Malevolence

Chapter 12:

Please read the Writer's note before continuing with this chapter.

Evelyn:

"I'm waiting for an answer." My dad grunts. "Why did you decide to dress like that?"

I look down to see what I actually dressed into, since I was in a hurry to get out the house before Ransom could catch me.

I am wearing band t-shirt with a maroon color knee high flared skirt, and I have black and white sneakers on. I look like a fan of some rock band.

I look at my father and raise my hands. "What's wrong with the clothes I'm wearing?"

My dad shakes his head disapprovingly. "You look like a slut. I wouldn't have let you leave the house dressed like that." he jeers.

He raises his voice loud enough that a couple sitting opposite him hears what he just said to me.

I look at the couple briefly, who snicker quietly between them, and then I look back to my father. "My skirt is to my knees, it isn't above my knees." I point out.

My father silently groans, rolling his eyes. "Just sit down. I don't want people in this restaurant thinking I have a slut for a daughter." he hisses.

Wow! Can he be any meaner? And why did I agree to this again, when I knew my father would ridicule me?

I roll my eyes, sighing, and I sit down opposite my father.

"Don't roll your eyes at me like some spoilt brat." My dad snarls.

"So you're step-children are not spoilt?" I fire back, my voice breaking slightly.

Don't cry! Don't burst out crying!

"They are civilized. Unlike you." My dad sneers.

"How so?" I challenge.

My dad closes his eyes, flaring his nostrils. "They do not answer back, nor do they dress in slutty clothing." My dad eyes me out.

I puff. "So if I were to wear jeans and a long sleeve shirt, would I be considered a slut then?" I emphasize.

My father exhales, glaring at me. "Don't test me little girl." he says through clenched teeth, his eyes blazing with...rage? hatred? fury?

And why did he call me 'little girl'? Again?

I inhale. "I'm not a little girl." I mumble.

"Then don't act like that." My dad remarks.

Just as I am about to snap back, a waiter approaches our table. He looks quite young, like a graduate. He has dark hair with blue streaks at the top of his hair, his eyes are light brown and he has a silver stud by his left eyebrow.

He actually looks kind of cute, almost baby-like.

"Welcome, sir, and to you, child."

Excuse me...what?

"My name is Lucas, and I will be -"

"Excuse me, but I am an adult." I correct him.

Lucas looks at me up and down, and puffs. "Sure you are."

WHAT?

"Here are the menus." Lucas hands a menu to my father and I. "I'll be back shortly to take your order."

"No need." My dad says. "We are going to order right now." he gestures to me and then to himself.

Wait! We are? I haven't even looked at the menu yet.