Hit Me, Again. [Evan Peters]

Chapter 11

Never in my life had I been forced to make a decision as tough as this. I was being torn, and I didn't know what to do. I was in love, but love was causing me to think and act ways I'd never thought or acted like before. Love was indescribably large pain in the ass.

On one hand, I could run away with Evan and escape the hell hole I'd been suffering in since, well, forever.

But on the other hand, there was Annette. If we left, what if she came back? She wouldn't know where I was. What if something bad happened to her and I didn't know about it? I'd never be able to forgive myself.

But I was in love with Evan, and I couldn't risk loosing him.

I felt like a my brain was full of monarch butterflies who just couldn't escape, and would constantly bat there wings against my skull. My stomach was a pit of acid waiting to be released, but today my mouth was a solitary confinement cell. Nothing was going in and nothing was coming out. I spent hours sitting in my room, crying over the decision sitting on my plate.

Reaching to my bedside table, I picked up the one picture I still had of Annette and I from when we were little. Our two innocent faces sat in a patch of blue bonnets and the sun kissed out cheeks. That was the summer we got to visit out aunt, before she passed away peacefully in her sleep on an August morning.

The background on my phone was a picture of Evan and I that I had taken when we went to the movies.