Trauma

(Levar Point of View)

I watch as she cleans everything up and measures everything. When it comes to making it, she starts by helping me out before she goes to make the meatballs. I keep kneading the dough as I feel it getting tough. It is beginning to look like dough. It does look really yellow. I wonder if that's normal. I guess it does look like how noodles look so it might be. I look over at Asaka and I see her putting the meatballs into the oven. Was I kneading the dough for so long that she finished them? It seems like it. 

"Baby? Can you please come check this?"

She looks over at me with a small smile. "Of course cutie." She walks over to me before looking at the dough and doing something with it. "Good job darling. It looks great. Now, we can cut it then cook it." I smile at her and her praises. I love it when she talks to me like that. She looks so hot right now. I don't know why she does but she does. "Now, now do you want it cut?"

Cut? There are a lot of different types of pasta. Macaroni is a common one so would that work? They are a weird shape so I don't know how it would work. There are the bow ties that we could make. "How about bow ties?"

"Do you mean farfalle or butterflies in Italian?"

"Is that what they are called?"

"Yes, it is my darling."

"Then those." She shows me how to make the shape as I follow along with her. It takes me a few times before I get it. I show her the first one that I make properly. "Is this it? Did I do good?"

She smiles at me. "Yes, darling you did very well."

I smile brightly at her as she speaks. "I'm glad."

"Me too darling. Now, let's do the rest."

I nod my head before we finish up. When we are done, I let her do the cooking part while I clean everything up. As I clean up, I wonder if there is anything that I don't know about her. I know there is a lot that she doesn't know about me. She should know more about me and I do want to learn more about her. We are dating after all so she should know more about me. Once I am done, I hug her from behind.

"Hi, cutie."

"Hi, baby. Can we do something together?"

"Of course darling, what do you have in mind?"

"Well I want to get to know you more so maybe we could just sit down and ask each other questions?" That and there is a lot that I want to tell her. I want her to know the full truth about me. 

"Sure, darling. Let's go to the living room."

I nod my head. She holds my hand before we walk out into the living room. We both sit down on the couch.

"Do you want to go first, baby?"

"Sure. What is your relationship with your family like?"

Wow, we are starting hard then. I should tell her the truth and all of it. I look down before taking a deep breath. "Well my mom is an alcoholic and my dad was abusive and loved my sister more so I was pressured into being like my dad a lot or getting hit by my dad. I ended up growing up more like my mom until I was a teenager when I started doing what I wanted to do, which my mom wasn't happy about. I do have a sister, as I have mentioned, who was a lot like our father. My parents split so my dad took my sister and I haven't seen them since. My mom had me homeschooled for most of my life. When I moved out from my mom's place, I hadn't really talked to her since then. I did more of what I wanted to do so I started working at the bar that we met at." I stay looking down, not wanting to see her reaction.

After a few moments of silence, I hear her speak, "I'm sorry about that. That is a lot for a child to go through and I understand part of what you went through."

I look up at her, slightly confused. I see that she has a sympathetic look. What does she mean she understands? Was she also abused? Is that why she is a police officer? Or did she do what she wanted to do and her parents weren't happy about it? "What do you mean?"

I watch her pause for a moment. "I mean, my dad wasn't happy with who I was and was extremely abusive. I don't have any memories of my mom as she died giving birth to Frey."

"Oh. I'm sorry. At least we do have that in common." I didn't know that she was abused, is that where her scars come from? Should I ask? No, I shouldn't. I already asked one question so it's now her turn to ask me a question.

I see her smile slightly. "I guess so."

We keep asking each other questions and I learn a lot about her but a few things seem off. For some of the questions she was very broad on but for others, she went into detail. I know some questions were personal but other questions weren't. Many were just about her job but she doesn't seem to like to talk about it which I find odd. I wonder if she is trying to hide something from me. Also, she did tell me that several people have tried to kill her but I don't know why someone would want to kill a police officer several times. Maybe that is a common thing with people to try to kill law enforcement but I don't see why they would. I have never thought about hurting anyone and now that I think of it all of the stories I have heard, other people only do it when they are scared but she is making it seem like it was all planned out.