Where Should I Start?

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Chapter 11: Where Should I Start?

P-Rod's *POV*

"Hey Evans, I made..." I walk into Evans room, expecting her to be on the computer I got her, but she wasn't even in the room.

I check every room in the house, but she wasn't in any of them.  I decided to call her phone, thinking she could be playing with me.  It went straight to voice mail and that made me panic even more.

I was about to sit on the stairs, when the door bell rang.

"What now?" I ask myself as I walk to the door and open it.

"What do you want? I told you not to come over here unless I called you," I glared at Ryan, who was just wearing a smirk.

"Well this is my last week here and you hadn't called. I was starting to think that you didn't even want to see me," he said, changing his smirk into a small smile.

"You're right," I simply said.

"What do you mean?"

"Are you really this dumb? I don't want to see you. There are things in this house I don't want you to see. Well, more or less were things in this house."

"I knew you hadn't changed. There is something you are hiding and I am going to find out."

"Yeah good luck with that. I don't even know where she went," before I could catch myself, the words slipped right out of my mouth. Ryan looked at me, any facial expressions he wore were gone.

"Did you just say her?" he asked, stepping closer to me.

I quickly stepped back into my house and slammed the door shut. I locked it and ran up to my room.

"Well great, now I have to deal with two problems."

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Ryan's *POV*

He did not just say her. Please tell me he didn't take Evans away from me.

That couldn't even be possible, because I was in the room when the doctor took her off of life support.

I don't even know what to think anymore, I just want to go home.

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Evan's *POV*

When I woke up, I had more energy than I had in the past. I walk down the stairs to be met by Gretchen.

"Good morning, how did you sleep?" she asked, ushering me into the kitchen.

"Better than I have in a long time, thank you," I said, sitting down on the kitchen stool.

"No need to thank me, I'm glad you're here," she placed eggs and bacon in front of me and I didn't hold back.

"I know you just woke up, but we have to talk about what happened."

"Yeah I know we do," I sigh, chewing slowly on my bacon.

"I won't bother you while you are eating, come up to my room when you're done," she rubs my back, then heads upstairs.

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I tried to eat as slow as I could, so I could process the words in my head of what I am going to say to Gretchen.

Once I put my dirty dishes in the dishwasher, I made my way up the stairs.

I lightly knocked on the door in front of me, hoping I had the right room.

"Come in," her voice was quiet coming from the other side.

I opened the door cautiously and peeked in.

"Come sit down," she motioned to the chair next to her.

"Okay."

"Now I want you to tell me everything that has happened to you these last few months. I'll just sit here and listen. I won't talk until you're done."

"Okay let's see, where should I start?"
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Sorry for the delayed update.

Happy late 27th birthday to the one and only Ryan!!

Thanks for reading!

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