Married To Mr.Wrong

•Mr.Wrong•

3 Days Before The Wedding
Y/n P.O.V.
The rest of the Hawaii trip was what I like to call unpleasant. Evan wasn't acting like himself. Marcel almost got sexually assaulted. And I almost got kidnapped believe it or not. Now that all our names were in the media I was too scared to thing about what would happen to us next.

When we came back to Los Angeles, we were instantly bombarded with the press asking us all these questions. Even celebrities on twitter gave their sympathy towards us. I wasn't asking for sympathy but we got it either way, whether we wanted it to or not.

And to add up to all of this, the wedding was only in a matter of days. The stress of all of this was actually taking a toll on me. I haven't gotten much sleep, I haven't eaten much, and I've been spacing out a lot more than I usually do.

But of course being me, I'm not worried about myself. I'm worried about Evan. Ever since that night back in Hawaii, he's been a completely different person. It seems like he's slowing down. I've tried talking to him about it but all he does would just nod and shake his head. I honestly felt like I was talking to a child.

Today I woke up and I didn't see Evan. I assumed he had gone to work so I just got ready and went to work. Work wasn't that good either today. Most animals tried to fight each other. It just reminds me that their habit of dog fighting was still vague in their minds.

Getting myself home was just tiresome. But at least I got to relax. The dog I had gotten Evan, was out of the house. Meaning that Evan was thoughtful enough to give the dog to his parents, who were obviously having a hard time due to age.

But then I remembered something. That message came to mind and I couldn't help but think about it. A LOT. Who could that have been? I know for a fact that Evan has no interest in anyone...which is sad since I'm very interested in him.

Plus he wouldn't want a scandal. It would just ruin his career. So what else could it be? I just have to take my mind off of it. I shouldn't be thinking about this stuff. But...why? Ever since that text, Evan is just...dead.

He's slow to respond. He doesn't talk as much. And sometimes I see him space out. Could that message be what's effecting him? Like I said back in Hawaii, I'm here for him yet he doesn't want to talk to me? What's the point if Evan can't even talk to me.

My thoughts were disturbed as my phone buzzed. I looked at the contact and say Marks name pop up. I swiped to the right to answer his call. "Hello?" "Hey Y/n! You free?" "Oh yeah I am. I'm just home." "You mind if I come over?" "No, not at all I'll text you the address."

I end the call and I text him the address. I put my phone down and it was just pure silence. I didn't like silence. So why was I allowing it to be silent? Maybe because I'm just going crazy about everything.

I'm tired. I want the truth to come out. I don't want to like like this. I want Evan and me to just come out about everything and make thing right. But I know I can't do that. It'll hurt Evan. And that's the last thing I want to do with him. I guess you can say I've realized I actually care about him.

Even when my days aren't as good. Him just making me company changed everything. I feel safe and secure. As if he was the protector in my life. Maybe he is my protector but who can say that?

"Ms. Y/n. You're friend is here." Ah that. Everyone in this mansion is fighting to stay alive each day. With labor and hard work. I feel empty at this point. I want to have sympathy for people like how I used to bit it's hard for me now.