An hour or two has passed as (Y/n) slept before Eddie walked into their bedroom and gently shook her awake, "Wake up, darling. Dinner's ready." He said softly as she shifted, slowly waking up from her rest and squinting up at him.

"Okay..." She said quietly as Eddie gave a small smile at her and leaves to let her wake herself up. Slowly sitting up and rubbing her eyes, she slowly slipped out of the bed and almost loses balance when the soreness shot through her body. Grimacing softly, she very carefully got out of bed and trudged over to the dresser. (Y/n) pulled out one of his shirts and sighed softly as she felt he would want her wearing it, since he was in a bad mood earlier on anyway. Slipping it on, the hem of the shirt reaching a little above her knees before she grabbed a pair of panties to carefully slip them on. Her entire lower half sore from Eddie's rough treatment just a few hours ago hitting her like a truck. She left the room and softly stepped over to the kitchen where Eddie set out her plate of food on the round kitchen table before setting his own right across from her. Sitting down in her seat, she bit her lip as she watched him work around the kitchen before casting her gaze down at her food. The steam from the hot platter floating upwards, the smell of the food making her mouth water and her stomach growl softly. (Y/n) picked up her fork as Eddie finally settled into his seat in front of her, she takes a bite of her food and let out a quiet, almost content sigh. Eddie was good at cooking. He was a talented tailor. Had such a charismatic personality. You wouldn't even think he would be a psychopath just by observing him from afar. Which is probably why she was in this situation in the first place. 'He's like Ted Bundy sorta...' She thought to herself as she slowly ate, feeling Eddie's eyes observe her as she chewed.

"Is it good?" He asked as she gave a soft nod, making
him smile, "That's good." He said as he began to eat as well, noticing how quiet she was being and he sighed softly. "I'm sorry for earlier, darling. I was just very pent up from work. I shouldn't take my anger out on you." Eddie said softly as (Y/n) shook her head a bit.

"It's... Fine." She said after a small hesitation.

"How about I make it up to you?" He asked with a slight head tilt, "When I get the chance, I'll grab a present for you. Whatever you want." He said as she bit her cheek softly. He was also manipulative and bi polar as hell.

"I suppose so... I'm not sure what I want though." She said softly as she brought her gaze back down to her food as she continued to eat.

"Take your time. If anything, I'll make it a surprise." Eddie said with a smile at her.  (Y/n) gave a soft nod as she gave a tiny smile back at him.  "You know, doll, I never asked you about what your childhood was like." He said as he continued eating, "It would be appropriate to know more about my future wife." Eddie hummed with a smile as she grimaced her smile.

"Well... It's just a tangle of things to be honest." She said softly as he chuckled.

"We have time."

Biting her lip as her finger tapped on her fork a bit before sighing quietly through her nose, "I suppose that's true." (Y/n) said, "I mean, I had a pretty normal childhood growing up. Um... My teens were pretty rough though." She said quietly as Eddie gave a curious look and head tilt.

"How so?"

"I transferred a lot because of my parents' jobs. So when I transferred to my last school, for some reason, I was a punching bag for people." She said softly as she grimaced and Eddie's gaze softened, "I was bullied a lot. I don't know why I was. They never did explain to me why. Especially this one girl. For some reason, she hated me. She treated me the worse than the others in her clique." (Y/n) glanced to the side as she took a shaky breath, "It was so bad that... I almost killed myself over it." Eddie's eyes widened by a fraction at her words before they darkened slightly.

"What was her name?" He asked nonchalantly as he continued to eat.

"Stacey Halls," She responded, grimacing as memories of all the things Stacey did throughout her high school years.

"And the school didn't do anything about it?"

"Well, her dad was a well known and very successful lawyer, so there wasn't much they could do. Even after my failed attempt. The best they could do was recommend some counseling and therapy." (Y/n) explained, sighing deeply, "I mean, it kinda worked. But I never really could recover from it emotionally." Poking her food with her fork, "It was just rough. And it got worse."

Eddie's eyebrows furrowed together, "Worse?"

(Y/n) bit her lower lip as she sunk in her seat a bit, "I never really told anyone this... Because of what I was going through because of Stacey and her friends, I could never really be open about it since I knew she would twist the story somehow and gossip about how it's my fault."

Placing his utensils down, he clasped his hands together and leaned on the table, having his complete attention, "What happened?"

(Y/n) stayed silent for a moment, feeling a lump form in her throat as she bite down on her cheek, "W-When I was a sophomore in high school, I h-had this math teacher..." She took a deep and shaky breath, Eddie had a feeling he knew where this was going and his jaw ticked to the side as he leaned back in his chair. Rubbing his chin and jaw as the gears turned in his head. "He would... During class he made subtle requests where it didn't rise any suspicion... But then keep me after class and he would... Touch me..." She said quietly, shamefully looking down at her lap, "And if I refused to do what he asked of me, he threatened to flunk me... And my grades weren't doing that good because of what I was going through mentally... So I just..." She shook her head gently with a sniffle as tears went down.

"How long did this go on?" He asked as (Y/n) felt some tears roll down her cheeks as she continued to poke at her food with her fork to distract herself.

"Until the end of my sophomore year... I was too scared to transfer out..." She said quietly, "I avoided him completely through my last two years of high school. Never walked pass his classroom, I would always take alternative routes to just avoid him." (Y/n) sniffled as she bit down on her quivering lip, "And whenever I did accidentally run into him, he would always look at me in a way that made me feel.... Dirty. A-And disgusted with myself for just letting it happen." Some more tears start to go down as she grimaced deeply, "I wasn't strong enough to stop it before it got worse. But with the whole Stacey thing... it was just too much." Eddie stared at her with a sympathetic gaze as he let out a deep sigh, getting up from his chair to walk over to her side and squat down so he could look at her.

Taking her hands in his, which made her look at him with a tear filled gaze, "It's not your fault, you do know that, right?" He said as she shook her head.

"It is... If I had just said something sooner... If I had been stronger... It wouldn't have continued for as long as it did. He's probably has and had countless of other victims who are and were scared to say anything too." (Y/n) said shakily while sniffing, "My parents don't even know about this... I was too scared to tell them. I was afraid of what they would think of me. You're the first one who knows about this..." She said letting out a shaky sigh while pulling her eyes away from him.

Eddie gave a slight tilt of his head, "You were young, darling. A lot of girls at that age would feel the exact same in that situation." He bit his cheek softly while running his thumbs over the back of her hands, "When I was young, my father..." He paused, he never talked about his past with his father, so this made her look back to him, "My father was an alcoholic. He was very old fashioned. So, naturally, he was abusive. Physically, mentally, and emotionally. Especially in a drunken stupor, his toxicity was ten times worse." He said. (Y/n)'s teary gaze looked at him softly as he continued, "The same goes for my uncle. Of course, my father treated my mother and I horribly. Since I was more like my mother at the time, my father always berated me about my masculinity. Even when I was just a child." He took a deep breath and sighed just as deeply, "When I was about maybe 8, my uncle was very... Touchy..." He gazed down and bit his cheek, "I never understood why he did it, nor even know what he was doing to me. But I knew it felt wrong. Horribly wrong. It got worse as I grew up. And... Somehow... He got my father involved."

(Y/n) gasped quietly, "Oh my god..."

Eddie grimaced, "Whenever those two got drunk together... They would..." He took a shaky breath, his hold on her hands tightening a bit, "They would take me to the basement of our home... Or the cellar of this cabin." He said, and her gaze dragged over to the forbidden cellar door and back at Eddie, "And they would... Perform sexual acts on me... They were forceful... Never took into consideration that they were hurting me." He scowled a bit, his expression having darkened, "They took pictures. Films. They just used me until they were satisfied. I couldn't do anything about it. And this continued on until I was about 17." Eddie let out a deep exhale through his nose.

"Did your mother ever find out?" (Y/n) asked softly.

Eddie frowned, "No. Deep down though... I feel like she knew what was going on. But with how my father treated us, I knew she wasn't right in the head. I remember crying to her one day that I didn't want to be around my uncle and my father anymore. And all she did was comfort me and tell me to be happy. That these sick acts were just a way to show that they loved me. It's like..." He paused, not wanting to speak ill of his dead mother, "It's like she was trying to pretend that what they were doing to me never happened. She never wanted to accept it." Eddie shook his head, "I feel like I was a scapegoat for her. But I could never be mad at her about it. She was my mother. And the only person who showed me maternal love. The only person who actually cared about me."

(Y/n) bit her lip as she held his hands back in hers softly, "Oh Eddie..." She said softly and he looked up at her with a tiny smile, and at this moment, he truly looked human past his scars.

"Darling... We're both just broken human beings. But what breaks us makes us stronger. What happened to you, you aren't alone. There's a lot of others who go through the same thing. I'm one of those others that was put through the same thing. You're strong. Brave. You managed to cope with what happened."

"You went through so much worse than I did though," (Y/n) said softly as Eddie gave her a soft smile.

"Trauma isn't a competition, darling. It's all how we cope with it in the end and move on." He said, "So don't blame yourself for what happened. Blame the people who caused it." He brought her hand up to his lips to kiss her knuckles, "I promised myself that I wouldn't grow up to be like my father. I want to be better than him. I want to be a better husband than him. I want to be a better father than him. I want to be a better person than him."

"But Eddie..." (Y/n) started, grimacing as she was choosing her words wisely, "This whole keeping me locked up in the cabin isn't a good way to... Show that you're a better person." Eddie gave her a sympathetic smile and sighed softly.

"You'll see, darling. After some more time, you'll see that I'm doing this because I love you. I'm willing to do anything to keep you with me. You're my endgame, doll. You are going to be the end of me. Whatever it is. I want it to be you." He said as she grimaced softly. (Y/n) was feeling a mix of emotions. All bad and good. "You don't understand it yet. But you will soon. I promise." He hummed as he leaned up and gave her a chaste kiss. She didn't know what he was planning or what he was playing at. But for now, it was in her best interest to just play along as she kissed him back softly which made him let out a pleased hum before he pulled back from the kiss. "I'm glad that we were open to each other about this. I feel like we're a little bit more closer now on a personal level." He said with a smile at her as he stood back up and she gave a small smile back at him.

"I suppose it does..." She said as she gave a slight head tilt, "What happened in the end though? With your dad and uncle."

Eddie kept the smile, "The accident happened." He said nonchalantly with a grim smile, which kinda concerned (Y/n), "My uncle and father went out drinking one night, and supposedly on the drive back home, it was in the winter so the roads were icy and the brakes suddenly gave out while they sped down the street. So it made my uncle swerve off the road and crash into a tree." He hummed as he looked at her hands and ran invisible circles on the back of them. She stared at him in slight suspense, "The accident killed my uncle and father instantly. My uncle fractured his skull which caused fatal brain damage and my father had nearly launched through the windshield from how hard the impact was." Eddie sighed with a thoughtful hum, "When I heard the news of their deaths, I didn't feel sad. If anything, I felt overjoyed. My mother though, was in tears. Bless her soul. They don't know how the brakes gave out. They concluded that it had just been because the car was old."

(Y/n) swallowed dryly as she stared up at him, "Did you...?" She trailed off quietly as he looked at her.

"Well, I knew they were going out to drink that night. So I may have... Tampered with the car a little bit before they left." He said with a soft shrug and she felt her stomach drop. "But I didn't really kill them directly. After all, they were drunk driving. Maybe if they had driven more carefully, the brakes wouldn't have given out so easily and they would've made it home safely. But that would mean more of their sick and perverted acts on me. So I had a choice that day. Continue suffering or end it then and there while the opportunity presented itself. So obviously, I chose the latter." He said with a smile, "After their deaths, I sought out therapy and they prescribed me these pills. I took them every now and again whenever I wasn't feeling myself. But if anything, they just made me feel... Empty. Not as expressive. So that's when I started taking women. Hoping to feel some kind of emotion. And no matter what. I never felt a thing. And then you came along." Her blood runs cold. "You sparked something inside of me that I didn't even know was possible. But the pills held me back from truly showing how deep I was in for you. So I stopped taking them. And after that, everything I felt seemed to flourish all at once. I feel more like myself without the medication. And honestly it's the best decision I have ever made." He said with a soft laugh. (Y/n) bit her lip as he let go of her hands to go sit back in his seat across from her, "When I set my mind on something, I intend to reach it no matter what." He smiled at her, "And now that I've got you, everything's falling into place."

(Y/n) stared at her food as she processed all this new information with a grim expression, "I see..." She said quietly. Eddie hummed and continued to smile on content.

"You'll see what I mean in the near future, darling. Now eat up before your food gets cold." He said as he continued eating, "You know, I'm really glad with how this pork came out." He noted nonchalantly as she continued to just stare at her food.

'I am so fucked...' (Y/n) thought.