Actions

Work Header

Hell's Love

Chapter Text

Ever since she was born, Kendra has only ever known her family- and him.

Ever since she was born, Kendra has been looked after by her family- and him.

Ever since she was born, Kendra has been taken care of by her family- and him.

Ever since she was born, Kendra has spent time with her family- and him.

When she needed help with her homework, she went to her family- and him.

When she wanted someone to play with, she went to her family- and him.

When she had been sad or hurt, and needed someone to comfort her, she went to her family- and him.

When Kendall participated in spelling bees and school plays, her family was in the audience- and he was in the front row, holding a large bouquet of red roses.

When Kendra performed in talent shows at school, and in charity shows for her town's local homeless shelter, her family was in the audience- and he was in the front row, recording everything she did on an expensive video camera.

When Kendra was eleven years old, she participated in a local chess competition and won; he stood next to her throughout her family's celebratory party, his hands touching her shoulders, lower back, and small waist.

He was always there, throughout her life, never letting her go.

He would always be there, until the day Kendra died.

Him. John Chandler. Leader of The White Heart Pack. Local mechanic.

Her future husband.

Betrothed to Kendra ever since John laid eyes on her sleeping body, cradled in her aunt's arms, wrapped up in her favorite baby blanket next to the fire.

John's been her only friend, the only person willing to be around her other than family.

And she fucking hates him.