RP: SPLIT : ONLY HUMAN [ Horror_Show & randomname98766789 ]

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Dennis swallowed thickly and allowed his hand to remain resting in hers. The door. He forgot to close the damn thing in such a hurry. Though his intuition told him to close the door and lock all the locks, another emotion took over. That was an emotion he did not understand very well but Jennifer was close to changing everything.

“Jennifer. I know you’re not going to run. Why don’t you get yourself cleaned up and get dressed? I-I will show you around. Outside your room. We can’t go much further but I can show you that much. I trust you. I’m not scared that you will run.”

Trust was huge. Trust was something that they both needed to learn. So far, Dennis learned that he did not trust Jennifer because of all the locks and the incessant need to keep her under his watch. His biggest fear was this magical place to collapse because he let Jennifer out. However, he also knew she would never stop asking to see outside her room and there was no kind of existence that should be, to be kept in a locked room all the time. Besides, she just had an anxiety attack and he did not control himself or help control her breathing. It might make her feel better about the situation if he showed her around.

Dennis pulled the covers loose and allowed Jennifer to clean herself from using a clean towel to being escorted to the bathroom. Dennis found all of his clothing and wiped himself, too. The mood for now was probably drained but they could always try again later. Dennis realized he jumped too far ahead with her and he saw that now. When they were both ready, Dennis did something that even surprised himself. Reaching down, he took the blonde’s hand and squeezed it firmly. Physical contact usually abhorred Dennis. All those damn germs, it was not sanitary! However, he was breaking out of his comfort zone and more importantly, facing his OCD with force and dealing with it better than ever because of Jennifer.

He took a deep breath and stepped out forward first into the hallway before unlocking the second door that was in between her room and the rest of the house. “Here we are. Maybe we can have a real, properly cooked meal at the dinner table when you get hungry again.” He whispered, figuring Patricia might have to be called for the meal preparation.

 

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Her mind had been mind-fucked when he spoke saying he trusted she wasn’t going to run. He offered for her to get dressed so he could finally show her where she now lived. That there was more than this perfect room. He rose, her eyes never left his until he pulled the sheets loose from around her body, helping her off the bed. He handed her a towel to half clean herself before guiding her to the bathroom. He gave her some privacy as he cleaned himself off and found his clothes. Jennifer was a little slow, her mind racing and foggy at the fact he had offered to let her leave her room and had tried to make love to her.

She wondered if this was some erotic fantasy her own mind had created while living her perfect little bubble life at home, if this indeed wasn’t real. She grabbed a clean rag, and some fancy floral heart shaped soap that smelled of roses and washed off, using another towel to dry. She then sat down to relieve herself and awkwardly felt how wet she still was. Luckily enough there were baby wipes among other hygiene products stores in a cabinet. She used them to clean herself off and sat on the toilet mind boggled about the thick gel like fluid that seemed to never end. She threw all the sued wipes in the trash and was going to walk out nude to her closet but Dennis was already dressed and had a neatly folded pile of clothes for her. She gulped, flushed in the face and took them, nodding in thanks.

She clumsily got dressed in clean clothing and left the bathroom. She awkwardly stood watching him, his face was back to normal, contorted, like he was in pain or observing something. She looked down and felt him intertwine his fingers with his good hand, squeezing hers. She gulped again and squeezed back, leaning into his side. They didn’t need to talk, she already understood, he cared for her. He hadn’t said the word love, but he cared, they all did, she just didn’t know that yet. He pulled away gently and walked out, unlocking the second bolted door.

“Here we are. Maybe we can have a real, properly cooked meal at the dinner table when you get hungry again.”

Jennifer took a deep silent breath, holding it oddly. He had stepped out into the hallway looking at her, she seemed almost comically overwhelmed. She poked her head out, looking at the dull dimly lit halls. Everything was white but rugs had been thrown down, a random table with a lamp on it and your typical rustic signs, something Patricia or Barry would have picked out. One said, Family is where a home starts. She stepped out and had her hands on the wall as if she was blind and needed to touch to navigate. She followed Dennis down a short way to an opening to what was this little cute rustic vintage kitchen. She seemed captivated by everything, and stood in the small kitchen.

“Your welcome to anything in here…. just ask. The others always keep it stocked, there is a pantry, anything you need or want just write it down. I think we can safely here soon let you freely roam within guidelines. You can’t leave these quarters; they were built to keep you safe.” Dennis said, eyeing her, she nodded obediently.

 

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Each personality was distinctly different. Everyone had certain skills or quirks unique to them. Some personalities had common traits. Cooking was something Dennis faltered with. Other personalities possessed some cooking skills while others did not. Patricia was easily the best cook. Sure, she had fixed Jennifer plenty food already but this was different. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner were not just times when people ate in Patricia’s mind. That was a time to spend with family, friends, and loved ones. It was a time to grow closer together and enjoy the presence of another person. Jennifer had been void of that since she arrived.

Patricia had long been pulling for a chance to do this. She wanted Jennifer out in the open to share a meal with her. That one-on-one contact was imperative. Although Dennis enjoyed the light, it was time for someone else to take over. He politely excused himself and gave Jennifer instructions to choose whatever food she might want from the stocked pantries. One’s thing for sure and that was that the food was always stocked here. Jen could eat whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. If a new food developed that she wanted to try, Patricia would ensure that happened.

Dennis exited the kitchen and dining room area before returning to his bedroom. From there, Patricia was brought into the light and a change of clothing was warranted. A red top, a black skirt, and black heels were pulled on. It was now Patricia. In record time, Patricia returned to the dining area where Jennifer was sitting at the table now. If she had a certain request for food, then Patricia would jump onto the objective and prepare the meal just like she wanted. If there was no request, she decided on a grilled cheese sandwich with some vegetable soup and baked dinner rolls.

It might not be a six-course gourmet meal but it was fulfilling and substantive for the time being. Pots and pans were brought out and the food was being cooked. Patricia made small talk with Jennifer, giving her a few random facts about different animals she enjoyed talking about. Her accent was heavy and her posture remained straight the entire time. She did upset herself by not perfecting the cut through the sandwich. It angered Patricia and she slammed the handle of the knife against the counter until she started over and made it correctly.

Patricia was a perfectionist. She and everyone wanted the best for her. Kevin said that. “I’m sorry that I had to make some things again. Kevin wants everything perfect for you. I want everything perfect for you. It might take a few tries but it will be perfect.” Patricia muttered, setting the plate down in front of her. “What can I get you to drink, dear? What are you in the mood for” Promptly, she found a glass and filled it with whatever liquid she desired. Her own food was finishing and she took a seat at the table across from the blonde.

“This is how dinner should be. Contact with another person. Openness. I’m sorry it took so long. Kevin just wanted us to make sure there was a smooth transition but now he says we can all trust you to have more freedom. He really cares about you so much.”

 

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Jennifer was left alone and she just sat there looking around the kitchen silently. She had never seen quite a cute little kitchen, something out of pin-interest. What she did note is she hadn’t seen one window anywhere. That made her secretly wonder where this place was but she was almost positive in time she would find out. She was completely safe, wasn’t she? The man with different alters who was her father had taken so many measures, he even had her medication, had prepped the perfect room and spent so much money to do all of this? He hadn’t even touched her, she had foolishly initiated sex with the man who was her own father even though it was a different altar. She felt attached to Dennis for some reason despite all his flaws. The young blonde didn’t have much time to dwell before she heard footsteps, thick footsteps. Then to her surprise, Kevin returned, but he was different, so so different. He was dressed in women clothing, particularly a long black skirt, red turtleneck with a necklace and Shaw, the biggest detail was his high heels.

Her eyes did a double take, she looked so confused. She watched her give her this amusing grin and she walked with her head high over to start preparing a meal. There was this long silence, besides the noises of her making dinner. Jennifer just kind of watched her with curiosity. She had never been told all of Kevin’s twenty-three different personalities. She never had a proper chance to find out anything because her adoptive parents decided it was best to keep him hidden, all that did in the end was push him to do something severe to get her back. Even now, in her own mind, she felt regret, anger toward her own adoptive parents despite all they had done to give her a perfect sheltered safe life. She was startled as Patricia slammed down a knife upset with herself, shaking her head.

“I’m sorry that I had to make some things again. Kevin wants everything perfect for you. I want everything perfect for you. It might take a few tries but it will be perfect.”


She had set down a plate of deliciously cooked grill cheese sandwiches, with a few different kinds of cheese, perfectly melted and toasted right. She poured Jennifer a glass of milk, she took a huge drink, it was fresh, it tasted thick like it was organic and whole. She started eating the grilled cheese without question and that seemed to make Patricia pleased. She sat down a perfect bowl of creamy tomato soup. “Can I have….pop please?” She asked after finishing one half of her sandwhich and taking another gulp of her milk. Patrica grinned, seeming amused but saddened she seemed a little on edge, but this was their first meeting.

“Of course….your welcome to have anything you want. Go get it,” she motioned toward the fridge. Jennifer looked at her and slowly pushed from the small table and walked over opening the fridge, it was stocked with everything. The fridge was very large. It was organized better than her fridge back at home. She stood there looking at everything but then grabbed a bottle coke cola from the side door and shut it. She sat back down and Patricia grabbed it opening it from her before she could even think to do it.


Jennifer took a sip from the bottle, letting the crisp cola tingle down her throat from carbonation.

“This is how dinner should be. Contact with another person. Openness. I’m sorry it took so long. Kevin just wanted us to make sure there was a smooth transition but now he says we can all trust you to have more freedom. He really cares about you so much.”


“When will I see Kevin? Does he…. appear often?” Patricia’s back was facing her and she sighed.

“He normally lets us take care of everything…he has been sleeping but is slowly waking up. He can only be present when everything is stable, when everything is perfect….but believe me darling when I say he is in all of us and loves you very much.” Jennifer had never heard anyone talk to her about Kevin, about the man who was her actual father. The core of all these ideneties, the man that had raped their mother to conceive her?

“I’m also so sorry about Dennis….he isn’t exactly well, that’s very kind of you to be so willing to love all of us in every way but you do not need to do anything you do not want to do, mhhmmmmm mnnnn,” she said shaking her head looking at her, “If you want to continue….well, you need to start birth control. We have it here…we was prepared for everything, not because we wanted you to do anything of that nature but because sometimes its used for other medical reasons….do you want to take it?” She asked.

Jennifer was taking spoonful of her soup slurping it when Patricia when into explicit detail about what had happened. She hadn’t exactly been thinking of that and shrugged, she nodded. She had been on birth control back at home, but to start her periods because of all her health issues. She had been off it a few days, but it still wasn’t likely she would get pregnant, not now. Patricia returned with a birth control packet, already with the sticker labeled to start today which was Tuesday, she had been here since last Friday four days. She popped it out and gulped it down with coke.

“Good girl….you want more food?” Patricia asked taking her dirty dishes and she shook her head.

 

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While cleaning the dishes, Patricia continued to make conversation.

“We are sorry that you reacted poorly with Dennis. Understand that you did nothing wrong. Dennis recognizes his fault for not taking better care of you. Everyone understands how quickly your breathing can worsen. He was careless and he feels regret for doing that to you. Though he did calm you down. I’ve never seen Dennis interact so much with a person before. He is almost like a different man when he’s around you. I think that’s a good thing. We all love you, Jennifer. You have brought the best out of everyone so far. I enjoyed making meals for you. I will continue making food for you, making them perfect.”

Patricia paused and turned to smile at Jennifer. They all understood Kevin’s love for his daughter now. She had truly brought out the best in each of them. Dennis was containing himself so well with Jennifer. His OCD was controlled and he became intimate with someone without using force or feeling too awkward. He made a mistake with Jennifer but that was only his first time with a woman that has her needs. Nothing can prepare a man for something like that. Instead of punishing Dennis, they would help him, they would have to teach him how to calm her down if things got too heated again. They could not risk anything medically critical happening to Jennifer because of her anxiety attack. Thankfully, everyone had access and knowledge of her medicine and knew what to give her and what to do in the event of an attack. Sometimes, it might not be that simple but it was explained in detail already. The worst fear anybody had was Jennifer suffering an attack while she was alone. They could not risk leaving the medicine in her room on her own now. Sure, they trusted her, but they knew stories of other families that loved each other and someone still took their own life or overdosed or did something harmful to themselves. Call it paranoia, but they did not want to even give the chance for that to happen. That opportunity was squashed and locked away forever. That’s why they had to make sure she stayed busy and calm while Kevin was gone to work. She was locked in her room and the medicine was outside. There were so many variables.

The dishes were cleaned and neatly packed away into the cabinets. The table was wiped twice and any excess crumbs was swept up until the kitchen and dining area became spotless. Pleased with the result, Patricia looked at Jennifer with a soft smile.

“I hope you enjoyed being able to leave your room. As time passes, you can explore further. For now, we will have to escort you back into your room. Don’t worry, though, you won’t stay alone for long. Someone has been dying to see you again and we are allowing it.”

With a smile, Patricia beckoned for Jennifer to follow back down the corridor before helping her inside the room. This time, she only locked back one latch on the door. She wanted to leave it open but she also realized that changing someone into the light took a couple minutes and in those minutes, Jennifer could have fled the entire place if she wanted. Again, they trusted her but it had only been a few days. They could not jump too far ahead. That was disastrous. Who was this person back in the light? It was none other than Hedwig.

Getting dressed in some jeans, boots, and a blue t-shirt, the kid walked from his room with a piece of paper in his hand. He reached the door and unlocked the locked before stepping in and smiling shyly and Jennifer.

“Hi…” He whispered lowly, a kiddish grin on his face.

“I got something for you…” He said in a sing-song voice, that playful grin growing. He approached her and handed her a folded piece of paper. It was a picture he drew, much like kids do with drawing pictures for someone they liked. It was supposed to be a picture of her but it was nothing good at all. It was mainly scribbles but it was still determinable what it was.

“I spent a long time on it. I hope you like it. Some of the others have been trying to teach me how to draw. I wanted you to have this.”

 

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Jennifer followed Patricia back to her room, she wasn’t sad. There were these unsettling feelings eating at her nerves, that she still was a victim of kidnap but she kept purposely pushing it away. She had been taken care of and she got to leave her room today and they made it sound like more privileges would come, would she say daylight again? She stood in her room and Patricia left with a satisfied smile, Jennifer could hear just the one latch being fastened behind the door. Jennifer stood there and then went back over to her bed, everything was neatly tidied up, her bed made looking ready for bed. Jennifer was sitting on the bed, looking slightly down when she heard the door, she looked up, seeming somewhat curious, but tired.

She was almost hopeful it would be Dennis. It was Hedwig, she hadn’t seen him in a day or so and his shy smile made her laugh out, her eyes watering from emotion. He walked over, shyly handing her a folded piece of paper. She took it and unfolded it and saw it was a child like drawing, it was very colorful, she saw hearts above the stick persons’ head, she also saw marks resembling grass, a sun and animals maybe in the background.

She sniffled and laughed out, she randomly sprung up hugging him, he was so tall, even as any alter. It caught Hedwig off guard, he felt something was wrong but he didn’t know what.

“Are you staying with me?” She asked in the most pitiful desperate tone. She heard Hedwig snort, looking down at her, he didn’t look disgusted she was hugging him but he did that confused slightly weirded out kid face, “duh…yeah,” he said, he saw her face and it alarmed him. He almost wondered if he should leave to go tell Mr. Dennis or Patricia, but she was gripping onto him. She let go, using her hand to rub her eyes laughing out.

“I’m sorry….I’m just, I’m stupid….sorry,” she rubbed her hands on her shirt, “I love the drawing….” She looked down at it still in her hand.

“What does the hearts mean?” She asked bluntly, looking at the picture, trying not to let more tears escape, her eyes still had so much healing to do, she looked rough. You could tell this was still emotionally traumatizing at times.

 

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“The hearts? They are a symbol of love, silly!” Hedwig giggled and playfully hugged her again. Their previous hug made him feel more loved and cared for than ever before. The poor child just wanted one more. When he pulled back, he remembered that Mrs. Patricia told him to elaborate about the picture.

“I drew this but it was Kevin’s idea. He has a hard time showing his emotions. Mrs. Patricia said he wanted me to draw it so he could say that he loved you because he didn’t know how else to say it… et cetera.”

Hedwig knew giving her the picture was a good thing but she still looked sad. He was too young to understand the ambiguity of emotion.

“Are you sure that you like it?” He pouted cutely. “It looks like you’re crying. People don’t cry when they are happy, do they?” Hedwig asked, still so confused. He propped himself up beside of Jennifer and saw that she was crying. To him, crying meant sad. If Jennifer was sad, that was not good. Mr. Dennis told him to always keep Jennifer happy, that was their jobs. He wrapped one arm around her neck and the other reached down to stroke through her hair. Her warm body against his own felt nice but Hedwig was not cracking a smile again until he knew that Jennifer was happy.

“I want you to be happy. We all do. I heard you had a rough day but they won’t tell me what happened. They said it was grown-up things. They said I couldn’t really help right now but I want to. I like to draw when I’m sad. Do you want me to get you my pencils and pens so you can draw, too?” He asked in a hopeful voice, thinking maybe this would help her as well.

 

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“The hearts? They are a symbol of love, silly!”

Jennifer smiled at the sight of him giggling, it was something else to see. This grown man who was an adult acting so carefree and childish. She looked at the picture as the tears started to trail down her cheeks, she nodded. Hedwig continued talking, looking at the picture with her, as if taking it very importantly he had to explain what it meant.

“Are you sure that you like it?”

Jennifer kept nodding repetitively, sniffling. There were feelings she didn’t even comprehend. Here was her biological father expressing to her through his alters that he truly cared for her and she had never even met him. How she had been kept from him all her life, how he had suffered because of the horrible things their mother did to him. She had no idea but could only imagine. How she had went through so much in the past few days but was loving him back, but possibly more than you should and it was already a fucked situation because she was conceived by incest.

He propped himself up on the bed besides, wrapping an arm around her, she leaned into his shoulder weakly sobbing lightly. She nodded to his question, she didn’t know what else to say to Hedwig to make him understand. She was falling apart, but for all the right reasons.

“I want you to be happy. We all do. I heard you had a rough day but they won’t tell me what happened. They said it was grown-up things. They said I couldn’t really help right now but I want to. I like to draw when I’m sad. Do you want me to get you my pencils and pens so you can draw, too?


She made a face, wiping her nose, like a half sarcastic grin, and rubbed her eyes, sobbing out more shaking her head. She looked up at Hedwig, trying not to cry harder. Then she got the sudden urge to just go with whatever was racing in her fragile emotional mind. She was a pitiful hot mess.

“Can I come with you….can I see your room? Don’t go…I’ll be good….I promise, just show me your room….” She pleaded, her red cheeks so brightly red, her eyes glossed, looking horrible from how much she had cried. Hedwig looked horrified, not directly at her but what was happening. He would feel her hug him the best she could from how they were side by side on the edge of the bed, her clutching onto him.

“I….I don’t know if that is ok, Miss M-Miss Patricia…or Mr. Dennis might” His lisp was starting to be more noticeable as his own mouth formed more saliva from his nerves. “We’re get in trouble….they want you safe.” He felt her grip get stronger, almost to the point of pulling him closer to her level as she was loosing it.

 

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When Kevin’s alter into the light was Hedwig, then he gained the same strength as a child. So, when Jennifer started hugging him tightly and not letting him go, it was impossible for Hedwig to move. As small as Jennifer was, she definitely had more muscle than a child. It became impossible for Hedwig to get away and he was starting to panic now. She was trying to get him in trouble, wasn’t she? She was going to make Mr. Dennis and Mr. Patricia mad! They told him that he had to be careful with what he did with Jennifer. They realized a child would be the most vulnerable.

“N-No. Jennifer. Y-You’re hurting me! Owe!” Hedwig half yelled and kept wiggling away but Jennifer was holding him together. “I-I’m gonna scream for them Jennifer. I can’t do it. I’m sorry. They already hate me enough. They said if I did good, they wouldn’t pick on me anymore. They said I could be loved. They said you might trick me and get out of your room. They said it was a big step letting you out earlier but I couldn’t. Only Mr. Dennis or Ms. Patricia can let you out… et cetera.”

By this point, Hedwig was almost in tears from panic and pain. Jennifer was hurting him and it was hurting his heart. He looked behind of her and saw the drawing. Since he was already mad, Hedwig grabbed the paper and tried to rip it up. That was his way of getting back at the girl, somewhat making up for the love that was given to her. These actions might become something that Hedwig regretted later but he was not thinking. When he could finally get loose, he squirmed away and toppled down onto the floor off her bed. He smacked the side of his face onto the floor and it made a little cut right underneath his eye.

When he reached up and touched it, a teardrop fell from his eye. He looked at Jennifer like she had just betrayed all of his trust. An innocent child was here to make her happy and give her a nice picture but now it was ripped and represented the tattered feeling Hedwig felt in his heart right now. In his mind, she hurt him and he all but curled up on the floor. He was not sure what to do? How was he going to explain this to Dennis or Patricia? He was scared mindless.

 

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“N-No. Jennifer. Y-You’re hurting me! Owe!”

Jennifer couldn’t help desperately clutching onto him. His cry only made her dig her nails, trying to keep him beside her, to have the contact as she broke inside but he was so much stronger. Then he started being a little more threatening while panicking. “I-I’m gonna scream for them Jennifer. I can’t do it. I’m sorry. They already hate me enough. They said if I did good, they wouldn’t pick on me anymore. They said I could be loved. They said you might trick me and get out of your room. They said it was a big step letting you out earlier but I couldn’t. Only Mr. Dennis or Ms. Patricia can let you out… et cetera.” 

Jennifer looked up at him, in awe of his words. She could understand even in her own state that he was scared, that he couldn’t handle what was happening. Then he said they hated him, that if he did the right thing, they wouldn’t bully him. That made her mind wonder who was even doing that, it made her want to yell at Dennis and Patricia or anybody, he was just a kid! He had reached over and ripped the paper from her grip, tearing it shreds, tears in his own eyes from how upset he was. He squirmed loose from her grip making her fall back a little as he tumbled to the floor. She wanted to cry out, to help him but he was just as emotional if not throwing a fit.

Jennifer looked petrified, her face showing so much pain. She glared at Hedwig, sobbing out. She looked at the shredded picture on the floor. He was curled on the floor. Jennifer dropped to the carper on all floors.

“I wasn’t trying to run!!” She screamed in rage at him. “I’m not fucking running!!!” She sobbed, falling back into the bed, looking helpless.

 

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Slowly, Hedwig struggled to his feet. His legs were shaking and threatening to collapse. His breathing had picked up at an alarming rate, his chest expanding and collapsing in rapid, successive contractions. Veins were popping out on top of his forehead and anger was bubbling in the young boy. His hands were also shaking, much like Jade did when her blood sugar reached low levels except his was fueled by rage, fear, and despair. The one person that Hedwig was starting to like had betrayed him. She was angry with him just like everyone always was. He finally settled down enough to talk again.

“I never said you were going to run! I just wanted you to let go of me because you were hurting me! I wish you were never brought here!”

Clearly, Hedwig did not mean his last sentence but that made Jennifer upset. Her eyes watered more than before a tear slid down her cheek. Hedwig realized what he had done and he realized that in the heat of the moment, his word choice was less than ideal. Besides, he had the mind of a child, it was not like he could think that clearly in an emotionally stressful situation.

He watched Jennifer stand up before he could even say anything else. She took both of the palms of her hands onto his chest and shoved Hedwig, sending him flying on the door. His head almost slammed into the corner of a desk but he barely missed it. That could have been disastrous if his head hit the corner at just the right angle. He slammed down with a grunt and watched Jen flee inside of the bathroom and shut the door, but Hedwig did not hear a lot.

Finally, he pushed himself up to stand again before walking back towards the door. He stood outside but did not enter and just slumped down outside, unsure of what to say now. Minutes of silence passed before he creaked the door open and stepped inside. His eyes locked with Jennifer as she was huddled up in a small form, cradling herself in the bathtub.

"I'm sorry... I don't know what to do!" He half-shouted, his own eyes briming with tears since it was such an emotional time.

 

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This wasn’t exactly the best day. It had started out intending to be better but had a slow intense decline. Jennifer was upset and over analyzing everything, she was devastated with the knowledge that Kevin was severely traumatized to the point he hardly came to light. Emotional because she was falling for her own biological father/brother. She had attached to Dennis the quickest, needing that human contact and that didn’t go well and they both blamed their selves. Then just when she saw Hedwig and thought things would get better, they got worse. What Jennifer didn’t understand is she was reacting normal to her situation. There were logically a few different ways she would respond to what she had endured but this was more than likely. She also didn’t realize she was slightly unstable because of Kevin, not by force but genetics. They needed to work through things, they both needed positive reinforcement and most of all love, which they were slowly both just experiencing. Sure, Kevin had been more functional at one time and had something close to a girlfriend and friends but he would throw all that down the drain, even though he was better for this…. all paths led to this moment, being with her.

Jennifer had climbed back into the bathtub and was silently balling her eyes out. She just didn’t know how else to show her emotions and how she felt. It didn’t matter how fucked her eyes already were, she just couldn’t stop. She cried for minutes until it faded into pitiful weak breaths. Eventually Hedwig creaked the door open and slid in, leaving it open. He looked pitiful, scared, he seemed upset that he had fucked up AGAIN! He would get in so much trouble and not be allowed to see her.

"I'm sorry... I don't know what to do!"  His half shouting made her weakly look up at him, her face showing how bad she was. Her eyes were bloodshot, you could see the whites were blood red which made her eye color stand out more, her face was flushed a puffy red, her nose dripping snot.


Right now, even though Kevin was Hedwig, all Jennifer could process was it was him in some way. She knew Hedwig couldn’t handle was happening, neither could she. She had the right to act out, to be this way. She just needed constant attention and human contact from the man who had taken her away. Hedwig looked in bad shape himself, his bandaged hand needed tended, his stitches were healing, now he had a new cut and bruises in different places, he had a fading black eye from the attack from her step father.

Jennifer pushed, her body heavy and weak to get out of the bathtub, giving out weak cries. She watched Hedwig watch in pain at what he had done to her. “I’m so sorry….so so sorry!! They won’t let me see you again…. why did you have to mess it up!” He said, in a loud voice but it was turning into something more desperate, like a kid who knew it was in bad trouble.

Jennifer had climbed out of the tub, had to use the toilet for support, balancing herself as she glared at him. He started slowly backing up, like he might run. “No No, nono…I’m sorry, I fucked up…” he said now in tears. That was when Jennifer sprinted, it was a little surprising to see how fast she got, she sprinted the short distance in the small bathroom. She used one hand to shove Hedwig back into the corner while slamming the bathroom door shut, she locked it breathing out heavy, sniffling, tears silently streaming down her eyes. Hedwig was taken off guard, he slid down, crying. He angrily tried to reach out for the knob but Jennifer screamed out pitifully throwing it off.

 

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At first, Hedwig had been furious with Jennifer. She yelled at him, she pushed him, and she hurt him both mentally and physically. Moments later, he was not angry with both her and himself. The young male was still smart enough to realize that he could have handled things better, but he did not. This situation was fucked up on so many different levels and it made Hedwig overwhelmed. He knew that Ms. Patricia wanted him to enter Jennifer’s room with the picture and give it to the girl. He could fall asleep with her and they would be happy for their night together.

Well, plans do not always work out and that was the case here. That did not happen and things went down the shitter in record time. Hedwig watched Jennifer closely as he curled up in a ball in the corner. Now, he was shivering and shuddering. His aggressiveness had gave way to fear and the way he looked up at Jennifer, it showed that he truly feared her right now. What was she going to do? He would even dare say that he feared Jennifer’s actions more than he feared what Mr. Dennis or Ms. Patricia might do. All he wanted as to leave immediately and get out of here. If Dennis was here, he would know what to do.

All of his body spasms and shaking from earlier increased. Even while sitting on the ground with his knees tucked into his chest, the boy’s legs were shaking and making this patting sound onto the ground with his sneakers. His arms curled up against his knees and he was shivering all over like Hedwig was freezing to death even though he was sweating, his face and bald head shining with the sweat. The salted sweat dripped down into his new, fresh cut underneath his eye and it sizzled but that was the least of his worries right now.

His breathing sounded much like Jennifer’s when she had the panic attack earlier. Hedwig was panicking but thank God he did not have a breathing disorder or anything. If he did, now would be the right time for an attack and there was nothing either of them could do. The boy kept on getting smaller and smaller in the corner. His lower lip quivered and a tear dropped from his eye again although the quickly tried to blink it away. Now, he looked into Jennifer’s eyes again.

She was already a giant to him since she was a grown woman and this alter was a young boy. But now with him shriveled in a corner, that only heightened that sensation for Hedwig and he became more terrified than ever before.

“P-Please… don’t hurt me, Jennifer. What do you want from me?!” He whimpered, trying to yell at her but his voice caught in his throat, causing him to audibly sob a few times, feeling so uncomfortable in this position.

 

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Jennifer wasn’t mentally prepared for any of the traumatic shit that had been tossed at her over the past month. From finding out about her biological father, to how she was conceived, to being kidnapped and having to interact with all her fathers alters, luckily it had been only a few of his twenty-three personalities. She was fortunate that her parent/captor loved her despite his severe mental illness. She could have been thrown into a basement, tortured, raped and killed or led to believe she would be free in return of doing horrible acts. It was far from that but still traumatizing in its own ways. She had grown up in such a safe environment, away from impurities and negativity. Even Kevin deep down would have been thankful for how her adoptive parents had taken care of her but there was regret and hatred towards his own mother, he could have done it! He could have done it and been functional, he swore by it. He believed at a few times in his life he could have raised her and had a somewhat normal life, even being with somebody while raising her. That was when he was younger, had just started working his job at the zoo and was in part time college classes while juggling all his therapy and doctor appointments.

From the moment Jennifer, had run and slammed the door. Hedwig had slid to the floor, holding his knees. He looked just as bad emotionally as Jennifer, his breathing so severe it frightened Jennifer. He was sweating, his new cut bleeding. The worst thing is he looked like this was possibly triggered, she had done this, they both had but she knew her mother must have beaten the shit out of him. To beat a human so senseless, to torture him to the brink of him dissociating with himself and forming new personalities to deal with the situation. He had weakly tried to reach for the door knob and she threw his hand off as he cried.


“P-Please… don’t hurt me, Jennifer. What do you want from me?!”

His own voice made her heart break, his lisp thick, fear sunk into the pit of her stomach. She wondered how many times her mother had cornered him and if any of those times had been in his bedroom or the bathroom. She was zoning out, her eyes dilating. Luckily her own breathing was stable enough to not cause another attack, not yet. Her Fitbit would show how of control her heart rate and pulse was. She was so angry, had so much adrenaline in her, she was raging with hormones she didn’t understand and had been emotionally compromised. She dropped to Hedwig’s level.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you…..I just need you.” Jennifer cried she weakly crawled up attempting to hug him. He didn’t want to move his arms that were cradling his knees to his chest. “Let go…. please, I’m not going to hurt you…..” She begged, using her hands on his wrists, to pry them away. Hedwig seemed to be scared, panicking and persistent on fighting her, it least with that. Only because he was Hedwig was she able to get him to let go, pushing away his arms as he was curled up in the corner. Her fragile body moved from how badly he was breathing, his chest heaving in and out. Jennifer just needed that paternal nurturing or more? Hedwig was crying, a mess. "I won't leave....I'll protect you from Dennis and Patrica.....I'm sorry!!!"

 

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Jennifer didn’t mean to hurt him? That was comical. How many times did Kevin’s mother say that? How many times did Hedwig’s mother say that with this alter Kevin developed? It was not okay and Hedwig was trembling. He did not believe her for one second, even when she leaned forward and attempted to wrap her arms around him. It was obviously a hugging motion but Hedwig did not see that. Rather, he saw an aggressive step towards him, making the poor boy cower down in fear while looking at Jennifer’s eyes. He could not hold the gaze and eventually lowered it.

When she gripped his wrists, Hedwig closed his eyes and whimpered audibly. It felt like the same sensation when his mother pulled him from his hiding spot out into the middle of the floor so she could beat him nearly to death. The male finally gave up and let his arms hang limp. There was no getting out of this. He was representing the learned helplessness that Hedwig developed throughout his life. There was no getting out of this situation. If Jennifer meant harm, she was going to do it. He could not stop her and he should not even try.

His breathing worsened, as if that were possible, and his sobbing turned into large heaves of breath that he was not getting. In his childish mental state, it was difficult to understand anything going on and it was difficult to empathize with Jennifer and how fucked up this must have been for her. Nonetheless, Hedwig was no longer thinking about Jennifer happy because she hurt him so bad and he wondered why it mattered if she was happy. He was only thinking about one goal right now and that was survival and getting out of this damn bathroom but she was in the fucking way!

The hug she finally pushed into him made the male tremble underneath the physical contact, still apprehensive about everything to say the least. Watching her closely, Hedwig finally and tentatively wrapped his arms around Jennifer because he thought if he did that, then maybe she would leave him alone. However, Hedwig was curious about something.

“H-How can you protect me? Nobody can protect me? Ms. Patrica and Mr. Dennis can do whatever they want. Barry used to protect me but he can’t anymore. Nobody can help me.” He whispered rather pitifully, casting a glance upwards towards Jennifer.

 

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“H-How can you protect me? Nobody can protect me? Ms. Patrica and Mr. Dennis can do whatever they want. Barry used to protect me but he can’t anymore. Nobody can help me.”

His breathing was frightening her. His chest rising and falling so aggressively was unsettling. Her body would move because she was trying to get as close to him as possible. He eventually gave in, wrapping his arms around her but not with the force she craved. Dennis would have been the ideal alter to be in the light, but he couldn’t pull Hedwig out of the light unless Hedwig wanted to leave the chair. Normally he would change altars out of sight, it would be easier for Jennifer to transition, to react positively to all of them that way. Only if Kevin was severely unstable, would he start switching uncontrollably. The only way to do that was to recite his full name in a tone that would let him know he was needed, then all the others might fight to get the chair. It would be total and utter chaos; it would be dangerous. Jennifer knew none of this. Kevin was in a deep sleep, only he could show a little of himself in every light.

Jennifer didn’t even look down at him, but kept her face in the crook of his neck. She could smell the laundry softener of his navy-blue shirt. With the awkward position, they were in she was slightly elevated on his propped-up legs, her body wedge in-between his thighs and stomach with her arms wrapped underneath his arms.

“They won’t hurt you….I won’t let them.” She said choking on her own words, “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just need you….I can’t explain to you what I need, I’m a total fuck up and I’m so s-s-s sorry.” She said through deep breaths, her Fitbit was in the orange, above yellow but not in the red yet. Luckily Dennis had given her treatment over an hour or so ago before this situation escalated. “They want me happy…in order for me to be happy, you need to be happy….what have they done to you Hedwig….no one is going to hurt you.” Jennifer felt helpless, she couldn’t crawl inside of his mind, it was a mess but she could only try. “I love you….” Jennifer looked at him with brave honest eyes, he was peering up at her. Her words seemed foreign to him. How could she possibly love him? What had he done to deserve it? They all were supposed to make her happy and he had failed so badly, he messed things up like he always did, thats why they said he was stupid before. She squeezed him tighter, or tried too. “Don’t leave me….don’t.” She breathed, wide eyed, scared he might.

 

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Jennifer insisted that Dennis and Patricia would not hurt Hedwig. She was not going to allow that. The boy was still confused on how she would pull this off. In his mind, they were so powerful and nothing in the world could stop them. Then, she started talking about being a fuck up and she started apologizing to him. That really hit home with Hedwig. The other alters bullied Hedwig so often. Being called a fuck up was actually a common occurrence. In fact, that was one of the most hurtful things anyone had ever said to him. Hearing that Jennifer felt this way about herself was so disheartening and Hedwig needed to change her mind.

Suddenly, he felt his breathing level out though there was a burning sensation in his chest. Jennifer sounded sincere and Hedwig felt awful that Jennifer saw herself in such a negative light. Better yet, how did Jennifer think her happiness had to correlate with his? Why did he have to be happy for her to be happy? Was that love? Was that how it felt? Was love when you could only be happy when the other person was happy? Hell, Hedwig did not know. It was an emotion he heard Kevin talk about all the time with Jennifer but the male had no idea how love worked.

Then, as if she was reading his thoughts, she said those three words. Hedwig started to cry, but not in a bad way. His arms finally wrapped around Jennifer and he hugged her with that force she craved earlier and he buried his face into her neck.

“Love me? No-Nobody has ever said that to me. Ever, ever, ever…”

His lisp continued to show and he was speaking like a child.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry, too. I didn’t know that you loved me. I didn’t know that anyone could love me. Dennis and Patricia always said nobody could love me, that I was worthless. Do you think I’m worthless, et cetera?”

By now, Hedwig was looking into Jennifer’s eyes ,tears brimming his eyelids and flowing out with a mixture of pain and now happiness because of what she just said.

 

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Jennifer hugged him tighter, needing his strong embrace. This time he hugged back. She was pulled, wedged closer to his broad hard chest. His bittersweet broken face made her heart ache for a man she had only been into contact for less than a week. You could see the pain and suffering one man alone had suffered.


“You’re not worthless…” She smiled up at him with her horrible bloodshot eyes. “Let’s get ready for bed....” She didn’t want to move from the position they were in because of how awkwardly close she was but cuddling could be just the same. She struggled to get up and he helped her giggling, pitifully using his oversized sleeves to wipe his eyes and nose. Jennifer let her eyes dry which took a few minutes and she used the medicated ointment Dennis had given her. She gently applied it underneath her eyes, around the eyelids, it made it look like she grossly rubbed Vaseline around her eyes but it was to keep her as comfortable as she could with raw skin. Blood vessels had broken in the white parts of her eye. Hedwig watched her, he fidgeted with his fingers. He knew how important it was that Jennifer was happy and healthy and he knew she may not fully be either.

Jennifer came back into the bedroom and found herself exhausted. She pulled back the thick covers and sheets looking up at Hedwig. She gave an adorable weak smile as he was taking off his dirty tennis shoes. He kicked them off. He crawled into the bed first, making her bite her mouth trying not to laugh out and cry all at once. She crawled in pulling the covers over, she had already turned off the lights, minus her nightlight and the bathroom light had even been turned off, making the room cozier.

 

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It was the first time Hedwig had been told he was not worthless. It was tough to believe, though. If you were told something every day for most of your life, it would be difficult to accept something else. However, Jennifer seemed sincere and the childish hope that maybe not the entire world was evil kept Hedwig smiling and hoping she was right. When they crawled in bed together, he felt her body lie down beside of him so he crawled and inched closer.

She was on her side and Hedwig had his chest against her back, one arm underneath her and the other overtop of her shoulders. His face nuzzled against the back of her neck and the hand dangling over her body was reaching down to find one of her hands, wanting to gently hold it while he rested. He could not sleep at first, though. He was having a tough time relaxing and he needed to say something else to her.

“J-Jennifer… I’m sorry that I ripped up the picture.” That was bugging him the most right now. But he could make a new one! A better one! That was something he felt determined to do tomorrow if he thought about it and was in the light. He just hoped she could forgive him.

“Do you really think I’m not worthless?” Hedwig continued, unable to get those words out of his head. He was not sleepy but he was tired. His body ached and his heart ached. There were just so many emotions flowing through his mind right now that he could not turn off the switch and rest. It was impossible.

 

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Jennifer was in Hedwig’s gentle embrace. His human contact must have been what she needed as she had relaxed, her breathing slowed dramatically, her muscles loosening. She had her eyes closed as the medical ointment soothed the burning of her eyes. The skin below was so irritated it was sensitive to the lightest touch. She had rapidly started to fall asleep when she heard his soft innocent voice speak. She didn’t even open her eyes as it was too painful and would take too much effort. She shifted, somehow arching her body into his front, curling. He apologized about the picture, right now she wasn’t worried about it but would be touched when he drew her a new one. Then she had arched herself back into him so much she ended up partially being on her back positioned so he could easily look down at her face.

“Your not worthless Hedwig….are mother was a cruel dangerous women. You have done nothing wrong….” She softly said, letting her head toss toward him. It wasn’t too long after he would know she had let sleep take her over. She needed as much rest as she could get. They would have to leave for work. They would almost have to think if it was safe to leave her alone in her mental and emotional state. Even though there wasn’t a missing case report, that didn’t mean her family could hire a private investigator and still be doing whatever they could to locate her. It was vital to make sure she was stable enough as they slowly gave her privileges. She had already done things they were not prepared for. Although several of Kevin’s alters loved and was attracted to Jennifer, especially a few such as Dennis, Barry and Jade they wasn’t expecting anything in return. They had all made sure she would be perfectly safe, not neglected or abuse in anyway even if that meant putting some alters out of the light.

 

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Hedwig felt generally surprised when Jennifer did not pull away from his contact. This was the first time ever that somebody actually WANTED to be touched by him. That alone was enough to make his big heart beat faster. It was foreign and it was new but he loved it, he truly did. This was something special and he hoped that Jennifer continued to allow this as they grew together. He realized she might have been starting to fall asleep and he felt bad for talking but he wanted her to hear this, seeing her move so she could look at him and vice versa. Maybe she was not going to be too upset about all of this but he was more than surprised when Jennifer said he was not worthless. Again, he had never been told that.

He smiled sweetly and knew that she had fallen asleep soon after. The next morning, Hedwig woke up early because he knew that the rule was he had to leave before Jennifer woke up. Dennis and Ms. Patricia wanted him out so Kevin could get ready for the day. They did do some heavy debating about whether they could leave Jennifer alone, but they had no choice. If he did not show up for work, things could go awry and they would have a shit load of trouble to deal with. They had enough trying to keep Jennifer stable but she was well worth the trouble and the tears. Barry came into the light again to function throughout the day, getting Kevin ready though Patricia did switch long enough to bring Jennifer some fresh food and snacks for the day, while informing her what was going on. She was still asleep when Patricia entered so she just wrote a note.

 

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Jennifer slept soundly unaware of when Hedwig quietly snuck out for all of them to get ready for work. She woke up suddenly feeling anxiety. She knew instantly she was alone and he must have left for work. Her lights were still off, the only illumination from her nightlight. She lay there with her eyes open, they were already glossing over and they hurt so fucking bad. She pushed up from the pillows to see she had been tucked in, food was left over on the desk with a note. She sighed and let her head fall back into the pillow, half groaning, half pitifully crying. She didn’t want to be alone, not now, not ever. She collapsed back on the bed. She numbly laid there trying to count the days she had been here. Yesterday so much had happened. Minutes turned into an hour or so as she zoned out in her own mind.

She randomly pushed the covers off lazily sitting up, letting her feet hang over the bed, she leaned over taking a slow silent breath, looking at the arrangement of things they had left. She looked down clenching the bed covers as her chest heaved out.

“FUCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!” She screamed, trembling, her hands gripping the sheets. She got up and paced over to the food and was about to knock it over and start going ballistic. She had so much pent up energy, so much anger, sadness, confusion and fear, she wanted to be loved and wanted to fix Kevin. There were so many complex strings tangled in the young girl’s fragile brain. She didn’t even read the post it note not caring what Patricia had to say. What caught her attention was a neatly placed piece of white construction paper. The drawing was by Hedwig. It looked better than any other childlike drawing. She saw two characters, both herself and Hedwig specifically. She could tell by his attempt to draw his yellow windbreaker. He was holding her hand and there was a little speech box had just a heart drawn in it, it was all done by crayons.

Jennifer gulped, covering her mouth trying to hold everything back as her hand shook. She wiped her nose and looked around the room, wondering if he had cameras. Maybe he had it linked to his phone if he had one, he had too.

“Come home…..come back!!!! PLEASE!!!!! Don’t leave me….” She backed slowly toward the bed, silent tears. Once her back-bottom legs hit the bed she dropped to her knee’s holding herself looking around.

 

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Barry left for work feeling confident. Jennifer handled herself well in the past when she was left alone. To be honest, it hurt Kevin leaving his daughter alone. God, he loved her so much. He would give anything to let someone stay with her every second of the day. He already picked up on how emotional she became when she was not being kept company by someone. It was tough, though. They needed to balance out keeping a normal life going while keeping Jennifer safe and happy. Clearly, the latter was most important. If she was not happy, then it felt like a piece of Kevin’s heart was missing.

The day went well until noon. Yes, Barry had arranged something to his phone where the cameras inside of her bedroom streamed live video feed into the an app on his phone. It was not smart to keep it up all the time but on his lunch break when he ate alone inside his car, it was the perfect time to watch. It just happened that Barry saw Jennifer’s reaction. She was crying and begging for someone to come home to her. This was difficult to watch because of the powerful emotions it illicited from Kevin and everyone, for that matter.

Personalities switched to the light again and again. It could not be stopped. Finally, Kevin ended up slamming his lunch box into the car seat beside of him and screaming. He could not leave her alone. He could not do it. Without another thought, he gritted his teeth and drove his car at a blistering pace back towards the zoo. He was not supposed to be back at work for another twenty minutes but he assumed his day was cut short. With the personality of Patricia, they arrived back to the zoo and headed towards his home underneath the place. She needed to remind Jennifer that she needed to control herself. Right now, they were trying to use some tough love with Jennifer so as soon as patrica entered the room, she shook her head in a slightly displeasant manner.

“What is the problem, Jennifer?” She asked, her own accent showing through.

 

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Jennifer was zoning out curled in a ball on the floor beside her bed. Her head resting and focusing on the white fibers of the newly installed carpet. She didn’t move when she heard heavy footfalls coming from outside the locked door. It was only when she heard the one latch being undid that she turned to face the door. Patricia entered, you could tell by her strong prominent facial expression it was her. She wasn’t dressed as Patricia; she was in dark grey coveralls with boots. He normally wore a basic baseball cap with the uniform but had taken it off and the zoo logo was printed on the front right pocket and shoulder along with an ID badge clipped to the left pocket. Right now, she wouldn’t notice those specific details, not knowing where he worked. It wasn’t where he worked that matter, it was his absence and her emotional fragile state. Patricia looked a little agitated, they all were. She could remain clam in the most difficult situations.

“What is the problem, Jennifer?”

Jennifer pushed up with just one elbow looking at her, amazed she was even there. She didn’t know what time it was. She tried not to cry but everything seemed to be a trigger to emotions she couldn’t deal with. Jennifer got the strength to push herself up, clumsily using the bed for leverage. Patricia had her eyes narrowed, observing.

“The problem...the problem is I am stuck in this room for hours straight going insane, waiting….” Jennifer bent over grabbing the picture Hedwig drew.

“You have to be strong dear,” she said as if it was only fact, “The others need to be able to leave you unattended to provide for all of us. You have more than enough to keep you busy…. anything you want on top of that can discussed. There is access to technology to read, watch anything you desire, there is art supplies, there is music…what isn’t there to do?” Patricia said.

Jennifer bit her lip, you could tell she was holding her tongue, trying to keep it together. She nodded at Patricia’s words and sat on the bed. She inhaled and exhaled doing her own silent meditation.

“Let me go make you something yummy….I won’t be long, good girl.” She said and politely closed the door, locking it, just one latch again. Ten or so minutes later she would return with a hot mug of steaming lavender honey tea with some strawberry streusel muffins that had been baked a few days prior. She used one leg to kick the door close, not locking it but walking over the tray and sitting it down. Jennifer noticed he was using his bandage hand a little more, and his new cut was still visible, the older one from her step father fading. Patricia walked over giving her the tea cup. Jennifer watched it steam. It looked something straight off Pinterest, garnished with actual lavender leaves and a piece of cut honeycomb. Jennifer took a sip; it was warm but not too hot. She downed the cup of tea in one gulp and eyed Patricia. Without any words, she put the cup in her hand and crawled back into bed, slumping over on her side. There didn’t need to be any words, both knew Patricia had put something in there to help her sleep. Patricia tidied up her area with all her Tupperware and cooler of food, leaving the plate of wrapped muffins. She walked over and bent down kissing Jennifer on the forehead, lingering.

“Were be home before you know it….please get some rest.” Jennifer just looked at her with no expression.

 

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Kevin had explained to everyone that it was not going to be easy taking care of Jennifer. The various disorders she had made it difficult for her to cope with something like this. However, love was not easy, no matter what form it came in. Kevin made sure everyone knew that. At the end of the day, it was worth it, though. Kevin wanted to make sure Jennifer was taken care of and had everything she wanted or needed. That’s what he wanted but he knew there would be some conflicting desires. She might want someone to stay with her ever second of every day. While Kevin would love that, it was not logical or possible.

Patricia exited the room, hoping the girl was going to be alright. Barry took over again and redressed himself in the proper gear before heading back out of the underground house and back to work. The remainder of the day went smoothly and finally Barry clocked out of work for Kevin. He did not bother taking his time when the work was over. It was so imperative that they got home to Jennifer. Poor girl. She must be feeling so horrible. At least the weekend was approaching and that would give them more time together.

Quickly, he entered the house and made sure everything was in tact. He pulled off the majority of the work clothing and decided to immediately enter Jennifer’s room. Throughout the day, he had checked his phone when possible and thanked his lucky stars that Jennifer was doing somewhat better. She might not be in the best state but she was not falling apart. Well, maybe she was but at least it was manageable for now. He figured this would be the best time to ask for which personality she needed in the light.

Since Jennifer was at the core of what everyone wanted, Barry had the ability to bring anyone to the light and would never go against what Jennifer wanted unless it was absolutely necessary. He loved her just like they all did and whenever she needed something, he and everyone else would do everything possible to give it to her. He entered her bedroom, standing at the doorway with a polite smile, not overly emotional but still maintaining a body posture that was very open and non-intimidating.

“Hey Jennifer… how are you feeling this evening? Are you doing any better?” He asked, his voice so soft and sweet and calm.