Callie Rose

Chapter 18

Callie

  The look on Treys face is completely unfazed, unbothered even. It looked to me like he didn't care or he thought this situation was an everyday occurrence.

Evan's still standing, just at the doorway his eyes are boring straight into mine as I his. I'm unable to decipher exactly what he's feeling but I can read his expression a series of guilt and regret fill his features and I can only wonder why.

There's tension in the room, any idiot could be able to tell that, more so between Evan and I and Trey on the other hand is leaning against the side of the wall his hands folded right across his chest and he suddenly clears his throat which startles me a bit, I had almost become unaware of his presence.

I suddenly felt embarrassed and uncomfortable.

"Um, I think that's my cue to leave." He walks to my side and offers me a side hug, one I return reluctantly.

"See you monday Callie"

"See you" my voice is small, almost a whisper but I assume he hears me because after he nods a small goodbye to Evan, who barely acknowledges him, he's out the door leaving me and Evan once again in an uncomfortable silence.

My gaze once again shifts it's attention to his bruised knuckles that was surely starting to swell and I winced both from imagining how he got them and from how painful they looked.

Evan though didn't seem to look like he was in any pain, he just continued staring at me whilst remaining completely unresponsive.

Deciding that I wasn't going to spend the night just staring I walk over to him and take his hand in mine, ignoring all the other instincts that Jab at me to bombard him with questions, about where he went and what in earth he did.

But instead I caress his knuckles and cup the side of his face, although my hand quickly flails back to my sides when I recognize my actions as too bold, too straightforward.

I was definitely neither one of those things.

"A-are you okay?"

I mentally scold myself for asking that question, of course he wasn't okay he may have looked like it but who couldn't be certain that he was hurting on the inside.

Evan's expression changes completely and his face softens while breaking out into a soft grin directed at me.

"I'm fine Rosie"

"Are you sure?, those look like they really hurt".

Before he can dismiss it again I frantically look around the living room and my eyes light up when I spot a a first aid kit sticking out from where it had been stuffed inside one of his drawers. I smile and head towards it thinking it perfectly convenient for the current situation at hand.

"Come on" I make my way to the first aid kit and he follows suit behind me as I prop myself up on the counter and begin to bandaged his busted palms.

While I do so he just stares at me, not saying anything at all and then suddenly he places his hands on mine, stopping me and calming my hands that are for some reason, shaking terribly.

I look up to  meet his eyes that are already staring right into mine and I sigh.

"Evan what happened tonight? Where did you go?"

He runs his now bandages knuckles through this knotted shaggy locks of hair and exhales, he was frustrated.

"It's nothing baby I just ran into a little misunderstanding is all, you don't need to worry about it"