Hit Me, Again. [Evan Peters]

Chapter 7

Haven't updated this story in like a month, but it got a hundred new reads, so I figured I would keep going. I was thinking of stopping it, but I came up with a different CRAZY ending that I couldn't be more excited about! You should VOTE, Comment what you think will happen, and become a fan! I'm much better at updating everything else. Thanks for reading! -Lauren

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I closed the door of my apartment, a smile on my face as I bit down on my bottom lip. I had never had feelings like this before. Throughout my entire life, I always looked down upon people who fell in love so easily, but here I was doing the same thing.

Pulling my hair into a ponytail, I walked to my bedroom and crawled into bed. It was late and I had had a really long day. It didn't take me very long to fall asleep.

In my dream, I was with Evan. We would be sitting under a tree, except every now and then we would start to hear sirens go off. There was a distance between us. I knew it was a dream.

"You look very beautiful today, Rosemary," he would repeat every now and then. I kept wanting him to say something else, but it was like a broken record just repeating itself over and over again.

The sirens started to go off again. I turned back to check the direction they were coming from, but realized that the sound was all over. I looked back at Evan. He'd stopped talking, and was now blank faced. His eyes had gone completely dark.

"Evan."

"You need to wake up, Rosemary! You need to wake up from this dream, Rosemary!" He stood up and started shouting the new words again.

I shot up in bed with a cold sweat. I looked at the clock to see that it wasn't even eight o' clock yet. There was no way I was going to go back to sleep. Not after that nightmare.

In the kitchen, I made a cup of coffee and turned on the TV to a news channel.

"Car crash leaves man dead." It seems like everything on the news was bad now. There was never anything good. I changed it to an episode of I Love Lucy and walked back to my bedroom to get my writing journal. I sat down on the couch with my pen in hand.

I kept expecting the words to just start flowing from my hands, but there was nothing. This was strange for me. My body must still be jittery from the bad dream. My phone buzzed on the table and I checked to see that it wasn't Evan. It was my mother.

"You haven't answered any of my calls lately. Your sister said she talked to you. I'm stopping by later today."

I groaned at the thought of seeing my mom again. It had been almost a month since I'd last seen her, which was a great accomplishment considering we lived in the same city.

My mom was never a great woman. She was a smoker and an alcoholic. She had Annette when she was sixteen after she dated my dad in high school. They got a divorce after my dad grew too physical for her to handle. I won't lie and say I didn't recieve a few scars in those years.

My mom was a tad better now that she was with Ryan. I liked him okay. He worked on a farm outside of the city. He provided for my mom, so i didn't have to, which was great.

As much as I didn't want to reply again, I sent back a quick response.

"What time?"

"Noon," was her response. I still had almost four hours to spare and to mentally prepare myself.

The next hours were spent cleaning and doing my laundry. I didn't need my mom thinking I needed her in any way. I was on my own and independent now. I sat at the table with a bowl of reheated macaroni and cheese and thought about my dream last night. All morning, it had been at the back of my head bothering me and taunting me.

I think I love Evan, but how am I supposed to be sure? It had only been a few days, and it wasn't like I'd spent all that time with him. In reality, if you counted it all up, it was only several hours. You couldn't possibly fall in love with someone in a few hours, could you?

There was knocking on my front door. I placed the bowl in the sink and walked over to answer it. I checked my hair in the mirror next to the door before opening it. My mom stood in front of me, puffing her cigarette.

"You going to let me in, or what?"
"I guess I don't have much of a choice now."
"I don't need your sass today."
"And I don't need yours. Why are you here anyways?"

She stepped in a butted out her cigarette on the tray for my keys. "What? A mother can't stop and catch up with her own daughter?"

"You've never cared before."

She made herself comfortable on the couch. "I saw you got into a bit of a situation at the park the other day? What was that about?"

"Nothing. I was out on a date. It was all a misunderstanding. Don't worry about me."

"Don't mind if I do. Tell me about the date? You've never been the type to go out. I thought you were a lesbian."

"That was a stage, mom. If you bothered to talk to me, you would know that ended shortly after it started.  I met a boy the other day. He's a good guy."

"Does he have a name? This isn't a big town. I might know him."

"Evan. I don't know his last name."

"You don't know his last name?"

"No. He might've told me, but I don't recall anything..." It was strange that I didn't know his last name, yet here I was willing to throw myself at him.

My mom pulled another cigarette out of her bag and lit it.

"Put that out."

My mom raised her eyesbrows at me.

"This isn't your house. Put it out or get out."

She took a long inhale and blew it out, forming a ring of smoke. She then put the light out on my table directly, leaving a small pile of ash. "Whatever. I don't have time for this. Ryan and I are driving to the town over for the night. Don't call us if you need anything."

I shut the door behind her as she walked out.

"Wouldn't plan on it..."

I walked back over to my phone, which lit up on the kitchen counter. 

"Rosemary. I would like to spend some time with you today if you aren't busy. From Evan."

Again with Evan. It was always Evan.

"That sounds fantastic! I know a local band playing in the park tonight? It's free if you want to go!"

"I'll pick you up at 8?"

"Perfect. See you then."

It had always been Evan.