Malevolence

Chapter 4:

Please read the Writer's note before you continue to read this chapter.

Evelyn:

"It came from upstairs." Harlan says, and I hear footsteps drawing closer to me.

If they see me like this...in my underwear...lying on the floor...

Could this get any worse?

I scramble to stand up, but I fall back again, only this time, a hand catches me.

"Clumsy as always." Ransom irritably says.

"Just get away from me." I fume at Ransom.

Ransom arches his brow. "You really want to argue right now? When Marta and my granddad are walking up the stairs, and you are still in your underwear?"

I open my mouth to answer back, but Ransom picks me up and hastily walks into the spare bedroom I usually stay in. After Ransom drops me on the floor in the room, he runs out and returns back with my dress in his hand. He ran out so fast that I didn't even have time to move my body to leave this room.

Ransom closes the door, and locks it. He flings my dress onto the floor, which I pick up and throw on the bed. I also decide to sit on the bed, crossing my arms, staring at Ransom.

Great! I thought I didn't have to look at Ransom's beautiful face until Harlan's birthday...but yet here I am...looking at his beautiful face, just with a beard this time.

Ransom turns around and looks at me with a sullen expression. "What? Would you have preferred for them to see you in your underwear? Your wet underwear I might add." he points his finger toward my lower body.

I look down and cross my legs and huff. "Could you just once, leave me alone?" My tone is harsh.

"Ah...and let Harlan and Marta see this." Ransom points to the wet patch on his pants.

I giggle, covering my mouth. It looks like...well it looks like Ransom wet his pants.

"I wouldn't laugh if I was you." Ransom warns, his eyes staring at me.

"At least I have a dress that will cover my wet underwear." I simper.

Ransom gazes ahead of me and frowns. "Why don't you just shower?" he points to the bathroom.

I tilt my head to the side. "Because I am leaving this house." I draw out each word out.

Ransom scoffs. "You're not leaving."

I clench my jaw. "Yes I am." I stand up and slide my dress over my body, and then I walk toward the door. "Now move out of my way."

Ransom leans against the door, crossing his arms like he is a security guard blocking me from leaving. "You're not going anywhere." he says with determination in his voice.

I heavily sigh. "Just let me leave! I want to leave this house."

"Uh-uh." Ransom shakes his head. "Not happening."

"Ransom!" I mewl in frustration. "You told me what happened on that morning when I caught you, and I listened, so can you just let me leave this house?" I whimper.

"I don't want you to leave." Ransom declares.

"Why not?" I whine, stomping my foot.

Ransom closes his eyes briefly before opening them again. "Even though I told you what really happened that morning, you still don't believe me."

I take a step back, nearly tripping on my feet, my eyes wide in astonishment.

He's right!