Hit Me, Again. [Evan Peters]

Chapter 10

Hey guys! So, I'm actually almost done with this story! I changed it to a short story, since it is pretty short. The next chapter is going to be soooo intense. I'm thinking of just finishing this story before I go update any of my other stuff since this is almost done. Its going to blow your minds y'all. You may think you know what's going on, but I seriously doubt its accurate. I hope you're enjoying this story! I think people would like it, even if they aren't Evan Peters fans. You have to admit, it's kind of cool. It was also my second story, so I'm excited for it to almost be done already!

Anyways, thank you so much for reading! Please vote/comment! It would mean a lot to me! Merci! -Lauren

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Evan had to go home, so I was left back in my apartment, alone. Spread out across my living room, I flipped through all of my old poetry books and journals. Sometimes when I was sad, like now, I'd look through these and most of the time I'd find something that would brighten my mood.

I miss my sister.

I wish she would've warned me that she was leaving, instead of going off out of nowhere and leaving me by myself. Well, I guess I wasn't completely by myself, but still. We've always been so close, and now she's gone.

Carefully, I tucked all the books back into the cardboard storage box and tucked them into the back of my closet. Dusting my hands of my jeans, I walked back into the kitchen at the sound of my computer.

You have 1 new email!

Curious, I clicked on the link and opened up the message.

Rose,

Look, I'm sorry about leaving like that, but I had to go. There are people looking for me. I haven't been honest with you this whole time, but right now I'm in the middle of a drug chase. I was caught right in the center of it, and now there are people looking to kill me. I can't come back now, and I was afraid to leave a message telling you this incase they found it. They're smarter than the appear. I need you to stay safe. Don't worry about me. Hopefully in a few months, this will die down. Don't tell mom anything about it.

P.S Delete this once you've read it. I don't want them tracing you too.

Your sister, Annette.

I reread the message probably a hundred times and tried to comprehend what the hell was going on, but my mind couldn't fathom the things that could be occuring at the very moment. Cracking out my phone, I attempted to dial her number, but the opperator said the phone number was no longer in service. My mind was shutting down now and my heart was beating faster than ever before. Running into the restroom, I let myself be sick before crawling into bed. Not only was I sad about her not coming back, but I was scared for her. I wanted to find the people looking for her and ask them to take me instead. My sister had never done anything wrong, and I couldn't imagine what she could've done to piss them off this much.

It lasted three days. People called the house or stopped by, but I never got up to answer. I hadn't left the bed or eaten in three days. My body was a mess and I could no longer produce tears. I was too physically unstable to stand up right now and my hair must've looked like a bird's nest.

There was rapid knocking on my front door, but I ignored it. The knocking continued.

"Rosemary! Rosemary, please answer me! Are you there?" Evan sounded scared and frantic. I forced myself to get out of bed and had to hold onto furniture to keep my balance. Finally managing to get to the door, I opened it up. Evan saw me and I instantly fell to the ground.