Evan Peters | "ᵃᵈᵒʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ"

𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐢𝐢

WARNING

Mention of abuse and violence.

CONTINUED....

Evan and I had now been friends -even best friends- for a while now. Of course, to me there were more feelings in the way, but I don't want to ruin anything, a coward that I am, so Evan wasn't aware of them.

Something I slowly got aware of about Evan, though, was the fact that his family was troubled. Very troubled. His parents were throwing constant tantrums on each other, not getting physical, but still, from what Evan told me, I knew it hurt him.

One night, it got particularly bad.

I was doing my homework on my desk, when I heard my mom's voice call my name from downstairs.

I frowned and opened the door of my room, jogging down the stairs. Once I reached the base, my eyes met a sight that clenched my heart.

Evan was standing there, in front of the closed door, with my mom -who was super worried- next to him, drenched in rain and with a bloody nose.

I took in a sharp breath. "Oh my god, Evan..." I muttered, my mind already drifting off to the worst case scenario.

I stepped off the stairs and approached him. His eyes were teary and blood was dripping down his nose and towards his chin. He didn't need to talk, and I knew it would break him right now.

So, instead, I immediately wrapped my warms around his torso, trying to transfer as much warmth as I could from my body to his cold and wet one. He wrapped his hands around me, pulling me as close as he could into him, sighing next to my ear.

"Sorry for appearing without notice, I-" Evan started in an apologetic manner, but I just tightened my hold on him.

"Stop. You're not the one to be sorry." I mumbled soothingly, my hands almost shaking from the thought of what possibly had happened.

My mom had disappeared in the kitchen, and now came back holding a bundle of paper and white towel, so me and Evan pulled away.

"Put this on your nose and lean your head backwards. Then we can get you in some other clothes, you'll catch a cold if you stay like that." She said sweetly and handed Evan the paper with a smile.

"Thank you so much Miss Y/L/N. And I'm so sorry for not noticing you beforehand, I really am." Evan apologised again but my mom shook her head and put a hand on his back, ushering him to the living room.

"Are you kidding me? You have no reason to apologise." She comforted him as we entered the living room.

He sat down on the couch and I sat next to him, while doing as my mom told him, and my mom sat on the armchair across us.

I was looking at him worried as hell; I hated seeing him like this, maybe because I had never seen how broken someone collected and calm like him could appear.

"Mom and dad, they were fighting, more than any other time. And I decided to go downstairs and intervene, but my mom threw a shoe towards my dad and it hit me on the nose. After that I just stormed out, and...and I came here." He explained, his voice slightly muffled from the paper he had on his nose.

I looked at him with a frown on my face. That was more serious than I imagined.

"Aren't they worried that you stormed out though?" My mom interjected and Evan shook his head, letting the paper down and crippling it on his hand. He still looked so pretty, even with the tear trails down his cheeks and with the remainders of blood down to his chin.

I tore my gaze away from his face and to my mom. Stop it, Y/N.

"Make yourself comfortable, and please at least notify your parents you'll stay here for the night later. I don't want them to be worried sick." My mom said in a final manner and stood up, ruffling Evan's hair slightly before disappearing towards her study.

Evan mumbled a thank you before sniffing his nose and turning towards me. I stayed there in silence, looking at his features. "Come with me." I said and stood up from the couch, going towards the stairs.

Evan followed shortly behind me, taking in his surroundings since it was the first time he'd been here. We entered my room and I closed the door behind us, before nodding at Evan to sit on my bed.

"I still have that sweater you gave me on my first day at school, you can change into that. And I think here I have some of my older brother's sweatpants." I said, turning around to my closet and going through my stuff with my hands shaking.

I was in shock from what Evan described to have happened. It hurt me the same way it hurt him, if that made any sense. "You don't need to I-" Evan started, and I shook my head.

"I need to, Evan. Let me take care of you. Please." I said, my voice almost cracking. The pain I felt for him was almost crushing my bones. I couldn't imagine having such experiences, and I didn't want to.

My fist clenched around the sweater I held, and with a shaky breath I leaned towards the last drawer of the closet and took out my brother's sweatpants.

I turned around looking at the floor, and extended my hand with the clothes to Evan without looking at him. I felt him take the clothes from my hand, but I heard him stand up and that made me lift my gaze up to meet his eyes in confusion.

But I didn't have any time to utter a word, because he pulled me into his arms, and I wrapped mine around his body quickly, resisting to the urge I had the past moments to hold him. His body towered over mine, but that didn't stop me from holding him as close to me as I could.

"I'm so sorry, Evan. I'm so sorry you have to go through this." I said, and I could feel my voice cracking. I shallowed the lump on my throat while Evan burried his face in the crook of my neck. His tears wetted my skin, but I couldn't care less.

"I hate this, Y/N. I hate this." He whispered through gritted teeth, and it only made my heart clench more.

"I know it hurts, Evan. But you-you need to stay strong, alright? You need to get help, you need to focus on leaving in less than a year, we'll go to university, and everything will get better. I promise you." I managed to utter, and pulled the slightest away from the hug, bringing my hands up to Evan's face and wiping the hot tears that strolled down his cheeks with my fingertips.

He sniffled and looked down at me, biting his bottom lip. I took a deep breath, and let my hands fall down to my sides. "Just find something that you can hold onto until then. And everything will be settled eventually, alright?" I said softly at him, curling my lips into a small smile.

Evan grimaced as if he was about to cry again and pulled my into him again by the back of my neck, resting his chin on top of my head. I hadn't been accustomed to such intimacy and tenderness between me and Evan, and this was new, so new it almost scared me.

"You're the thing I'm holding on to, Y/N." He muttered, and I could feel his lips against the top of my head. My eyes widened at his statement, I didn't know how to respond. I could feel his heart beating fast under my cheek and his breathing quicken.

"Not math?" I jokingly said, but Evan pulled away slightly, his hand moving to the side of my face, while looking down at me with his doe, teary eyes. My breath hitched in my throat.

"No, Y/N. You." He said, three simple words that made butterflies erupt in my stomach. I looked up at him in wide eyes. He didn't say anything else, just ran his thumb across my cheek softly, as if I was fragile.

I didn't understand when he leaned down and our lips connected, but it happened. His lips were soft against mine, and I kissed him back, taking in a breath from my nose realizing what happened.

My hands found their way to his damp sweater, feeling a pack of cigarettes hidden under the front pocket. Our lips parted after a blissful moment, and our noses touched. I almost cried from how good this felt, us, there, and I didn't care if he was drenched in rain or if I could taste the blood and salty tears on his lips. I didn't care. I only cared about him.

"Y/N..." Evan started, but I didn't respond, or gave him time to say anything else, just pulled him by the neckline of his sweater and brought him close once more, pressing my lips against his in a more confident manner.

All I cared about was us, at that moment, and him. Him.