Psychopath (Harry Styles Fanfic)

episode five

                                                               [ five ]

Evelyn.

Aside from the faint growl of the engine and my ragged breathing, the vehicle was ear-splittingly silent. I could feel the tension slowly seeping into the atmosphere, clustering all unwanted feelings within me altogether; namely, shock and trauma. My mind was in shambles - rather, my entire self was. From the mental torment to the physical pain, every atom of my being was disarrayed in such manner I could not comprehend.

A whirlpool of emotions occupied my entirety and so did the physical ache. My thoughts could not manage to focus on either of the two aspects, and I didn't know if I should worry about myself or Tyler for that matter.

As if it had a mind of its own, the folds on my mouth departed, and it stayed that way for a few seconds or so. To my dismay, however, I couldn't seem to form any words - not even a single syllable. Only a soft whip of breath maneuvered its way out, and in that split of a second, I felt my lips tremble.

It was difficult to get a hold of myself, and Harry was only making it harder for me to do so. He was placid, yet seemingly impenetrable. With that having said, decoding his thoughts was indeed a challenge. Seeing his hand gripped lankly on the steering wheel with much repose, I couldn't help but wonder if this was all just a dream - a nightmare, even.

Please let this be a dream.

I was floating again - at least that was how I felt the instance I tried to deny the harsh reality. The slight haze that clouded my vision was gradually making me feel light-headed. It was like the first time I drank alcohol, only this time, I was intoxicating myself with something else: Harry's cold gaze.

It was only by then that I had come to a conclusion that everything that had happened was real for his gaze was vigorous against my own. The glint in his eyes reflected a darker shade of emerald, and his brows scowled slightly. It was strange to think that those eyes were foreign to me. If he was really of my own bloodline, then I would have at least felt a slight familiarity; a connection. But I didn't.

He felt like a complete stranger.

"I was adopted."

His previous words suddenly came lurking inside my mind. Come to think of it, his statement would make sense if it were his features to be observed. Then again, I still can't seem to believe in any of his words.

His actions told me he was going to utter something, but his mouth chose to remain closed. It was as if he was letting me grasp the unfamiliarity he possessed though I didn't exactly know why. By the time I felt the tension rise, I abruptly sheered my vision to the opposite way, jostling his now uncomfortable eye contact.

Crap. I spaced out.

Put yourself together, Evelyn.

Uneasiness was with me all throughout the journey, and for some particular reason, it wouldn't go away. It kept occupying my thoughts and actions, blocking my sense of serenity. My lids were heavy, but ironically, I had the urge to keep myself fully awake - at least for the rest of the drive back home.

That is, if it was my house we were going to and not someplace else.

I peered through the window, my eyes desperately scanning for any sign of familiarity in our surroundings.

Maple Street.

We were only a few blocks away from my house. The fact made me wonder how Harry had remembered so keenly the way back home. Normally, most people would tend to become confused on which road to take considering there were a number of intersections on the way. That was what had happened to most of our guests. But for Harry, I didn't even hear a single question from him regarding directions. It was as if he knew the place better than I did.