Angel Next Door

Fight

Evan's POV:
"Thanks for coming along Tai, I'm really glad you're with me."

She pats my hand, "no problem Evan. I thought you could use a friend."

Taissa is all that is keeping me sane right now as we wait for the plane to finally touch down. It's a miracle they didn't postpone or cancel the flight due to the weather, that thankfully calmed down some.

Mom called just before I boarded to tell me they were having more trouble with the tree removal than they realized they would, so she still hasn't gotten to (Y/N)'s house yet.

Please please please be ok baby.

Your POV:
I shouldn't have done it. It was a mistake; a too soon made move.

Maybe if I would've just held still it wouldn't have happened. Just a glint, then the pain came; I didn't see the knife until it connected with my side.

"I told you not to fight me." He sighs again, "now I have to find something to bandage you up." Shaking his head he leaves me on the floor of my bedroom.

Clomp, clomp, clomp

His steps echo through the house followed by slamming of doors as he rummages around.

Everything hurts; my arms, legs, head, especially my side.

Through the lightening flashes I scan the damage to this room; the room I could possibly die in.

I feel the blood pulse and drip from the cuts that are scattered across my head as well as my body, where I went through the glass of the sliding doors downstairs when he shoved me back inside the house after I managed to make it outside.

I'm sure bruises will form from the death grip he used on my wrists when he drug me upstairs with him. After he pushed me on the bed, I attempted another escape, that's when he plunged the knife in.

The thunder groans in the distance, Evan's comment regarding the loudness of said thunder earlier flashes back to me.

Evan.

At the thought of his name I'm instantly bombarded with images more painful than the wound in my side.

Images of our first kiss, when he told me he loved me, when he proposed. All wonderful memories that I hold dear in my heart.

Up until now I had managed to not shed a single tear, but the image of Evan standing at the alter and the possibility that I'll never get to see it in person breaks the dam holding back the flood.

No! I can't die, not here, not now, not by Alex's hands.

Gritting my teeth, I begin slowly pulling myself across the floor in the direction of my bedroom door.

I manage to just pass the edge of my bed when he re-enters the room.

"Where could you possibly be going? I'm not finished with you yet."

The last thing I register is his fist then shooting pain in my eye before I stop seeing the lightening.

Evan's POV:
"What the fuck is taking so damn long?!"
"Evan breath. We are almost there."

At that moment her house comes into view, the rays of the early morning sun dance off the rain covered roof. The feeling that something's wrong, has grown to form a concrete lump around my heart.

Before the car has completely stopped I'm racing to her front door. My jackhammer heart busts through the concrete when I find her door slightly ajar.

Pushing the door open the rest of the way, I freeze when I finally see the room.

The coffee table lays on it's top; legs in the air like a dog playing dead, items from the table as well as shelves litter the floor, stuffing cascades out from the newly gashed couch cushion.

Cautiously I descend further inside, maneuvering around the broken table that once sat beside the couch and the busted lamp that sat on the table.

Stepping around the couch I hear the unmistakeable crunch of broken glass.

That's when I see it; the glass on one of the sliding doors leading from the living room to the porch, are shattered. Glass shards sparkle like diamonds on the wood floor, flecks of what I instantly recognize as blood, paint some of the shards red.

Feelings of nervousness and nausea sweep over me like a tidal wave.

Where the hell are you (Y/N)?!

"Oh my god!" Taissa whispers beside me, I had forgotten she was there. "You don't think-" she doesn't finish, unable to speak what we both fear.

That could be (Y/N)'s blood.

My eyes pull towards the stairs along with the small blood drop trail that leads up the stairs. I'm terrified at what I will find but I need to know if she's up there. While my mind is still trying to talk me out of it, I race up the stairs. I have to jump over a fallen set of drawers, dodge smashed picture frames and random other decor things just to reach her room.

In front of her closed door I notice more blood; this time it is smeared instead of just flecks.

My heart jackhammers against my ribs, shaking hands push open the door, instantly the rusty smell of blood assaults my nose making me gag a little.

The source of the smell comes from the pool of blood at the foot of her bed.

"Evan!" Taissa's voice is muffled by the ringing in my ears, I barely feel her pulling at me to try to keep me up; I wasn't even aware I was falling until my knees connected with the hard wood floor.

"S-so much blood." I don't know if I've spoken the words aloud or just in my head.
"That could possibly not be her blood Evan."

Guess I said them out loud.

"Evan c'mon let's check her bathroom. She might be hiding in there."

With our combined efforts, Taissa and I manage to raise me back to my feet then approach the bathroom door.

We both hit the ground once we peer inside.

A/N: Hey guys. I hope you like this chapter. It's the longest one I think I've ever written lol.