A Family Comes First (Kidnapped by Cannibals) fanfiction.
If you haven't read the Kidnapped by Cannibals trilogy and spin-off by @masonfitzzy then you should do so now or not much will make sense. I only own the characters I made up, the rest isn't...
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"With me," Zack added, his sweet smile melting my fear little by little.
He had been so kind. Gentle. Loving, really.
He wasn't like the rest of his family. Maybe, for me, he would bend and break some traditions over time.
I sat beside him on the bed, our hips touching as I filled the spot he motioned toward earlier. I tentatively placed my hand on his and he interlocked our fingers.
"Thank you, Zack, for all you've done and do for me," I told him, my voice barely above a whisper but I knew he heard me.
He cupped my face in his hands staring into my eyes, all the way to my soul. "I love you, Violet," he vowed softly, leaning toward me.
The loud knock on the door pulled him away from me and I shrank back on the bed. Zack got up and walked over, unlocking the door to crack it open.
"Mama says supper's ready. Are you and Violet coming down?" I heard Malcolm ask, smiling to myself. He was such a sweet boy. It was hard to believe either Zack or Malcolm came from the same family as Dylan and Jake.
"We'll be there in a few minutes," Zack told him and I heard his feet carrying him down the stairs.
"Zack?"
"Yes?" He shut the door and turned to me.
"I'm always safe with you and I'm doing my best to settle in." I don't know why I said it, but it made him happy. A lopsided smile appeared on his face just before he wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me off the floor.
"It just takes time. Now, let's get you cleaned up for dinner."
Zack picked out clean clothes for me and afterward brushed my hair out. I felt surprisingly relaxed and he seemed to enjoy himself. I slipped on the dark blue dress adorned with embroidered silver snowflakes, pulling the black socks up over my knees.
I twirled in front of Zack, who seemed content with his choice. He kissed my head and took my hand, leading me out of the room, down to the dining room where everyone except Megan sat.
She must still be in bed, I thought.
"Someone got dressed up for dinner," Jake commented when Zack tugged me to my chair.
"You look lovely, Violet," Dylan complimented.
I felt my skin crawl but smiled and thanked him anyway.
Dinner consisted of steaks that tasted different, mashed potatoes, peas, and the bread Hannah seemed to bake every other day. The only conversation were the men discussing the farm. I couldn't begin to follow.
I looked Hannah over. The baby was draining her faster every day and before long she would be the one screaming upstairs. Hopefully having a boy. I worried though, Hannah wasn't so young like when she had Jake and Zack. It might be dangerous for her.
