Callie Rose

Chapter 17

Callie Rose

Evan was currently across the room, he had been for quite a while now and after some time of standing idly and contemplating his next moves he dialed a number and began talking to someone.

How stupid could I have been to believe I could ever even keep it from him in the first place.

I didn't even need to beg Trey into keeping my secret, something i had made sure to do while he was still here and he gave in to it, for a while I thought I could get away without him finding out, at least not from Trey.

But Evan had found out all on his own.

After he helped ice the nasty gash on my face he proceeded to the other side of the room where he was currently engaged with someone on the other line while I sat on his counter helping myself to some ice cream I found in his fridge.

I tried my best not to pry into his conversation but I couldn't help myself, I needed something to relieve me, something to assure me that this whole situation wasn't as bad as it looked but I knew deep down that it was even far worse that what I would be hoping it to be.

God knew what Evan even planned to do and the worst thing was there was no way I would be able to stop him because the gleam in his eyes showed that he was hellbent on fulfilling whatever twisted method of revenge he had planned out on my parents.

And if not for our current curcumstances of engagement I wouldn't fear the outcome of his confrontation to my parents.

Not that I didn't want him to confront them I wanted that more than anything only with an exclusion of the consequences

Because I as much as anyone could not shy away from the fact that my parents intentions with me were far from good.

And that was only because of Evan he made me see, slowly but eventually that the relationship I had with my parents (if there was even one at all to begin with) was the farthest thing from what you could call normal.

I don't know why it took me so long to finally realize that, I could only blame myself for being so naive, so stupid so blindly trusting; it was my fault and regardless of what other people told me I would keep believing that.

Maybe if I had realized this earlier it would have saved Evan from the stress of having to defend poor helpless me, if only I had listened to him but I was stupid, too stupid.

What must he even think of me?
Do he think I was unable to do anything for myself?, or that I was weak and useless?.

It was nothing I wouldn't be hearing twice.

I nevertheless sat and picked at my ice cream tuning out Evan's conversation from my mind, the last thing I wanted was to know his intentions it would only make me more nervous, more anxious and that would not be good.

A hand on my thigh however brings me out of my thoughts and as I inhale Evan's musky scent I now realize that he's done talking on the phone and he's now standing in front of me a hand positioned on my thigh and another one cupping the side of my face that's not injured in a careful manner.

Almost as if he felt that if he squeezed to hard I would break.

His eyes are intense and free from all sort of hostility but that soon ends when his gaze falls upon my bruised cheek.

His expression goes stoic once again.

"Trey will be over soon to watch you while I step out for a bit, are you comfortable staying with him?"