Broken Rings

Chapter 24

Autumn POV:

After what felt like an eternity, I finally walked out of the courthouse.

The courthouse was the biggest building in town—and you couldn't miss it when you drove past it.

I'm already on step two of my plan, but I haven't done the first step yet.

It's been only a couple of weeks since that day and Damian still isn't answering my call or texts. Which is fine, but at the same time, it really isn't.

But I finally started getting somewhere, after talking with James, I figured if Damian isn't going to answer me yet, then I should do the other things I set on doing.

I went to the courthouse and finally filled out the forms I needed to get a restraining order on Matthew, which took an incredibly long time.

But I got that out of the way.

Now all I'm waiting for is the judge to review my application and approve it so there will be a hearing between me and Matthew.

And if the judge grants me the order, then Matthew can't legally harass me anymore.

And if not, then I might have to do it my way.

But hopefully, I won't have to resort to that.

It has to get approved, it just has too.

As I'm feeling so accomplished about this, I open my car door and as I'm about to get it—He shows up unexpectedly.

I didn't even expect him to even show his face again, I don't know how he even found me or he was just unconvincing here at the same time as me.

I closed my door and walked over to him, as he stood still and smirked at me, knowing full well what damage he caused.

That little smirking bastard.

I don't know what came over me in that moment—it's like I had an outer body experience, like I was seeing yourself do something that I normally don't do.

Once I was in front of him as he watched me the whole time, he was about to say something until I quickly raise my hand and slap Evan across his face, the slap must of been so hard that it whipped his head around.

The pent up rage and adrenaline quickly wear off and I felt my hand stinging from the impact of the slap.

I was even stunned that I did that, I have never done that before.

Well—there's a first time for everything.

Even finally regained his composure, he touched his cheek as he stared at me with confusion.

Once he moved his hand, I saw how badly I had slapped him. His cheek is staining red and it looks like it will form a little bit of a bruise.

Now normally, I would probably get on my knees and beg for forgiveness, but this is Evan we're talking about.

"You—" Evan started to say, but I cut him off.

"You are a pathetic piece of shit, you have nothing better to do than to ruin perfectly good people" I angrily said, "You even go to the extent of bringing others into your shit, thinking it's fine, but it's actually pitiful"

I paused before I continue, "You fucking expect other people to figure out your shit, new flash, no one cares, they are too worried about their own shit"

I might not be making sense, and my words are probably going into one ear and out the other because Evan doesn't even try to talk anymore, he just stands there, weirdly calm, too calm.