Chasing Evelyn

Bonus Chapter 1

-Elijah Harper-

*TW*

"You sure we won't get in trouble?" Evelyn asks staring at the building, I shrug "I'm sure Alastair will cover for us." I said.

We came back, Evelyn holds the matches as I hold the gasoline. This place had to go this might not be the last step of us healing but I'm sure it'll help knowing no one can be in this place and go through what we went through.

She nods slowly "if you don't want to do this angel I won't force you." I say looking at her, she takes a second to look at me "I want to do this." She said making me nod.

I can tell she is hesitant but she still walked in with me, we made sure no one was in here before pouring the gasoline.

I freeze outside the door, I hesitantly open it and it's still just how it was, the bed to the wall the fridge not far.

I still remember everything that happened, a few years ago I got the Medusa tattoo.

Evelyn was still trying to get better and so was I, the panic attacks are still bad.

I'm just glad we don't have to deal with the 'presents' we'd get on out birthdays.

How ever old we were turning was how long it happened for.

The door opens and he walks in, Evelyn is thankfully asleep by my side.

He grins down at me "hey there little one, ready for your birthday presents?" He said.

I hesitate I look down at the girl next to me and back to him before nodding.

I didn't want her to get hurt if I didn't agree, she doesn't deserve what I'm supposed to be getting.

"What was that? You know what I've said about ignoring the question Elijah." Devon speaks.

"Yes." I said, he smiled and nodded "then lets go." He said turning around, I slowly get up not wanting to wake Evelyn and follow him.

"I'll let you choose what's first since it's your eighth birthday." He said, I sighed "just get it over with." I grumbled.

I could tell he was smirking as he opened the door, I walked to the bed as he grabbed a bottle.

He opened it and walked back towards me forcing my head up to drink it.

I just do as he wants so he won't hurt her, I wouldn't be able to live with myself knowing I'm the reason she's begging for help, begging for him to stop, for someone to hear her pleads.

I shift uncomfortably seeing him start to take his clothes off then mine, I force myself to just lay there and not cry.

But I do, I cry and beg for him to stop "please stop, please I'm sorry" I pleaded, what is wrong with me? Why am I doing this. She'll get hurt.

"Keep talking and see what'll happen to your precious Evelyn, what do you think your doing with her." He grits forcefully grabbing my arm digging his nail into the cuts I've made.

"Answer me Elijah. What the fuck do you think your doing with her." He says again.

I can't answer. I'm too scared I feel so pathetic right now, a pained whimper comes from me when he yanks my hair back "I asked you a fucking question." He yells.

I'm thrown to the floor and seeing him stare down at me "I-I'm sorry I'm just trying to help her." I say backing up.

Devon chuckled and drank most of the alcohol before throwing the bottle at me, a satisfied smile makes its way on his lips when he sees the blood running down my body, the familiar burn is what I focus on.