One Night

Broken

AN: Finally finished editing! :) Some things have changed and have been added for the last chapters. I realize that yesterday was Valentine's Day, x(, so here is your belated V-Day present. I hope you enjoy. :) Sorry it's short and not as entertaining as the others. I kind of had writer's block while I wrote this, but I think it came out alright. Sorry it took forever, guys! And nearly 4k reads! OMG, you guys are awesome. I think i'm going to call you my "randomers" when I refer to my fans. Hope you're cool with that! :) 

*Savanna's POV* 

You've got to be kidding me. Evan? Here? Wasn't the memories and pain enough? Nope, I guess not. He just had to show up here and ruin things for me again. Wasn't the first time enough? Wasn't me practically going into a self induced coma enough for him? 

"E-E-E-Evan?" I stuttered, rubbing my eyes. I was asleep when someone yelled my name and jolted me out from uneasy slumber. The sight of him made my heart flutter. He still looked good. 

He was in a white t shirt, that was loose enough to hide his good physic, and jeans that slid over his toned thighs perfectly. His golden curls were long and nearly touched his eyebrows. His brown eyes were fixated on mine as he watched me. My stomach churned. 

I got up and backed away from him, not able to say anything other than his name. I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling cold and feeling as if I didn't, I would shatter into a million pieces right here, in front of him. He reached out. 

"Savanna," he said, his voice strained, as if I caused him pain to see me. He was here, in my fucking apartment, in my damn room. If anyone should be in pain it should be me, and I was in pain, a lot of pain. This wasn't fair. 

I felt the wall touch my back, stopping me from backing away any further. If he came any closer, I might cave. I might get on my knees, tears running down my face, and say the one thing that Samantha never told me to say to him, if I ever saw him again; I want you back. 

Christopher and Josh stood behind him with Sam behind them, watching me, not stopping Evan from stepping into my room. Why weren't they telling him to get out, to leave and never come back? Didn't they know who he was? What he did to me? I swallowed, choking back tears. 

"Savy," he said, reaching for me as he walked around my bed. "I miss you. I miss you so freaking much" I shook my head at his low, comforting tone. I shifted towards the wall, barely escaping his touch. That might be the thing to make me give in. "I need you again, Sav. I've always needed you." I backed away, nearly tripping over my dirty clothes that were on the side of my bed. "I need you Savanna, please baby, I need you." I shook my head, not wanting to be this close to him, where he could touch me. I was close. I could taste the words on the edge of my lips "Did you hear me, Sav, baby? I miss you. I love you Savy." I felt one tear fall as my back touch the wall. I heard him, loud and painfully clear. I was trapped between him, my bed and the wall. 

"Don't touch me," I said, my voice shaky. He reached for me and I flinched, relishing the feel of his hand on my face. I forced the words down my throat. I would not say them. I would not admit that I wanted him back. The pain he caused was a reminder of why I didn't. No, it was the reason I didn't say it.  

"I love you Savanna," he said, his voice husky. "I never stopped loving you, baby." I felt more tears fall, but I didn't wipe them away. He would just see how bad he hurt me. He reached out and caressed my face. I shied away from his touch. I slapped his hand away from me. It took everything in me not to fall into his arms. 

"Don't," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, my strength being greatly tested. He looked hurt, rejected. I moved to the side, falling onto my bed. He turned, stretching his arms towards me.