"Don't look at me like that.." Patrick said, the once kind, older man who you and your parents had liked, now shifted to a disgusting person. infact covered in your parents blood. he had shot your father in the head, and stabbed your mother in a vital organ.

You, on the other hand, he said before he shot your mother, 'he is the only one who can take care of me, now.' since you and your family had made his wife slip off the roof. and now he was going to try age and groom you to be his Husband instead. he didn't mind being gay, as long as he got what he needed from you. he ordered you to help him move the furniture they had, and clean up the spills. and of course, the messes he had made.

"thanks.. now. you and i, we need to bond.. so we're going to do farmwork together. you got that? and so fucking help me god, if you don't comply.." and so you went, too scared and too trauma-induced to not listen to this powerhouse of a man, you complied. and for years, he kept you a secret. he kept himself a secret too.

AS THE YEARS PASSED, YOU AND PADDY GOT MARRIED. ----

You and Paddy had gone to italy, like how he had found you, your mother and your father. now, i guess you were going to look for a son.. or a daughter. . that would mean you would have to help killing the parents to steal the kid.. god fucking damn it. you dreaded this moment, hoping it wouldn't happen.

In Italy, you and Paddy sat directly next to eachother, you had gained horrible Stockholm Syndrome, because now you loved Paddy like if you had actually bonded properly and willingly got with him. you'd do anything to help. even if that meant killing.

The hotel in italy was buzzing with life, kids, teens, and adults sunbathing, in the pool, or laughing their asses off at one another. You just read a book of yours.. Paddy on the other hand, he was scowering the perfect family to make friends with..