Evan stopped struggling when Joe pressed the knife against him. He felt his body tense up as he closed his eyes. Fear quickly took over him. Was Evan gonna die here? Was Joe crazy enough to actually kill him? Over Ella? Ella. No, Evan couldn't die. Who would warn her about this maniac. He had to get out of there. Evan opened his eyes slowly when Joe pulled away, his breathing grew heavy as he watched Joe carefully. Maybe if he played by Joe's rules...he could make his escape. He jumped in his chair when Joe smashed his phone, mentally groaning. 'I just got that man'
"Hey..hey man come on! What is that needle for?!" He exclaimed, his squirming starting up again as Joe approached him. And without a second to think, Evan felt the sharp needle stick in his neck. Instantly, his entire body felt numb and burning at the same time. He lumped over after Joe untied him, attempting to get up and make a run for it but it was no use. His legs gave out before he could even stand and fell face first into the ground, his arms too weak to even catch him. Evan's frustration took the best of him as his eyes burned with tears and he began to cry out.
"Please...please don't kill me" he cried, turning his body over to lay on his back, the only thing he could do while his body was reacting to whatever Joe put in him. Tears ran down his face as he looked up at the ceiling.
"Okay..okay. I can tell you everything about Ella okay? But you have to promise..you will not hurt Layla..or Ella..or me" he said, his eyes shifting their gaze to Joe before looking back to the ceiling. Evan swallowed hard.
"She's a good girl man, Okay? But she's had..a rough life growing up. She lived in Georgie all her life up until two years ago. Her mother wasn't in the picture from what she told me and her dad was a workaholic and didn't have much time for her. She's an only child but she thinks her mom has a kid with another family but she doesn't know them and doesn't want to know them..." He looked to Joe again hoping that was enough information but the look his received obviously meant for him to continue. Evan looked back up, as his breathing quickened, trying to think of more facts about his friend. 'Come on, think. Your life literally depends on how well you listen to this girl'
"After she dropped out of her first year of college, she started to get into true crime a lot. She's like a junkie for it or something. She got paranoid from all of it and thinks she has a stalker after getting random texts from an unknown number, but I didn't have to heart to tell her it was me playing a prank on her on my burner phone all these months...She started up a pod cast for true crime but got like no views so it kind of bummed her out...she hates social media but can't spend a day without it. Um, she has two Facebook accounts, one is strictly for her family and the other one she uses a fake name under. It's the same name she uses for her dating apps. But she posts a lot of her more personal, deep, dark stuff on it.." Evan let out a deep breath, trying to blink away the tears that just kept flowing.
"Um-she always said she grew up wanting to live in a city after living in the country all her life. She imagined life in New York to be..exciting..poetic...romantic..she thought she would go to a rooftop bar, listen to a local band play where she could lock eyes with a mysterious man and have a kiss in the rain love story. She dreams big.." A small smile started spread across Evan's lips as they quivered slightly. "She likes authentic things, and her favorite food is Italian. Her favorite color is purple and puppies make her cry. When she's happy, her eyes squint and a dimple appears on her chin..and when she's sad..she smiles..the saddest smile I've ever seen.. " the tears that traced down Evan's face began to slowly stop as his vision blurred slightly. He turned his head to face Joe, a flash of annoyance and anger in his eyes.
"She wants to get married...have a white picket fence, a golden retriever, and 6 kids, all girls. She wants to be a soccer mom that drives a mini van and takes her kids out to ice cream after each game and fights other moms that pick on her kids...she wants a life..a life I know you will never be able to give her. Because you're the type of person..that she will grow to hate...she'll figure you out..and you're little...'obsession' with her...ha..it's gonna be something you will regret.." he spoke through gritted teeth as his eyebrows narrowed.
