Touch In The Dark

Chapter 24

Evelyn's POV

Aloof

(Adjective)

Remote or distant in manner

Dear Diary,

The date with Mark went perfectly! He kissed me and didn't poke fun at the fact that I don't have much experience. I didn't tell him that I've only had a few kisses in my life, but it'd be obvious, right? It's embarrassing that I couldn't stop laughing at myself. I think I had my anxious laugh playing through. But he just laughed along with me until some grumpy man hushed us. I threw popcorn at him, and he was fuming! It was hilarious! Dimitri on the other hand...he showed up with blood covering him. I thought he got into a wreck or something, but it was not his blood. I oddly didn't find it disgusting, I was more worried about the other guy who's blood he wore. I didn't see him again yesterday after my date with Mark, I wonder if he had a date of his own.

I close my diary and put it back into the vent.

I really don't feel like going to work today. Then again, when do I ever feel like going to work? My mom never made me get a job, she wanted me to be a kid for as long as I could, and I cherish her for that. She didn't force me to grow up too fast or force me to do the impossible. She was good, if anyone is good, she was.

Clothed in a fitted tan dress, I look in the mirror.

My tummy hangs slightly through the tight dress, my hands come up and feel the blubber I'm not used to having. I guess I kind of let myself go since mom died. I've never really had to work out but I know Dimitri has a gym here that I can try to take advantage of. Maybe I can try it out after work.

With peeling the dress off my skin, it's thrown on the floor.

Once I finally pick out a beautiful dress with a black belt, I feel a sharp cramp in my abdomen.

"Fuck." I complain.

I check myself and I do in fact have blood on my undergarments.

"Why? Just why?" I look up at the ceiling.

"Evelyn? What's wrong? We're late." Dimitri knocks on my door.

My knees touch the ground behind my bed to hide my body, I thought he would've just walked in.

"Sorry! I'm getting dressed now I- I just need ten minutes!"

"Anything I can do to help speed up the process?" He asks.

Actually...

"Would you mind grabbing me some pain pills so I can take them in the car?" I ask while crawling to my pads that I keep in my closet, so nobody has to see them.

"Pain pills? What happened? Are you hurt?" He wiggles the knob of my door. Good thing I remembered to lock it, I wasn't sure if I did or not.

"Open the door piccola."

{baby}

"I'm okay I swear. Just go get the damn pain pills!" I grow irritated.

"Fottuto monello." He says with his footsteps walking away.

{Fucking brat}

I scoff at the Italian rolling out of his mouth while I grab my pack of wet wipes and a new pair of panties.

After cleaning myself up, I slip on a pair of black slacks and a red blouse knowing that I can't wear white and be comfortable at the same time.

Putting black flats on my feet, then walking out my bedroom door with a squeezing feeling in the low pits of my stomach.