Will We Talk?

39- Laughter

Evie's POV:

"Oi oi!" Sam yelled from our table, standing up from his chair as he took notice of Dean walking into the pub.

It was New Years Eve and we were having a few pre-drinks before heading to Fran and Rylee's house to celebrate the New Year. No one else had been to their home yet, and they were in for a shock at how massive it is, especially as most of the group lived in apartments. Luckily, Sam and I agreed to completely forget about the incident that happened on Christmas. Not my finest moment, but it had to be done.

"Alreet lass?" Dean asked, pulling me from my thoughts, quite literally as his hand had grabbed mine already and pulled me up.

"Course I am. How are you doing?" I replied, hugging him back.

"The best I can be. You did let Fran know I can't make it right?" he questioned, sitting in the chair next to Sam.

"Aye, she said its fine." I smiled, before finishing the glass of Rekorderlig in front of me.

"What? You aren't coming tonight?" Sam sighed, shoulders dropping in disbelief, "Why not?"

"The missus isn't well." he explained, looking equally as defeated as Sam.

"I'm off to get a round, what yous wanting?" I said, standing from the sticky pub table again.

"Same as please babe." Sam smiled.

"Whatever Sam's getting for me please pet." Dean replied.

I nodded in response and pulled some money from the pocket of my jeans while approaching the bar. The barmaid working was around the corner serving someone when I got there, so I stood with my back against the bar and watched the TV screen overhead. That was until I felt a gentle tap on the shoulder, alerting me from my daze. It was obvious they had given me a shock as I flinched.

Ever since Christmas, I've felt a bit shaken up and on edge at every given moment as some part of me thinks he's back to taunt me again. Its tiring me- constantly looking over my shoulders when I'm alone, praying he doesn't sneak up on me. I'd also made a habit of frequently checking my doors every hour whenever Sam wasn't in the apartment with me. Not only that, but I haven't had a good night's sleep since Christmas Eve. Sam must be getting sick of my constant tossing and turning and fear from night terrors. Hopefully, this bit of alcohol will soothe my nerves a little and I'd actually be capable of sleeping tonight.

"You alreet?" I pondered at the stranger ahead of me.

He was taller than me, around Dean's height, maybe, and he stood with a confident expression on his face. His hair was gelled flat to his head and his figure was bulky- obviously a university student who found themselves exploring the wrong part of Newcastle, talking to the wrong woman to question right now.

Can't lie, I was a little scared at this point. The first wrong word to fall from his mouth would be enough for my fist to collide with his jaw.

"Didn't mean to startle you, love." he comforted, "I'm here with my mates and we couldn't help but notice how gorgeous you looked." he examined me head to toe, judging me, making me become stiff with panic. True to his words, there were a bunch of lads behind him who were sniggering at him.

"Cheers." I muttered, looking around to see where the server was. Immediately, I was let down as she was in deep discussion with one of her coworkers.