𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺, they say. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴, they whisper.
These words did not reach Evangeline's ears when she decides to sneak out of the house one night.
Being locked up...
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miro blakely
"Miro, we need to hurry the fuck up. We will be on the news in a few hours. We need to go." The one who hired us to kill those men texted and told us that St. James Junior had a hidden camera in his office because he knew we were after him. And now the video of us taking the life of James will be in the police's hands. He paid the police to wait for a few more hours so we would have time to leave. But with only one condition; never coming back to Brookside.
"I'm coming," I yelled back at Reed as I put the letter into my jacket, took my suitcases, and left my room. It took everything in me not to look around because I knew that in every single corner, I would see Evangeline.
"Finally," Reed murmured as he saw me at the top of the stairs.
And then a knock made itself heard. At first, I hoped it would be Evangeline. And then I wished it wasn't her. Because she would have asked me not to leave and I'm afraid I would have listened to her.
But when Matteo opened the door, a girl about Evangeline's age stayed in front of us. "I know I came a little early but my train arrived faster." Said the girl that would live in this house for a few months.
Reed and Matteo talked to her but I was too busy thinking about Evangeline to hear any of the shit they talked about.
Evangeline was the only thing I could think about since she left. She texted me and said her parents aren't sure what to do about her but she'll get an answer as soon as the school starts. We texted every single day since then. She called me an idiot over one hundred times, made me hard just as many and she made me feel as guilty, without even wanting to, as I possibly could.
"You won't touch the suspended chair on the balcony, understood? I'll have someone take it as soon as possible." I don't want anyone, especially another girl, to sit in the chair I bought for Evangeline. In the same seat, Evangeline read, talked, and ate.
"Oh, sure, no problem."
After my friends talked to her about payment and after Reed was done flirting with her, we put our luggage in the trunk and it took everything in me not to drive to Evangeline's school, drop on my knees, and beg for her forgiveness.
Evangeline will hate me. In about a few hours, she will hate me and resent me for everything I will put her through. All her suffering and pain and tears and anger; she will hate me so much for it. But this is for the better. I kept telling myself. Evangeline was too pure for the world I live in. And if we got even deeper involved in our relationship, I'm afraid she would have ended up hurt or dead.
She needs to be alive to hate me.
And I rather have her hate me than have her die. Because of me. I already have my sister in my consciousness. I truly don't need Evangeline, either.
"You might want to stop clenching your fists if you don't want to break the steering wheel. Just saying." Reed tried to be funny as usual. It's his way of cutting the tension.
