Angel Next Door

American Nightmare

Evan's POV:

*Two Months Later*

"God I miss you."
"Tell me about it. Oh hey I sent you something. Should be there in a few days."
"Evan you didn't have to send me anything."
"Yes I did. This is for me and you, really. Just please accept it ok." She heaves a beaten sigh. "Alright alright, I'll accept it. Thank you."
"You're welcome."

I tell her to hang on as a knock sounds on my trailer door.
"Come in!"
"Hey Evan we need you in makeup."
"Alright I'll be there in just a sec. Thanks." With a quick smile the PA shuts the door. I turn my attention back to my fiancé.

"Hey baby, I hate to but I need to go. Call you later?"
"You better Mr. Hotshot." She giggles; god I love that sound.
"Alright sexy. I love you."
"So much." Is her reply before we hang up.

Every time I tell her goodbye my chest aches. I need her with me.

*Later That Night*

"So how was your day?"
"Evan we need to talk..."
"Ok baby, is something wrong?" I'm instantly nervous.
"Evan I-I don't know how to say this..."
"Just say it baby. You know you can tell me anyth-"
"Evan I can't marry you!" She says it all in a rush so I almost miss half of it.
"W-why? Did I do something? Please whatever it is I'll fix it I swear! Just don't-don't leave me (Y/N) please."
"Evan I gotta go."

What the hell just happened?

I try her number three more times but every time she sends me straight to voicemail.

"Baby please answer. Please. I need you. Don't...leave me." I beg the empty room as the pieces of my heart rip my insides to shreds.

It's two hours later that I get my reason of why she can't marry me.

The reason comes in the form of a picture of Casey, his lips on the neck of a grinning (Y/N). The message from Casey himself, captioned 'Sorry man.'

I bust through the bathroom door only to dry heave over the toilet.

Casey and (Y/N)?! When the hell did that happen?

My phone pings in my hand to signal another message. Once I look I wish I hadn't. This picture is of them kissing, her hands tangled in his hair, his hands cupping her ass.

My phone shatters into six different pieces when it hits the wall.

*Three Days Later*

"Hey Evan-man you look awful."
"Thanks a lot Finn."
"Sorry."

Sitting on the set for season four of American Horror Story, I stare at the wall of the makeup trailer while imagining how Casey's face would look after I smashed it into said wall a few times.

"Evan, hey, if you need to talk I'm here for you ok. Anytime."
"Thanks." I flash Finn a small smile before resorting back to my previous thoughts of rearranging Casey's face.

"Cut! Cut! Let's take five then try again!" The director'a face is about five shades of red and annoyance is clearly written all over it; this could be because I've fucked up my lines five times, missed my mark three times and almost sent Kathy to the hospital.

All in all, it's been a hell of a day.

So after about the twentieth take it was decided that we should shut down for the day and go home.

I'm flopped on my bed still in Jimmy's clothes, when Emma walks in my trailer. She's changed out of Esmeralda's clothes and into a short red skirt

"What's wrong Evan?"
"Don't wanna talk about it."
"C'mon Evan, something is clearly bothering ya. You know you can talk to me." Her hand grazes along my cheek as I stare up at her.

All the hurt, anger, desperation, worry, and fear surge through me at once. I want to tell someone.

"Evan." She brushes the tears away that I tried so hard to hold back when they run hot and wild down my cheeks.

Her arms drape around me when I sit up beside her.
"(Y/N) broke up with me. She didn't even give me a reason, then I got some pics from her new..." I can't bring myself to say the words. Emma hugs me closer, "I'm so sorry Evan. But she isn't worth it if she can't see how great you are."

I don't know who moves first, but the next thing I do know is Emma is on her back, me on top with our lips frantically moving together.

Her hands scrabble to open Jimmy's belt while mine slide her skirt up and her panties off without breaking the kiss.

I break away only long enough to slide my pants and underwear off, then I slam into her hard enough to move her up the bed slightly.

"E-van!" She screams clawing my shoulders, I clinch my teeth together, my hands frame her head, driven by all my conflicting emotions I repeatedly slam into her over again until I feel myself shooting deep within her, she clenches around me as she coats my cock in warm juices.

Rolling off next to her I gasp for air, she slowly stands and without a word leaves the trailer.

I sit straight up in my hotel bed, my heart beats like a jackhammer against my chest, (Y/N)'s name on my lips.

It was all a dream.

Holy fuck.

A/N: Hey guys, don't kill me for this chapter. 😳 I hope you like it, I had been plotting this for awhile now. 😝

I just want to let you know I am going on vacation for the next three days but I will try to update asap. 💙