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Trigger Warning: This story contains some sexual and emotional . This is nota healthy representation of a relationship, nor should it be something to strive for in your own life. This is a work of fiction, and the actions taken in this story are taboo for a reason. Be good to each other.

School let out for the summer, leaving Kendall and Jackson with almost two months without work. They were being paid for those remaining two months but Jackson, being the kind and supportive fiance he was, took another job on the side to pick up hours. They were planning to move after the summer, and they needed all the money they could save. During this time, the girls stayed at their daycare, leaving Kendall alone during the day.

Some days, Kendall found herself bored. Other days, she was grateful. Kendall had been working since she was twelve. Her mother, a single alcoholic more inclined to drink herself into a stupor than to support the family in any meaningful way, put all the pressure of adulthood on her teenage daughter. Sometimes, Kendall thinks that’s how she found herself as a teenage mother. With two children before nineteen, Kendall was afraid she would be alone for the rest of her life, or worse yet, trapped with the one of the men who put her in that situation.

Kendall was the mother of two daughters by two different men. Penelope, her oldest by a single year, was born from unprotected sex had with her then boyfriend. High school sweethearts, they tried to make it work, but he cheated on her repeatedly without her knowing, and when she found out she just couldn’t forgive him. Falling into --or letting the problem surface and become known--he disappeared from her life, hardly seeing his daughter before refusing to pay child support.

Still, he was better than the father of her second daughter. Kendall’s second daughter, Addison, was made in a moment of weakness with a man named James. James was tall and heavy, a large man with a large presence and a sinister streak. Cruel by nature, James accosted Kendall until she gave in, using his age and size against her to coerce her into a date. Kendall had found herself disappointed by their first sexual encounter, which was brief, rough, and shallow, and later she had found herself pregnant.

The problem with James was that he was empty. Looking into his cold eyes, Kendall could see little more than hate inside of him. Looking back, James didn’t know what love was or how to express love. He was broken, perhaps more than Kendall, and together they didn’t have the strength to heal each other. Kendall tried hard to make it better, but their time together only made them both worse. Kendall’s pregnancy protected her for a time, but after Addison was born, there was nothing to protect her. Their relationship devolved into domestic that was both physical and mental and, after two years together, Kendall was convinced that the only way she could escape was for one of them to die.

That is when she met Jackson, and she loved him from the moment she saw him. Jackson was not classically handsome. He had good shoulders and dark eyes, but he wasn’t tall like James, nor was he as heavy set. Still, he was heavier, and he was warm, and most of all he was safe, and that was all that Kendall could ask for. First, she and Jackson worked together. Then, he helped her move out on her own and they started dating. Then, he let her move in with him when her apartment went sideways. Shortly after, they were engaged and looking forward to a long and happy life together. They are moving fast, but they are in love.

That is how Kendall felt when she dropped Jackson off this morning, kissing him goodbye and professing her love. Then, she dropped the girls off at their daycare and returned home. She is just inside when a knock summons her back to the door. It is a heavy knock and followed by an equally heavy use of the doorbell, and Kendall is already fuming when she opens the door and finds James waiting outside.

It has been months since she expelled James from her life, but he hasn’t changed much at all. He remains tall and brutish, though he keeps his beard neatly trimmed. His cold, hollow eyes stare a hole through her as he towers over her, his fat body filling the doorframe. If anything, he has gained weight, his belly filling his too-tight muscle shirt to the point where it fits him like a second skin. Looking at him, she feels a mixed sense of arousal and revulsion.

“James? What the hell are you doing here? How did you find me?”

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