Months Earlier...

Paige had just gotten home from work when she heard the doorbell ring. Grumbling, she set her beer aside and hurried to the door, stopping in the hallway to glare down at her son’s closed bedroom door before descending the stairs to the front door. There, she opened the door just as James’ heavy fist had finished hammering it again. She was stunned when she saw him, rooted in place by both his sudden appearance and his sudden entrance into her home. Watching him climb the stairs, she felt powerless to do anything but follow him in silence.

Like Kendall, Paige hated James, though the origin of her hate was different. By the time she met James, Paige had long hated all men. Years of abuses and disappointments had turned her on humanity. Homeless at sixteen and knocked up by nineteen, she raised Kendall alone until she met Oliver's father, whom she stayed with until she found out about his child pornography ring. Following that revelation, she moved states and found her way here, where she married again and had a third child who now lived with his father.

What had started as simple misandry had, with years of **** and cold, bitter resentment, turned to full misanthropy. She hated the world and all of the pains it gave her, big and small. **** was her medicine. It didn’t reduce the pain, but it made her numb to it. When she saw James, that old hate burned inside of her, but it was muted, made less pronounced by a sudden and powerful yearning. Watching him scope the living room and settle on her couch, that yearning turned to a subtle spark of arousal.

The couch sagged under James’ weight. A big man, he looked sallow and sad. Though Paige didn’t know the details, she did know of Kendall’s recent decision to leave James and her following disappearance. It was one of the few times Paige had felt pride in her daughter, whom she always thought of as a failure for being knocked up so early and so often. That pride, however, was never communicated to her daughter. Paige instead told Kendall how she was hurting the girls, and she made sure that Kendall knew every bad end she might run into in running away from the abuses of the world.

The world, Paige thought, always found a way to kick someone in the teeth. Kendall thought that, too, but she was too young to live by it yet. Paige knew that time would fix that.

Staring at James, Paige tried to decipher the ache in her loins. James was not hideous, though he was not attractive in the conventional sense, either. He was a big man, fat, and he carried himself in a lumbering manner. He seemed to have gained weight since the last time she saw him, but the weight only served to give him gravity and presence, a presence made more acute by his towering height and broad shoulders.

Despite his size, Paige had never considered James to be strong, though her opinion of him was evolving as she stared at him. Fixed under his cold, blue stare, her loins were suddenly set ablaze. She stared back at him, brow knotted, assuming her slouched misanthropy. Arms across her ample bosom, she tried to fix him with a hateful gaze but found it impossible to properly materialize. Today, at least, James was too intimidating to intimidate. Speaking softly, she hazarded, “James? What are you doing here?” She tried to speak with her usual venom but found her words empty.

James held her gaze, his grin cock-sure and empty. He seemed tired. His smile was crooked. “Get me a beer.”

Paige’s only response was to lift her eyebrows, and then her body moved on its own. She was in the kitchen before she realized what was happening, and she went to give him her own beer but thought it better to get him a fresh one. Pulling one unopened bottle from the fridge, she returned to him

James regarded the bottle silently, his smile still curling his lips. “The fuck you doing? Open it for me.”

“Oh, sorry.” Paige popped the lid off and handed him the beer. James looked, and sounded, more tired than angry, but he watched her every movement. Bending over to pick up the lid she dropped on the floor, Paige is stopped by James’ big hand fixed around her neck. He held her close to him while drawing from his beer, and he stared into her eyes as she stared back at him.

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