138 Their Reality (1/2)

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.