𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥.
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In a world where control is everything, Evelyn is about to lose it all.
Plunged into a downward spiral, she discovers that her carefull...
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I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing. I groan, grabbing my phone to turn it off. I answer without looking at the caller ID, instantly regretting it.
"Hello?" My raspy, tired voice asks.
"Where the hell are you, Evelyn? You haven't been home in hours. We thought you were kidnapped!" Freya shouts into the phone, making me pull it away.
I groan, stuffing my face in the pillow. "Maybe I should've been kidnapped." I mumble before hanging up. I turn the opposite direction, hitting a hard surface. I open my eyes and look at Xander who is asleep next to me.
This feels wrong. I mean, we didn't do anything, right? I hope not. God, I feel like I'm betraying Ollie.
I look down and see that I'm still in my dress. Thank god. I carefully, quietly climb out of the bed and grab my phone before walking toward the window. I really do have a knack for windows.
Makes it more fun.
Shut up, subconscious. No one asked you.
I grab my heels and glance at Xander one last time before jumping out of the window. I land on the ground and take off toward the manor. I climb in through my window and change into one of Ollie's old shirts.
It's bigger on me, fitting me like a dress. It still smells like him. My eyes gloss over, tears ready to fall, but I blink them away. My head is pounding, crying will only make it worse. I climb into bed, digging my face into the pillow. I hear my door open, but I don't look up to see who it is.
"Lynn, where were you?" Freya asks, but I don't answer. "You disappeared yesterday and no one could get ahold of you. What if you were kidnapped?"
I can't breathe, but I don't care. Even if I suffocate myself, I'll just wake up hours later. Sometimes, it sucks being immortal.
"Evelyn, I asked you a question. Where were you?" She asks, her voice slow and demanding.
"The club. Can you leave now?" I question, my voice muffled from the pillow.
"Let me guess, you got laid." She scoffs. "Oliver would be so disappointed." She mumbles, but I hear her.
My head shoots up and to her. "Don't you dare use him as an excuse to get me to quit doing shit you don't like! I am grieving! You using him as an excuse to discipline me is not going to help me! Ever!" She gawks at me, taken aback. "Leave." I demand, pointing to the door.
Shockingly enough, she leaves. I slam my door shut and spell it closed, silencing my room. I turn my head to the pillow and scream. I scream until my scream turns into sobs. How dare she bring Oliver into this?
She knows I am in pain and she had the audacity to bring him up? Say he'd be so disappointed? I know he would be. He was the only one keeping me on my feet.
