SOMETHIN' STUPID! sam winchester

INTRODUCTION!

EVIE SOLACE used to be afraid of the dark. It was a fear that clung to her like a shadow, a constant companion born from the countless nights spent hunting creatures that thrived in the depths of night. But growing up with parents who hunt the supernatural, she had learned early on to put her fears aside and focus on survival. Before she even learned to drive, Evie knew how to wield a gun, throw a knife and swing a machete. She could fire an arrow from a bow, throw a punch and break a nose. Her parents had taught her everything she needed to know about the supernatural life. Now Evie was in her early twenties and she found herself facing a different kind of darkness — one that lurked within the confines of her own relationship. She had always prided herself on her independence, her strength, her ability to take down monsters with ease. But somehow, she had let herself become a victim, a prisoner, a hostage in her own relationship. It was a truth she was struggling to admit. It wasn't just the bruises and the lies and the threats. It was the fact that he had taken away her strength, her self-worth, her dignity. She didn't know how to break free from it, how to find her way out of this mess. She tried, believe her, she tried so many times to escape him but he was like a monster who held on to her and refused to let go.

She had lost count of the number of times she had picked up the phone to call Sam and Dean Winchester, her childhood friends and hunting partners. The Winchesters, her family. Every time she thought about calling, however, the words got stuck in her throat and she couldn't get them out. How could she call them after all this time? It had been around four years since she went on her own and gave up hunting. Four years since she moved away and decided to settle down with him. Him. Her boyfriend, the love of her life, the person who was supposed to make her happy. Only he didn't. Well, not anymore. At first he had been good. Kind and sweet and loving and caring. He made her smile and feel happy and safe. But somewhere along the way, something had changed and he began to show his true colors. He started controlling every aspect of her life. When she was allowed to see her friends, who she was allowed to hang out with, what she could and couldn't do, how she should dress, who she could and couldn't speak to. And when she fought back, he would use his strength against her. That was the worst part. She could handle the anger and the screaming and the harsh words. But it was the physical violence that made her sick to the core.