Black Roses Red

Chapter Eight

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"Look, it's none of your flipping business." I argued, two hours ago, me and Hattie had had a huge fight, in which resulting with me getting a huge slap, my cheek was still stinging from the hardness of her slap.

"Actually, I was there so it is my business," Evan argued back, he wanted me to understand from Hattie's point of view.

I just rolled my eyes, and continued to take clothes out of my wardrobe and into the suitcase which lay on my bed.

"If you leave, where exactly are you planning to stay?" He stood in front of me, so I was unable to continue packing my bag, I stared into his deep green eyes before answering.

"Don't worry about me, I'll find somewhere." I tried to get passed him, but he kept on blocking my way with his body.

"You're fourteen, you have no where you can stay." He rested his hands on my shoulders, and gazed into my eyes.

"Then I'll just live in the street!" I screamed in his face, I could tell he was shocked, he stepped back and I continued to pack.

"You know, you're underage, your mum has total control over you." He answered softly.

I hadn't thought of that, I stood back up and then laughed; he looked a little scared as if I was a psycho.

"Well, there's one little problem, she's not my m-" I stopped dead in my tracks, realising what I was saying, no matter how angry I was at Hattie didn't mean I would let anything about my past flood out, especially to him.

"She's not your what?" He questioned me; he had a sparkle in his eye as if he knew something I didn't.

"It doesn't matter okay? Forget I even said anything." I turned back around to observe his profile; he was nodding dismissively, almost as if he wasn't listening to what I was saying.

He watched me as if I were a TV; I didn't want to gaze into his eyes again, so I twisted my body around avoiding him.

"You love Hattie; I know you do, so why are you putting her through this?" He asked, I could feel him moving closer to me.

"This has nothing to do with you, just butt out!" I screeched, pushing him away from me.

"Stop it, Kirsty." He grabbed my arms, stopping me from pushing him further. He wanted to help, I knew that.

"You know nothing, absolutely nothing about me!" I shouted at him, hitting him as hard as I could, unfortunately it didn't seem to affect him.

"I know a lot more about you, than you think." He pulled his arms around me.

I stopped trying to hit him, what did he mean? He knew a lot more?

Suddenly, I couldn't stop the tears that were pricking the back of my eyes. I let them trickle down feeling extremely disappointed with myself for showing Evan my weaknesses.

"Hey, shh don't cry." He spoke into my hair, his hand reaching for mine, making me feel special as if someone did care.

"I was so horrible to Hattie, wasn't I?" I glimpsed up at him, tears blurring my vision. I buried my head into his chest.