"Everleigh, please." Stevie was standing outside her bedroom door, repeating herself for the tenth time in half an hour.
Evee didn't give her a chance to talk downstairs- she could hardly get a word out before the teenager was booking it up the stairs and into her room to hide out from all the chaos.
"Everleigh, let's talk about it, please." She begged, jiggling the locked knob once more. "Please..." she wasn't going to have that sort of conversation through the door- that wasn't how it was supposed to be.
Leaning up against their bedroom doorframe at the end of the hallway, Lindsey watched his wife from a distance. "I think we need to just give her some space." He wasn't necessarily annoyed, but he also wasn't too thrilled with how things had transpired either... that wasn't a good way to find out.
Rolling her eyes softly, she tried to ignore him. "Evee?" At that point she just wanted a response- anything that indicated that she was alright on the other side of that door. "Honey, I'm sorry." Her voice was so gentle and so sympathetic... her heart was broken for her daughter.
Suddenly there was a sound of shuffling on the other side, which caused a huge sigh of relief to wash over the older woman. "Mom?" She opened the door slowly, blue eyes instantly melting into the brown orbs. "Stop saying you're sorry..." her voice was just as quiet and as upset as Stevie's.
The blonde sank into the doorframe as her eyes began to gloss over. "Do you want to talk about it?" She knew she shouldn't push anymore than she already had.
That didn't get her very far usually... not with any of her children.
"There's nothing to talk about..." she shook her head softly, not being mean, but also not willingly to show much more emotion than she already did. "I just found out, in the matter of just a few weeks that my entire life has been a lie..." she lingered, also on the verge of tears. "I need a little while just to process it, okay?" She knew that probably wasn't what her mother wanted to hear, but it was what she didn't to do.
She nodded her head gently, bringing her hand up to wipe away some tears. "I didn't want you to find out that way, Evee." She announced, even though she knew she wasn't going to go any further into detail since she'd been asked not to. "I was going to tell you, but I just..." she shrugged a shoulder, not sure she really had a good excuse. "I didn't know how." She admitted, even though it was pretty lame.
Everleigh stared at her for a second, and then she quickly wrapped her in a hug. "I love you." She didn't want to talk about anything else, but she did want her to know that.
No matter what happened- Stevie would always be her mom... Always.
Kissing the top of her head, she closed her tear filled eyes. "I love you more than anything."
They hugged for a long minute and then Ev slipped back into her room, silently assuring Stevie that she would be okay, but she just needed some time to process it all... it was really life altering, that's for sure.
"You alright?" Lindsey asked as soon as Stevie stepped into their bedroom, where he was camped out on the floor with his guitar next to him.
Closing the door behind her, she shook her head as her eyes burned into his. "Do you just struggle with showing sympathy, or what?" Her words were harsh- a lot harsher than normal. "I mean, what the fuck, Lindsey?" She tossed her hands out to her sides, annoyed beyond belief with him.
Creasing a brow, he casually leaned back against the edge of their bed. "What are even talking about?" He wasn't sure where any of that was coming from- they were just fine half an hour earlier.
"You think it's okay that our daughter just hides out in her room?" Stevie was frustrated with everything and since Lindsey was in her line of fire- he was the one to feel the wrath. "Give her some space..." she mimicked his voice, eyes wide and hands still out to her sides.
He raised a brow, trying to decide if she was being serious, or not. "I hate to make anymore suggestions..." he lingered, telling himself not to roll his eyes in front of her. "But we've all had a rough day and I think we need to chill out." He didn't want to fight with her- he hated that.
They didn't argue very often, not anymore at least... He really didn't want to yell, that's for sure.
She chuckled lightly, blinking a couple of times, which let him know that chilling out probably wasn't in their near future. "What do you suggest we do, Lindsey?" She wondered, shifting all her weight from one foot to the other as she watched him push himself up.
"Come on, Steph." He sighed, using the bed at leverage.
"No, honey..." she was being sarcastic when she said that- he could tell. "What chills you out these days?" She used his own words against him, twisting it to fit the argument she was ready to start. "Is it scotch now, or still the fucking whiskey?" She asked, eyes shifting into the coldest set of orbs almost instantly.
She couldn't keep it in any longer- it'd become too much... She was mad at him and he needed to know.
"What is it, Lindsey?" She shouted, not sure why he hadn't answered her yet.
His heart sank into the very pit of his stomach as he brought he ran his hand from his forehead down to his chin. "How'd you find out?" He knew that wasn't what she wanted to hear, but he wanted to know.
"It doesn't matter!" She was loud- so loud, it was impossible not to hear her through the entire house. "How long have you been lying to me?" She asked, heart beating fast as this feeling of pure anxious washed over her.
She thought they were beyond this, but of course not... of course they couldn't just have the perfect marriage- there was always something in the way.
"Are you not going to answer me?" She was so past talking- she was furious.
"I think we should talk about this when tensions aren't so high already." He was still somber... still trying to assure her that it was okay, even though it wasn't.
She scoffed lightly, bringing her hand up to her face to hide how emotional she'd become. "I can't even look at you right now." She shook her head, brows incredibly wrinkled from how sad she was.
"Baby..." he sighed lightly, wanting so badly to wrap her in his arms. "I can sleep downstairs tonight and we can talk in the-"
"No...." She protested immediately. "I think you should probably just go stay with Levy or Kash for tonight."
