I'm surprised the family didn't think I've already had a few kids with the few on my stomach, arms, and legs. I also haven't had a proper shower in days. Maybe weeks? How long has it been?! The slight wash off with Sissy in the sink didn't fully count.

"I'm sorry." I whispered out. Johnny's wandering gaze snapped back up to my face as his eyes squinted at me.

"What for?"

"I'm probably... you know... not the prettiest or most presentable right now." I let out a dry laugh, trying to brush off how insecure I was becoming. I probably looked like a dirty rat trying to find food scraps the day after Cinco de Mayo. Johnny tilted his head to the side as he observed me - almost as if I had just spoken a completely foreign language that he didn't know existed. Johnny shook his head as his eyes closed tightly - almost in disbelief and shock over what I was saying.

"What?! No! Maria, no! You're pretty and I'm obviously fond of you. Plus, am I really any better? I always smell like sweat, beer, dirt, or blood. Talk about romantic, am I right?" Johnny gave a little chuckle to try and lighten the mood - which worked as it gave me a little smile. Johnny's little smile widened at the sight of mine. His hand trailed up to my brown wavy hair where he twirled the end of a curl around his finger. He didn't say anything for a bit as his vision focused on the dark strands - a deep sigh escaping from his nose. Johnny's dark brown eyes looked back at me before speaking; "You look beautiful, Maria."

I could physically feel my heart start to pick up the pace when he uttered the last words. My breath got caught in my throat as my worries began to slowly trickle away. Johnny gave me another small smile and nod as I did the same. The hand Johnny was using to twirl my hair now moved and rested to cradle my cheek and neck. I didn't realize it until it began to hurt but I was digging my nails into the back of Johnny's neck. Johnny's head dipped as he looked down and between our bodies, his other hand guiding himself towards my entrance.

"Last chance, are you sure?" Johnny asked one last time.

I nodded, "I'm sure."

Señor, perdóname a mí y a mis pecados.

Johnny began to slowly push himself inside of me. My body trembled with excitement and nerves as he took his time - which I'm severely grateful for. He could be an absolute asshole and do whatever he wanted without considering me. But the fact he is only tells me he truly does care about me as he's claimed. I squirmed slightly as I felt a slight discomfort forming. It didn't fully hurt like most people said it does - but rather a still unpleasant feeling. Almost like a mixture of slight sharp pains mixed with a burning sensation. Honestly, I've been through worse. Yes, it was slightly painful but mainly just uncomfortable. I also couldn't tell if there was any blood and at the moment I didn't want to know. Johnny stopped as he gave me some time to adjust - planting gentle kisses on my cheek, jaw, and neck. Despite everything, I'm glad he was approaching the situation this way.

He might be evil, but he's not a monster.

"You're doing a great job, Maria." Johnny whispered into my ear before kissing my cheek again, "Do you want to keep going?"

"Yes." I nodded before shifting slightly. By now, some of the feeling had diminished but was still present. I buried my face into Johnny's neck as the balls of my feet rested on his lower back. Johnny kept one hand in my hair as the other rested on my hip as he slowly began to move his own. I closed my eyes tightly - feeling my body tense up a bit. Johnny immediately noticed and began to whisper into my ear. I couldn't make it all out but I knew he was trying to reassure me about everything. I took a sharp inhale, held it, before slowly letting it out through my mouth as I tried to relax more. This was it. Johnny was officially inside of me - making us one. I was no longer a virgin like I had planned for so long. It's almost mind breaking to me. In all my years, I never pictured this would be the way it would happen. But, now that I'm here, I'm weirdly starting to regret it less and less.

"Can you move your hips with me?" Johnny asked and I nodded in response. My movements were a bit sloppy at first but I began to roll my hips with his movement. Slowly, the uncomfortable feeling was beginning to be replaced with pleasure. My hands slid a bit further down and rested on Johnny's upper back as we continued. Johnny let out a shaky breath as he smiled, "That's my good girl."

My head began to spin. Johnny continued to breath and softly grunt into my ear which caused the pleasure to come into full effect. My mouth hung open as I felt how he was inside of me. I felt so whole and filled with him. The way his cock stretched and claimed me as if I fully belonged to him. He was bigger than any of my own or Danny's finger and tongue. It felt like the last but missing puzzle piece that was finally put into place. One of my hands went into Johnny's dark brown hair as my nails gently dug into his scalp. I felt dizzy and lightheaded but in the best way possible. Much to both of our surprises, a soft moan rolled off the tip of my tongue.

"Yeah?" Johnny chuckled against my skin, "You like this?"

"Mhm." I nodded before sliding the balls of my feet onto his ass. I applied some pressure to move him closer against my body. I felt my face flush red as I muttered, "More. I need more, please!"

Johnny didn't respond with words but rather his actions. His thrusts became a bit faster that I tried to meet due to my lack of experience still. Johnny's breathing became a little bit quicker as did my own. I moaned a bit louder as another wave of pleasure ran through my body. My head dipped back - exposing my neck - which made Johnny react quickly. His mouth wrapped around my throat as he began to lightly nip and suck at my flesh. I gasped as my nails scraped against his scalp while my other hand was wrapped around the center of his muscular back. Johnny's grunt turned into a soft moan - causing me to smile due to it being like music to my ears. I moaned only louder in response which instinctively made Johnny speed up a bit. He moved his hand from my face to grip the ratty sheet beneath us. Johnny rested his forehead against mine as I looked down at how his body was moving.

His forearms and biceps flexed as his skin began to glisten from him lightly sweating. I could see the concentration in his face as he either fought the urge to not finish or go rougher on me. Possibly both. How his eyes remained closed as he focused on the feeling my own body was providing him with. Or the way his stomach flexed with each thrust of his moving hips. My eyes drifted lower as I could see him pulling out and disappearing right back inside of me. I found it extremely arousing along with just the thought of how my body - the same one I'm insecure about - was making him react in such a way. I can't lie, it boosted my confidence a bit.

"Oh, God!" I gasped out before throwing my head back, "J-John... J-Johnny, yes!"

Johnny's hips sped up as the old bed began to creak - as cliche as that was. He smashed his mouth against mine as a throaty moan escaped him and entered me instead. I moaned back along with returning his rough and needy kiss. The only sounds were the bed, Johnny's moans, my own sounds of pleasure, and how our bodies were forming into one. Tears sprang into my eyes due to the overwhelming pleasure building inside of me. Johnny gripped the side of my neck and gently squeezed as he broke away from the kiss.

"God, I've been wanting this since I first saw you." Johnny confessed out in a singular breath. I didn't say anything as I continued to move my hips against his - now fully taking his entire length inside of me. Johnny's dark brown eyes were basically black now due to them being covered with intense lust. Or perhaps love? Most likely a cocktail of both. Johnny continued his rambles; "Do you know how hard it was to not fuck you in that field of sunflowers?! Or maybe that old ass barn nearby?! Shit, it still makes me hard just thinkin' about it!"

I don't know why but that sent me over the edge. I knew I should've been concerned as he was the sole reason why I was here to begin with. Not to mention how - if he's being truthful - has had fantasies about me before even knowing me. But in my scrambled brain, somehow him talking this way only made everything feel a lot better. I let out a loud moan that echoed off the walls. I really hoped nobody else heard that. Then again, if they did, then at least they know I'm going along with their twisted plans. Well, kinda. Not in the way they imagined as in only doing this for the sake of a child - but rather for the sake of feeling deeply for one another. I gently tugged at Johnny's hair which resulted in him wincing before letting a growl escape his throat. His jaw tensed as his fist clenched the sheets again. I'm gonna assume he enjoyed it due to his movements picking up once again. I began to let out a series of moans as he continued to thrust his way deeply inside of me.

I yelled his name this time as my legs wrapped completely around his waist. The creaking of the rusty metal frame was almost unbearable but we continued to try and block it out. Johnny let out a few series of moans as his head tilted back - another low growl escaping from his throat. I knew he was trying so hard to not be brutal with me. He seemed - no - I knew he was the type to be into some intense things. The fact he was resisting so much of the side he normally does by himself or with others in the past meant a lot. Perhaps in the future I'll entertain his interests. But for now? I wanted it to be simple. Call me boring but I just don't want to get hurt.

"Fuck, Maria!" Johnny groaned out as I saw the white's of his eyes before his eyelids closed over them. Fuck, that was hot. Johnny is one attractive man and I didn't know it was somehow more possible to outdo himself. Yet, he somehow just did. I loved the way he said my name as he continued to please himself with my body. Not to mention the way his body was pleasing me too. The waves of pleasure rolling up my spine and into my skull, the way I was sweating underneath him, the goosebumps on my skin, the way my nipples were erect, and how wet I was just for him. All my senses were heightened but not to the part that was extremely overwhelming still. Johnny's hand that was on my hip slid to my thigh as he raised my leg slightly - my knee being close to both of our chests. Another filthy moan rolled out of my mouth as the slightly new angle filled me with more delight and pleasure. The back of my head hit the pillow as Johnny continued to work his body against mine.

"Johnny, yes!" I cried out, "¡Por favor continúa, así como así!"

"What?!" Johnny breathed out as he looked me in the eyes. I chuckled, realizing that I spoke something he was obviously not familiar with.

"Just keep going, please!" I reassured him. Johnny immediately shrugged it off and did what I asked him to do. His nails dug deeper into my thigh as he continued at the same pace. I could feel the pressure of his tip hitting what I assumed was my cervix. God, how fucking deep was he?! Any deeper and he's gonna mine for gold. Then again, this entire experience felt better than any golden treasure I would personally find. I don't know about him. Well, I can take an educated guess based on how his breathing has increased and the deeper moans coming from his own mouth.

"M-Maria... I-I-I think I'm gonna c-cum!"

Oh.

Oh, I guess that maybe he was enjoying it slightly more than me.

I'm not the type of girl who is able to do it often. I've been able a few times on my own and a few with Danny's help. But it's almost a rare experience. It's a bit funny and sad - how most women can't finish. Sure, we can't produce sperm but it would be nice to have in on the fun too. But some are able to, some are able to at times, and some aren't able to at all. I'd say I fall somewhere in the middle section. I wasn't extremely worried about myself finishing as I genuinely had a great time experiencing this evening. Plus, it would probably take a lot of tries in order to achieve that goal. Johnny would have to be here for hours. Not that I'm sure he would mind.

I nodded as I kept eye contact with him - letting him know it was okay to do so. Johnny's lips connected against mine again as he kept going at the same pace that was pushing him to the edge. I slid my tongue against his as my nails dug into the flesh of his back. Johnny was panting as if he was a wolf in heat - enjoying the build up of his own pleasure. With one final thrust, he released himself fully into me. I felt his hot cum coat the inside of my walls as his movements became sloppier. Johnny moaned against my mouth before accidentally biting my lower lip but not enough to puncture it. He took a sharp inhale as his movements slowed down, riding out his orgasm, before slowly pulling out of me. I felt his cum slowly leak out of me and pool between my thighs and ass. Johnny rested his forehead against mine as his eyes remained closed. I closed my own as the pads of my fingers danced in little circles on the back of his neck. I slowly opened my eyes as he pulled away to examine my face. His white skin was a slight pink and red color due to how sweaty he was. Johnny wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm before gazing down at me once again.

"So... uhhh... hi?" Johnny chuckled out.

I giggled back, "Hey!"

"Did you enjoy it?" Johnny said with a slight smile.

"I enjoyed it a lot." I smiled back - resulting in Johnny's smile to only widen more. I cupped his face and gently kissed him before pulling away again. Johnny shifted to where he was laying next to me instead of hovering above me. He rested his temple on the palm of his hand as he gazed up at me.

"Sorry it wasn't the most romantic settin' with candles, a sunset, and big cozy bed."

I shrugged, "Better than some experiences I've heard about."

"Ain't that the truth." Johnny muttered before rolling his eyes, "Do you need anything? Water? Food that isn't spilled all over the floor?"

Johnny playfully gestured to the mess that I hoped he would clean up since he caused it. I chuckled as I examined the spilled food. All that sweating made me work up an appetite and thirst - but I wasn't ready for him to disappear for a while just yet. I can stomach it for a little while longer. Instead, my attention went back towards him where I slicked back the few strands of damp hair that had fallen in front of his face. Johnny leaned into my touch as his head turned back - his eyes locking onto my hazel pair.

"Speaking of which, you never answered me. Why did you do that?" I asked him. Johnny's gentle smile dimmed as his eyes averted away from me. He swallowed hard as a shrug rolled off his shoulders. Despite it, we both knew something caused it. Johnny let out a deep sigh as he turned and looked back into my eyes.

"My mama - she made me pissed off." Johnny began to explain, "Tellin' me that I ain't got my head in the game 'n shit. Told me that I wasn't rememberin' the overall plan and I grew a soft spot for you. It grew into a bigger problem with other things and... yeah. I let her get in my head and tried to be cold towards ya. Not because I wanted to but I felt like I needed to. I don't want you or I to get hurt in the process of all of this. My mama... she can be... uhh... intense."

Johnny's explanation somehow warmed and tore my heart at the same time. It warmed it due to how much he cares about me as he tried to protect me - in his own way - from both of us getting hurt. Or maybe even the family hurting me. But it also tore it apart due to how it became a bigger fight and I was what caused it. I didn't want to cause trouble - even before I ended up here. I tried to stay in my own lane and stick to my own circle of friends and family. Of course, that backfired the day I decided to trespass onto their property. I guess I was asking for trouble by then. In a sense, this was all my fault. I could've seen the sign and turned around. Or the teeth I saw on the tire, I shouldn't have assumed it was animals when my gut was telling me it was something more sinister. But I kept going and ended up here instead.

"How intense is your mother?" I asked.

Johnny shifted uncomfortably before turning his head away from me. I could tell he was not expecting that follow-up question. Johnny let out a deep sigh as he contemplated something in silence. Was he having a hard time mustering up the courage to tell me? Maybe having a hard time trusting me? I can understand that maybe it's an uncomfortable topic but it can't be that bad.

"When I was very little, my mama did something I'd never forgive her for." Johnny began as his eyes went to my arm. He began to rub the skin with his thumb as he tried to push through with his story. Johnny continued; "I did have a loving mother. Did. Her name was Judith and I never got the chance to properly know her. Nancy - the mama you met - killed her just so she can have me. She couldn't have kids of her own so she ripped apart mine to satisfy her own cruel desires. I didn't even know until I was much older. I thought ma-... Nancy... I thought Nancy gave birth to me. But no, my entire life had been a lie until that point. I tried to confront her with the truth and..."

Johnny trailed off as he removed his thumb off my arm. Without looking me in the eye, he gestured to the large scar scattered across the left side of his face. Oh, maybe it was bad. My tanned hand reached out and gently cupped his face. Johnny froze up as my thumb gently brushed against the scar that still haunted him till this day. My thumb softly caressed the area right underneath his bottom eyelid before the two branches that stemmed from the cut. Johnny's shoulders relaxed as he noticed how gentle I was being with him. How could a mother do that to her own son?! Well... if you even want to call Johnny her son. The poor man had his mother killed and forced to live in this fucked up family. They supposedly hid the truth about his former life until whenever he found out. Then Nancy caused that scar against his beautiful face as a result?! No matter what, a mother shouldn't do any of that. A mother is supposed to be loving, kind, and supportive. Nancy seemed to be the complete opposite of all of that. He must've been angry - no livid - at her. Possibly even terrified! I know I would've been if I was in his shoes. It's okay to be adopted - but not okay to find out later in life that you are and the sickening way it happened.

"What about the rest of your scars? Did she cause those too?" I asked before both of our gazes went down to his exposed chest and arms. Johnny's demeanor changed as he suddenly perked up. He shook his head before flexing one of his bicep's - showing off another scar that littered his body.

"Oh these bad boys?!" Johnny's cocky smile widened, "No - they're not from her. They're all unique!"

"How so?" I decided to ask further. Johnny raised before sitting in front of me. The blanket draped around his waist as his back met the wall beside us. He looked like an excited child who was happy to participate in show and tell. I never knew anyone who would be happy to have their body covered in scars. But, I guess there's a first time for everything. No pun intended for Johnny and I's earlier activities. Sure he hated the scar on his face but I assume whatever stories he had would make up for them.

"So this one I got during a bar fight. Some jackass thought I was hitting on his girl when in reality I just wanted to get wasted and asked her what drink she preferred." Johnny pointed to one scar that was on his bicep that he showed off. He turned his attention to the one on his right pectoral muscle before continuing; "This one? I got it from a random girl. Dumb bitch thought she could get away from me! Well... they never escape. She ended up cutting me before I choked her out. OH! This one right here, on my other arm? I got that shit from another victim - a guy this time. He tried to use one of Bubba's meat hooks on me but my uncle Hands and I teamed up on his dumbass. Fuckin' pussy was begging for mercy. OH SHIT! This one is my favorite! It was from Louisville where..."

Johnny continued to ramble on about how each scar had its own story. Despite the meaning behind a majority of the scars, it was nice to see him so open and willing to share details about his life. It gave me a better perspective of what he's been through. I sat quietly as I patiently listened to him. Some stories were disturbing - as I'm not used to the life of cruelty like him. While others were fascinating or even silly - such as the time he got stuck in a trap Nubbins made and got the few scars on his feet. We both chuckled as we began to pick on the scrawny man once again - bringing the same comfort and joy like the first time we made fun of him. Johnny raised the back of his hand to his mouth as he continued to laugh as I held my stomach - trying to control my series of giggles.

"Anyways, I should wash your clothes and fetch you something to eat. I'm still sorry about the mess - I'll clean it up - and I'm also sorry about how I treated you at first." Johnny rested his hand on my knee that was still covered by the blanket.

I reached out and rested my hand on top of his, "It's okay. Just please don't do it again."

Johnny looked me in the eyes, "I won't."

"Promise?"

"I promise, sunshine." Johnny smiled softly before turning his hand around and holding my own. His fingers laced between mine - interlocking our fingers - as his thumb gently rubbed up against mine. I felt myself melt slightly at the simple gesture before smiling back at him. Johnny held my hand for a few more seconds before raising to his feet. He slid his boxers back on before his jeans - jumping slightly to fit his muscular legs into the tight fabric. I watched him in silence as I brought my knees up to my chest before resting my head against my arms. Johnny slid the black shirt back on before his belt, socks, and shoes. With his bare hand, he slid his fingers through his damp hair before looking back at me. Johnny leaned over and placed a gentle and quick kiss to my lips. He winked at me before gathering my shirt, jeans, socks, bra, and underwear that I arrived in. I don't think he'll be able to get some of the blood stains out - thanks to Bubba's giant gas powered saw - but it's still the thought that counts. Johnny walked over to the door, hand on the metal knob, before looking back at me once more.

"Are you gonna keep staring at me like some type of doofus?" I quoted him from earlier - causing a slight smirk to spread across my lips. Johnny scoffed with an eye roll - a slight smile forming on his own flushed face still. He licked his bottom lip as the door creaked open and his eyes locked into mine.

"I love you." Johnny simply stated before walking out of the wooden creaky door - shutting and locking behind him.