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Carl thought for a while before trying to answer her question as he wasn't really sure what to tell her.
"You're my family. I don't really recognize my biological family but if you really want to know, you've met both my stepmother and brother.
You know my real name too and the fact that my mom passed away when I was just a child. And how I was kicked out."
Carl spoke nonchalantly. However Kim recalled Judith his stepmother. She was sure that she did not let him live in peace.
From the way Judith hit him the last time she came around to his uncaring attitude, she could tell he was used to it.
"I'm talking about your story, Carl… how did you live with them? Did they treat you well?"
Her questions froze him to the spot.
'Treat him well?' he pondered. Then he recalled all the times he was disciplined for his sake.
"Every family isn't as perfect as they appear." He lightly commented.
Kim noticed his distant eyes. She knew something must have happened to him too.
"Yeah, but some try their best to be together… I observed." She blurted.
She had previously found a quote online, it argued that what we consider our personality is a composite of habits and behavioral patterns developed to cope with trauma.
Even though she appeared sweet on the outside, she knew the way she coped was to fantasize about s-exual abuse. In her own twisted world, it made her feel wanted.
She wondered what his coping mechanism for his trauma was. On the outside he appeared indifferent and taciturn but she knew better. People were usually affected in the most discreet way that they can't help but accept is part of them.
Even if she wanted to stop herself, she could only distract her thoughts for as long as she was busy.
When she wasn't, she wished he would pull her by her hair. Yank her panties down and take her from behind, while she begged for mercy and he acted like a beast, destroying everything in his path.
S-exual abuse elevated her stress, secretly she watched those hardcore BDSM videos. Where the girls were repeatedly humiliated. She even read stories about them and she couldn't stop herself.
May be because he was the only man available, she wanted him to do those things to her, punish her for sins.
Or maybe she really liked him, she couldn't tell which it was.
That was the reason why she had asked him what love was. The line between love and lust was blurred by her perverted thoughts. She didn't know which was which.
"So will you tell me?" She asked as he placed a plate in front of her.
Carl averted his eyes as he spoke, "Nothing really, I was hit a few times."
He continued to downplay his physical abuse. Even though he was beaten up for the slightest mistake, some he really did not know why. It had become a part of him so he considered it normal. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting.
Kim frowned, then she asked, "How much do you consider a few times?"
"I can't remember," he lied.
Almost every month he was made to lie on the floor then trashed for one reason or the other.
It became so much he did not really care for the reason anymore.
"Since you don't want to talk about it, then I'll not push for answers but you should know that you're not a good liar." Kim reprimanded him but her voice held no venom neither did her eyes pity.
He wryly smiled. Without a word he sat down to eat.
It wasn't easy talking about abuse, he gathered.
In truth, he was never happier that he was kicked out, at least no one had made him lie on the cold floor to repeatedly hit his back. He did not need to act cautiously too.
To him, it was a win-win situation. He got to get out of their grasp. After all, they did not like him.
Suddenly, he felt a warm hand resting upon his. In turn, he looked up to see her comforting eyes.
She gave him the sweetest smile she could muster up. Without even trying, her sincerity reached him like a ray of morning sun after a long night.
…
The next morning, Carl drove Kim to school before heading to the office.
Surprisingly, Chamberlain wasn't in. He rejoiced. His days couldn't get any better he thought.
If only he knew the couple would fight with him between them. Not that he cared or wanted to be there, they pulled him into their silly fights.
That morning, Chamberlain had gone to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get his certificate with Lena.
Legally, they were husband and wife even if they were yet to carry out the ceremony.
When he checked the news, he was greeted by the headline, "Chamberlain Stan Ties Knot with Childhood Sweetheart" along with pictures of them walking out of the bureau hand in hand.
Carl was sure Chamberlain wanted to run away with the look on his face, somehow seeing Chamberlain uncomfortable brought him joy.
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Carl thought for a while before trying to answer her question as he wasn't really sure what to tell her.
"You're my family. I don't really recognize my biological family but if you really want to know, you've met both my stepmother and brother.
You know my real name too and the fact that my mom passed away when I was just a child. And how I was kicked out."
Carl spoke nonchalantly. However Kim recalled Judith his stepmother. She was sure that she did not let him live in peace.
From the way Judith hit him the last time she came around to his uncaring attitude, she could tell he was used to it.
"I'm talking about your story, Carl… how did you live with them? Did they treat you well?"
Her questions froze him to the spot.
'Treat him well?' he pondered. Then he recalled all the times he was disciplined for his sake.
"Every family isn't as perfect as they appear." He lightly commented.
Kim noticed his distant eyes. She knew something must have happened to him too.
"Yeah, but some try their best to be together… I observed." She blurted.
She had previously found a quote online, it argued that what we consider our personality is a composite of habits and behavioral patterns developed to cope with trauma.
Even though she appeared sweet on the outside, she knew the way she coped was to fantasize about s-exual abuse. In her own twisted world, it made her feel wanted.
She wondered what his coping mechanism for his trauma was. On the outside he appeared indifferent and taciturn but she knew better. People were usually affected in the most discreet way that they can't help but accept is part of them.
Even if she wanted to stop herself, she could only distract her thoughts for as long as she was busy.
When she wasn't, she wished he would pull her by her hair. Yank her panties down and take her from behind, while she begged for mercy and he acted like a beast, destroying everything in his path.
S-exual abuse elevated her stress, secretly she watched those hardcore BDSM videos. Where the girls were repeatedly humiliated. She even read stories about them and she couldn't stop herself.
May be because he was the only man available, she wanted him to do those things to her, punish her for sins.
Or maybe she really liked him, she couldn't tell which it was.
That was the reason why she had asked him what love was. The line between love and lust was blurred by her perverted thoughts. She didn't know which was which.
"So will you tell me?" She asked as he placed a plate in front of her.
Carl averted his eyes as he spoke, "Nothing really, I was hit a few times."
He continued to downplay his physical abuse. Even though he was beaten up for the slightest mistake, some he really did not know why. It had become a part of him so he considered it normal. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting.
Kim frowned, then she asked, "How much do you consider a few times?"
"I can't remember," he lied.
Almost every month he was made to lie on the floor then trashed for one reason or the other.
It became so much he did not really care for the reason anymore.
"Since you don't want to talk about it, then I'll not push for answers but you should know that you're not a good liar." Kim reprimanded him but her voice held no venom neither did her eyes pity.
He wryly smiled. Without a word he sat down to eat.
It wasn't easy talking about abuse, he gathered.
In truth, he was never happier that he was kicked out, at least no one had made him lie on the cold floor to repeatedly hit his back. He did not need to act cautiously too.
To him, it was a win-win situation. He got to get out of their grasp. After all, they did not like him.
Suddenly, he felt a warm hand resting upon his. In turn, he looked up to see her comforting eyes.
She gave him the sweetest smile she could muster up. Without even trying, her sincerity reached him like a ray of morning sun after a long night.
…
The next morning, Carl drove Kim to school before heading to the office.
Surprisingly, Chamberlain wasn't in. He rejoiced. His days couldn't get any better he thought.
If only he knew the couple would fight with him between them. Not that he cared or wanted to be there, they pulled him into their silly fights.
That morning, Chamberlain had gone to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get his certificate with Lena.
Legally, they were husband and wife even if they were yet to carry out the ceremony.
When he checked the news, he was greeted by the headline, "Chamberlain Stan Ties Knot with Childhood Sweetheart" along with pictures of them walking out of the bureau hand in hand.
Carl was sure Chamberlain wanted to run away with the look on his face, somehow seeing Chamberlain uncomfortable brought him joy.
Carl thought for a while before trying to answer her question as he wasn't really sure what to tell her. "You're my family. I don't really recognize my biological family but if you really want to know, you've met both my stepmother and brother. You know my real name too and the fact that my mom passed away when I was just a child. And how I was kicked out." Carl spoke nonchalantly. However Kim recalled Judith his stepmother. She was sure that she did not let him live in peace. From the way Judith hit him the last time she came around to his uncaring attitude, she could tell he was used to it. "I'm talking about your story, Carl how did you live with them? Did they treat you well?" Her questions froze him to the spot. 'Treat him well?' he pondered. Then he recalled all the times he was disciplined for his sake. "Every family isn't as perfect as they appear." He lightly commented. Kim noticed his distant eyes. She knew something must have happened to him too. "Yeah, but some try their best to be together I observed." She blurted. She had previously found a quote online, it argued that what we consider our personality is a composite of habits and behavioral patterns developed to cope with trauma. Even though she appeared sweet on the outside, she knew the way she coped was to fantasize about s-exual abuse. In her own twisted world, it made her feel wanted. She wondered what his coping mechanism for his trauma was. On the outside he appeared indifferent and taciturn but she knew better. People were usually affected in the most discreet way that they can't help but accept is part of them. Even if she wanted to stop herself, she could only distract her thoughts for as long as she was busy. When she wasn't, she wished he would pull her by her hair. Yank her panties down and take her from behind, while she begged for mercy and he acted like a beast, destroying everything in his path. S-exual abuse elevated her stress, secretly she watched those hardcore BDSM videos. Where the girls were repeatedly humiliated. She even read stories about them and she couldn't stop herself. May be because he was the only man available, she wanted him to do those things to her, punish her for sins. Or maybe she really liked him, she couldn't tell which it was. That was the reason why she had asked him what love was. The line between love and lust was blurred by her perverted thoughts. She didn't know which was which. "So will you tell me?" She asked as he placed a plate in front of her. Carl averted his eyes as he spoke, "Nothing really, I was hit a few times." He continued to downplay his physical abuse. Even though he was beaten up for the slightest mistake, some he really did not know why. It had become a part of him so he considered it normal. Find authorized novels in Webnovelfaster updates, better experiencePlease click www.webnovel.com for visiting. Kim frowned, then she asked, "How much do you consider a few times?" "I can't remember," he lied. Almost every month he was made to lie on the floor then trashed for one reason or the other. It became so much he did not really care for the reason anymore. "Since you don't want to talk about it, then I'll not push for answers but you should know that you're not a good liar." Kim reprimanded him but her voice held no venom neither did her eyes pity. He wryly smiled. Without a word he sat down to eat. It wasn't easy talking about abuse, he gathered. In truth, he was never happier that he was kicked out, at least no one had made him lie on the cold floor to repeatedly hit his back. He did not need to act cautiously too. To him, it was a win-win situation. He got to get out of their grasp. After all, they did not like him. Suddenly, he felt a warm hand resting upon his. In turn, he looked up to see her comforting eyes. She gave him the sweetest smile she could muster up. Without even trying, her sincerity reached him like a ray of morning sun after a long night. The next morning, Carl drove Kim to school before heading to the office. Surprisingly, Chamberlain wasn't in. He rejoiced. His days couldn't get any better he thought. If only he knew the couple would fight with him between them. Not that he cared or wanted to be there, they pulled him into their silly fights. That morning, Chamberlain had gone to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get his certificate with Lena. Legally, they were husband and wife even if they were yet to carry out the ceremony. When he checked the news, he was greeted by the headline, "Chamberlain Stan Ties Knot with Childhood Sweetheart" along with pictures of them walking out of the bureau hand in hand. Carl was sure Chamberlain wanted to run away with the look on his face, somehow seeing Chamberlain uncomfortable brought him joy.
