Malevolence

Chapter 19:

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

Evelyn:

"Evelyn..." Ransom's voice is small.

His face has turned pale, like he has seen a ghost, or he is so shocked that I overheard what he said to Will. Either way, I don't care because I am so angry at Ransom for keeping secrets from me.

First he goes behind my back and messages my father to be at my house when I was planning on staying there.

And he did that purposefully so that my father would make me drive back to this house.

Now I discover that my father wanted me to end up with someone who would physically hurt me and is damaged.

Well, to be fair, you did end up with someone damaged...someone who is beautiful though...

"I should go." Will states, standing up. He picks up his coat and leaves the house hastily, without even glancing at Ransom or me.

Why didn't he say goodbye? He didn't even utter a word when he left, but I can worry about that later. I can always text Will when I get a chance.

Right now, I need to keep my focus – and anger – on Ransom.

"How could you do this?" I ask in utter disbelief, narrowing my eyes. "You..." I inhale. "You are the reason I cannot go to my own house, and you are the reason my father has disowned me. To top it off, you are also the reason why somebody else is living in my own house."

Now I know my father is letting Frank stay in my house out of spite, but I don't care. Someone else, who is practically a stranger in my eyes is living in my house. That is my house. I do pay for the bills and for the house. It. Is. My. House!

Ransom doesn't respond and he seems to just stand like a statue, staring at me with wide blue eyes.

Gorgeous blue eyes.

No! Wait! Stop thinking about how beautiful his eyes are!

I mentally snap back to reality and I cross my arms. "Oh? So now you're speechless? Because a minute ago, you were fine with talking to Will. Now that I am here, you cannot utter a word? Not even a cough?" I say with an agitated tone.

Ransom still does not speak. He remains standing tall, gawking at me.

Why is he suddenly so silent? Usually, Ransom is the one speaking openly and not keeping his mouth closed.

I puff. "Fine! If that is how you are going to be, then I don't need to stand her and stare at you while you do...nothing. Absolutely nothing." I turn around and purposefully stomp up the stairs, but instead of stomping into Ransom's bedroom, I stomp toward the spare bedroom. I want to be in another room other than Ransom's bedroom, and the spare bedroom is it.

I purposefully slam the door and I turn around, leaning against the door and I slide down onto the floor. I look straight ahead and realize that the bed is back. How did the bed – oh! Will and Ransom must have moved the bed back while I was asleep.

Does that mean Will saw me sleeping? Wait! Why do I care? I'm not attracted to Will in that way.

I must admit, that bed looks very inviting...and plus I am still tired...very tired.

I stand up and walk over to the bed, collapsing onto it and I close my eyes. The swelling has gone down on my jaw, but it still hurts, so I cannot lay on that side of my face.

My father didn't even apologize for punching me. I know it was not intentional, but still, he could have apologized! He could have just sent me a message, but I know he won't. He doesn't care about me. Correction: He never cared about me.