Never Mix

Chap. 4 Questions with No Answers

Evan's P.O.V. 

I set him down. His work outfit is rough in my finger tips. He slips from my grasp as I look up at the sky. The sky is dark when it is only 3 o'clock. Darkness consumes every fucking thing. He was holding my wrist and even when I let go of him, he still chooses to hold my wrist. And it's not like he's leading or anything, I know where I'm going. But yet he's still holding on. I don't pull away or anything, just walk next to him in the heavy snow. My shoes and shirt are ruined, which pisses me off more than I am already. Why the hell is his hand so sort... I'm trying not to trip in the piling up snow as I wobble around. I look like a fucking idiot, I'm a dumb ass. Then he fell over, making me laugh at him. "Oh shit--" He coughed, shaking in the snow as I slowly help him up. "You okay?" I'm laughing at him as he flips me off. "Shut the hell up, I'm fine!!" He grumbles, his adams apple shaking as I watch it. He raised an over grown eyebrow and looks at me. "Why are you laughing at me?" His white teeth are showing and it makes my mouth water. Why the hell would that make my mouth water, god. "I-I'm not, jack ass." I mock, quickly putting my arm around his arm and continue to walk. He sighs, stopping and looking over at me. "I'm straight dude, not gay or what ever this is." He says to me, my lips perusing and I clear my throat. "I know, bitch." I spit. He ignores me and keeps a distance from me now, which sort of makes me cave. 

We get there and we both stay silent for a bit before he breaks the silence and throws a pack of cigarettes at me. "You knocked it over, idiot." He mumbles, making me smirk and pick it up. I notice my hands are blue from the cold weather and I curse under my breath as usual. "Don't you dare smoke them south side!" He reaches for it in my hands and I put it over my head. Hes too short to reach it and he punches me in the stomach. I drop the box and he smirks, picking it up. "Okay, Okay. I need the bag now." I go serious and my brows furrow. "Fine, I think it's this one." Axel sighs in exasperation and slowly hands it to me. "Thank god..." I sigh, snatching it from his hands and hold it to my chest in relief. "Thanks Axel..." I turn my back to him and start to the door when Axel got in front of me. 

Axel P.O.V 

I don't know why I got in front of him but I did, my mind not thinking as I set my hand on his shoulder. It's more muscular than I thought I'd be as I take a deep breath. "I'm going with you..." I mutter, my teeth chattering from the cold. He looks at me angrily and pushes my hand off and slowly slipped off his coat. I think hes going to suffocate me with it but just sets it on my shoulders. "You're cold, come on." My eyes widen from how warm his jacket is. It's like being by my fire at home. He reminds me of my fire. I keep feeding him. Not physically but mentally I think. Why am I doing this to him.. He pushes me out of the way and starts walking back in the direction we came in. I huff and try to catch up, my hair bouncing everywhere as I try to lift my legs high enough for the snow. "Wait!!! My legs aren't long enough!! Wait for me!!" I call out to him. He stops, which makes a small smile appear on my face and and I finally catch up. "Thanks.." I mumble, out of breath, the air so thin. I need to work out honestly.. He looks at me. "When was the last time you ate?" What the hell type of question is that? Than I realize I haven't eaten since school... When my girlfriend....

Evan P.O.V. 

I notice him look away and I hesitantly put my arm around him. Like a 'friend'. I don't have anything to lose as he walk in an awkward silence. Taking my offer for taking him to dinner and abandoning it. Throwing it in the snow and stomping on it. Fuck, why is he so cute... I fucking hate cute straight people. But he doesn't take my arm off of him. Axel even leans in a bit. I open my mouth, about to say something but can't find the words, just slightly smiling. "M-My name is Evan... By the way..." My voice cracks and I cringe for a second. Fuck Fuck Fuck.... He laughs, my hazel eyes drifting to his mouth as he mouths my name. It looks like hes trying to match my name to my face. "I thought you'd have a... a you know... A hood name." He shivered, his dimples showing and and he burrows slightly into his scarf as a large gust of bitterly cold wind hits my face like a fucking slap. "A hood name?" I try not to laugh as I pull him closer, my large hand gripping onto his slightly muscular bicep. "Well... You know. Like, Tyrone or DeShawn or Tyrell or-" I immideatly cut him off, shaking my head. "No. We don't have any 'hood' names." I smile as he leans into me slightly. What game is he doing, this little shit... 

Before we knew it, we were there. About 200 yards out I halt in the snow, turning to him. "You have to stay here. I'll be back. Just need to give this to someone." I say clearly, patting his back as he tenses up and clears his scratchy throat. "I can't promise I'll be here." He looks up at me, his eyes extra beautiful in the snow. I wish I could paint because if I could, I'd paint this moment. He leans against a lamp post with my jacket lightly placed on him. His cheeks and lips extra pink and rosy. Even the snow is hitting his hair just right. It seemed like the busy back street of the South side seemed to stop rushing... Even his small acne is fucking perfect. "Beautiful..." I let slip from my mouth, not realizing it as he just shrugged and slowly turned around. "See you around Evan-" He coos my name. Why the hell did he do that to me, his voice is already deep and smooth!!! I can't have him fucking cooing at me!!! That shit! Shitty cute, fucking straight boy. I watch him walk back up the street, his features slowly disappear as he turns a corner. He disappears from my gaze.... I miss his presence already... WAIT!! He has my fucking jacket!!! Straight jackass!!! I spit at the ground. It immediately freezing as I turn my back on him. I head to the door and walk in the metal, shady building. I push the men who ask my name out of my way. They scream at me as I zone them out, walking to my boss and toss it to him. "I think this is it.." My dark voice is monotone, a bit deeper than Axels but mine is crackly, almost husky. His black pupils race towards me as his reflexes allow him to grab the bag. He looks in the bag and smirks. "You did well kid. But if you screw up again. I'm going to find that curly headed kid and chop off his fingers in front of your eyes. Here's your money." He smiles lightly, walking to a table and counted 23,000. He throws it to me, smirking. "I could get you to 25,000 if you do me a favor." The boss is looking at me devilishly and it slightly scares me. I think of how he described Axel and how his men were always watching...  Fuck him. "What could I do?" I'm still interested in the deal as I take one step closer to him. "Come with me to my office." He says monotone, he takes my hand. His hand is rough and cracked as I try to pull away but hes holding on tight. "Sir, what are we going to do?" I say plainly, my full lips pursing as he just shrugs, touching his belt buckle as he opens his heavy wooden door and leads me in. Its warm in there and dark. It smells musky to the point where I can taste it. "Get on your knees Evan. You'll get 2 grand from it." He said seriously, my eyes went twice the size and I reached for the door handle frantically. "NO!!! I'M NOT ABOUT TO SUCK YOUR FUCKING DICK!!!" I'm yelling at him now as I turn around, trying to figure out how to open the door. It's locked. His big hands wrap around my waist and they slither down to my pants... 

Axel P.O.V. 

His jacket smells really nice, like detergent... I called my boss and cursed me out for a bit but then gave up and just said he'd deal with it. I don't know what that means but I like Evan. That's such a handsome name. Evan-... What am I even thinking. I think I really kept his jacket because I wanted to see him again... I know he'll try to find it, back where I work. His smile is what I mostly remember, with his slightly wavy dark cringe. And the snake bites, the piercings are so cute. GOD JUST STOP! Think of straight things! boobs! vagi--- NOPE too far. Okay... I just need to go home and clean...

I unlock the front door and walk in, setting Evan's jacket on a coat hanger and stretch. "Dad, I'm home!! The girls are sleeping at their friends house tonight." I yell it across the apartment and let out a cold shaky breath, attempting to start a fire in the fire place. As It ignites, I think of Evan again, how he feeds off of the wood, even when hes amber he's still grabbing for more chances... My back is to my dads room as I hear his footsteps coming towards me. "Marian?" He mumbled, why is he mentioning my mother??? Shes dead... And they're fucking divorced. I turn my head to him and clutched in his grimy hand is a empty bottle of scotch. "Oh hell..." I say scaredly, expecting him to slam it into my head but he drops it onto the cold floor and gets on me. He's drunk... "Marian!! Oh baby I missed you!" He tries to kiss me and I fight him as he's on me, pinning me in place. "DAD!!! I'm not mom!! SNAP OUT OF IT!!! STOPPP!!!!" I scream as he kisses me, his breath reeks so badly of alcohol I can barely breath, I'm squirming and starting to cry as I'm helpless. I hate that feeling, the one where you have no hope of escaping. No hope in saving yourself. 

He's hurting me really bad....