Drew POV -
Trigger Warning! This chapter will contain sprinkles of abuse! 'Sprinkles' as in it's throughout the chapter so hard to *. Read at your own discretion!
I woke to banging at my front door and the repeated ringing of my doorbell.
"I'm coming! I'm coming" I yelled rolling out of bed and stumbling through my apartment to the front door.
I opened the door to see Steph standing outside looking like hell.
"You look terrible."
She sighed annoyed and looked over her shoulder into the hall and pushed past me inside.
"Thanks Drew I really needed that today."
"Sorry you look different today. Scared."
She gave her usual look around like she had never been here. The front door leading to the open kitchen to your left and sitting room farther in. Almost the entire living room wall was made of windows. The bedrooms were to the right of the front door. The guest bathroom was next to the kitchen. Almost everything was white or light brown. It was nice.
Steph always said it wasn't personal enough because I didn't decorate or put up pictures. But I liked it. Simple. Uncluttered.
"He's stalking me." She blurted out in the living room.
"What? Who?"
"Max.
She crumpled onto the couch and put her head in her hands. "That's why I was so scared last night. That's why I was thinking of those years. He's been following me. At the stadium. At my house. I could have sworn he was there when I went shopping."
"Are you sure it's him? I believe you, but we shouldn't go to the police unless you're sure. Are you positive it's him?"
She lifted her face, her gaze piercing through me, "His face will forever be ingrained in my head. I am absolutely positive."
"Then let's tell James! Then the police and if we have to, a lawyer."
"No! No police, no lawyers, and certainly not James!"
James was her husband. I wasn't surprised Steph didn't tell him yet. I only know about her history because I was there. James knows but not to the full extent of what happened.
"He's not going to be upset if that what your worried about,"
"I know he's not going to be upset. The problem is he's going to worry about me. I don't want him to be constantly stressed about my well-being when we can handle this quietly."
"Stephanie-" I began, but I heard the door open behind me and from the surprised look on Stephanie's face, Ev had just woken up.
"My head hurts," he groaned. As I turned around he took his arm from over his eyes and realized we were not alone. I also realized he was still not wearing a shirt. Then I pried my eyes away and zoned back into reality.
"Good morning Stephanie."
"Good morning Ev. If you don't mind me calling you that." Steph wiggled her eyebrows and me.
"It's fine. Um, no offense but why are you here?"
Before Steph could scramble for an answer, Ev corrected himself.
"Actually it's none of my business. Where's PB and J?"
"At my brother's house. I get pulled into a lot of all nighters and feel bad if no one takes care of them. Plus the kids love him."
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The Story of E & A
Ficción GeneralThese two guys at my school always acted really cute, and all couple like whenever they were together, and they were in our class so me and my writing friends would talk about how canon they were. So, we made all these stories and decided we could m...
