Love Isn't Always Fair | a.b

5. Note To Self: Andy loves Batman.

5. Note To Self: Andy loves Batman.

Evelyn's P.O.V

Now what am I going to do? Where am I going to go? Many questions started to invade my mind—despite those thoughts about revenge—It just made me feel really alone. My mother was obviously a huge fan of the cheater, and I bet she’ll blame it all on me when she sees me. My father? Even worse. My whole family are a bunch of hypocrites, that’s what I disliked about them. There was only one thing that I agreed with them, my marriage with Damon. And so, we became the oh so happy family since then. They were some greedy people, I admit. They only wanted me to marry Damon because his father was owner of the biggest company in England. Therefore, our marriage would also be the unity of my father and his father’s companies which in fact, leaves us much beyond wealthy. 

But I didn’t care about that. 

    I only saw him, what made him him, which instantly made me fall for him. I didn’t care if he was wealthy, I didn’t care about the pro’s and con’s that made him. I didn’t. My parents didn’t see that, of course. They only saw with those ambitious eyes of theirs, only seeking fortune and the fame. I was completely aware of this whole situation. But was Damon? Of course, he must’ve known. It must’ve been such a great opportunity he took. Such a good family I have, huh?

Now that I come to think of it, I didn’t feel like going back home. I didn’t feel like it. I’ll just go back to the ordinary fake ass family I got, the “keeping the reputation” motto, fake a smile, and all that bullshit. Of course, growing up was such a fairy tale. I was always surrounded by the luxury, never given a taste of the wretched. But I guess know I’ve come to taste it, isn’t that right? Feeling so miserable afterwards. 

I don’t want to go back. I don’t want to go back.

I kept telling myself. Why should I go back? What would be the reason? I have nobody back at home. Maybe Lola, my maid who’s so nice and actually a very real person like me. But that’s it. The “friends” I have... Don’t even count of friends.

So I’ve lived alone all the time? 

I stared at the TV, blankly. I wasn’t even paying attention to it. I was lost in thought for a second, when suddenly, someone sat next to me.

“Um Evelyn?” He says, trying to get my attention.

I just wait for him to go on.

“I’m sorry,” He says, “For acting like an ass.”

What? He apologized? I stare at him, shocked. “Um, it’s.. ok.” I reply, smiling a bit.

He nods and wraps his arms around his knees, and hugs them close.

“I also apologize, I shouldn’t have taken this on you.” I say honestly, frowning.

He smiles, “It’s ok.”

“So... do you like Batman?” He asked, causing me to turn around to face him completely.

He was wearing that joyful—much more likely childish—smile. It caused his cheekbones to show off a bit more, his strong jaw, and defined eyebrows to raise. I just stared at him, curiously. He was all of a sudden serious, now he’s oh-so happy? How does he do that?

“Um, well, not really.” I whisper, leaning back against the leather couch.

He stares.

When I was about to repeat myself, thinking he didn’t catch it, he had a sudden outburst.