When He Noticed Me

Chapter 6

"THAT WAS AMAZING, EVELEAH SERAPH HALSTON." Cora yells at the top of her lungs.

We were currently sitting on her queen-sized bed, discussing the incident from twenty minutes ago. We'd already found the video online. 

Oops.

"She got what she bloody well deserved, I'll say."

"Um, hell fucking yes! Even she'll have trouble covering up the mark that's sure to be there! So, not to rain on your parade or anything, but how on Earth did you bitch slap her so hard she fucking passed out?" She asks.

I open my mouth to reply, but she cuts me off.

"Can you teach me?"

I give her a funny look.

"Mum will murder me."

It's okay for me to say that since Cora knows that I refer to Dylan's mother as my own. She and her husband Braxton are the ones who have continued to pay the house's bills, and essentially put a roof over my head.

They were extraordinarily sweet and generous, but they were very strict.

"Y'know, I've never understood what is that his parents do..." Cora mumbles, scrunching her brows once more. "But, you're welcome to stay for however long you need. Half your clothing is already here, and I've no doubt your Mum will have a go at you with your afternoon training." She says.

"No, no... it's fine!" I interrupt her. "I have to go home sooner or later, to face her. I'll survive."

"Alright... if you say so. By the way, did you figure out a plan to get Devyn to pay for what he's done?"

"Yes, I did actually! With the help of our dear friend, Dylan. He helped me pick out some lingerie and gave me a few pointers and such to make him fall for me."

"You know, Dylan's actually pretty hot." Cora mumbles.

"You think he's hot? Please, Cora, do yourself a favor and don't fall for him! He's a good friend of ours, but can be nearly as bad as Devyn when it comes to relationships and girls!" I fumble out, slightly panicking. 

I didn't want her to get hurt once more, she really didn't deserve it.

"No, Eve, chill out! I can say that a guy is hot, without falling head over heels in love with him, alright? It's just a fact that our friend... Dylan is pretty damn fit... not that I'd ever admit that to him." She smirks.

I crack a wide grin and we laugh for a good minute.

"That's great to hear, Cora. I just need to get going, I'm sure Mum's been expecting me for an hour now. See you tomorrow! Probably..." I yell, my voice fading out as I shut the front door.

Walking my way home, I punch Dylan's number into the keypad to update him on today's events. I absolutely loathed walking home on my own. By chatting with someone on the phone, I could distract myself from all the scenarios running through my head on what could happen if someone were to approach me.

I twirled my key ring expertly between my fingers- Papa taught me to always keep them there, just in case, to have some kind of weapon to defend myself with.

I finally arrived on my front porch. I stared down the door, debating on whether or not to take the risk of it creaking. I observe the rest of the house and notice the window to my little sister's room was halfway open. She was born a little less than a year before dad passed. 

He never got to hear her first, grammatically correct sentence. 

He wasn't there to watch when she had first tried a pizza, gods- she was so adorable. 

I know he would've given anything to watch her grow up the way he did with me, but things... didn't quite work out.

I pull off my Adidas, not willing to scuff them up, and knotted the shoe laces together, hanging them around the back of my neck. Then I leaped onto the wall a few feet up, my fingers finding small ledges. My bottom half hung freely, and I used purely my upper arm strength to pull my body weight up the wall. I'm finally able to stick my hand into the window.

Hooking my arms inside of the room, I pull the shoes from around my neck and set them gently on the bedside desk. I shove my head in and expertly maneuver the rest of my body gently through the window. I'm now sitting on the window sill.

I touch my feet to the laminated wood floor as quiet as I possibly could, and sneaked towards her bed. I loved her with all my heart and often brought her to bed, spieling various bedtime stories. Katherine was already in deep slumber, looking more peaceful and more fragile than ever. I made my way to her bed and pressed a kiss to her forehead, careful not to wake her up, before I retrieved my shoes, opened the door and left. 

I tip-toed down the hallway and gently opened my own door, ecstatic when it didn't make a sound. I gave a small sigh of relief, and internally cheered. Since my own floor was carpeted, I tossed my shoes down, and the landed with a muted thud. I shut my door and stretched upwards a bit, before yawning.

Today has been a long day.

I hum as I attempt to maneuver my bedroom in the complete dark. I try to make my way towards my bed, when all of a sudden- my beautiful lamp in the corner clicks on. The sudden brightness reveals my Mum. 

It's official- I want silver and black balloons filling the church. The coffin-bearer-people need to wear all black and sing Taylor Swift's Red. I want them to open the casket and reveal my body shrouded in a red gown, with bright red lipstick. Yeah, that's my funeral, guys. Do it right.

She sits tranquilly, her legs crossed and her hands folded in her lap. Wearing her hair up and dressed in a sweatsuit, she cocks her head sharply to the right.

A grin spreads across her face.