Evelyn

Evelyn - Chapter Sixteen

The car journey was boring. Rain poured miserably down the windows, every drop racing one another across the dirty glass. It was painful, watching one water drop get closer to another, only for it to move further away waiting for the first droplet to follow. It reminded me of the Evelyn situation. The closer I got to her, the further away she got. A short while after I was tormented my the sodden environment around me, I began to feel drowsy. I hadn't slept at all the night before, my mind wouldn't stop racing, full of thoughts of her. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep, only to be woken by my father soon later.

"You fell asleep, you've been out for three hours!" Olivia said from beside me, currently shaking my arms in a frantic urge to wake me up. "C'mon, get out the car!"

I unbuckled the belt around my chest and waist before jumping out of the car and landing in a huge puddle, soaking the bottom of my jeans. I harshly whispered words that my dad should never hear before grabbing my bags from the boot of the small car. My dad swiftly escorted me and my sister down a small alley way which led to lots of bright, colourful beach houses situated together tightly.

"Which one is ours?" Asked my petite sister beside me.

"Ole Piccadilly Peaches right down there!" My father exclaimed, pointing towards a small cabin at the far end of the houses, painted in a dull pink hue. "Isn't it great? Used to be your Aunt Irene's before she moved to Japan!"

I paused, staring deadly at the horrid beach house. "You've got to be kidding us, right?". His eyebrows joined at the centre at my comment. "It looks like a life size barbie house!"

"This is the only place we have, so you'll like it, or walk home." he replied. He grabbed two suitcases and wheeled them up to the rusting front porch. The steps creaked as we walked up them, and Olivia let out a small yelp as she was scared to fall.

The interior inside the old 'house' was decaying. It probably dated back to the 1960's or something. Now don't get me wrong, I appreciate old things, but only if they are nice. This was not nice! The fusty sofas were lined with beige covering, the feel of it rough against my dry skin. The kitchen was dirty, as if no one had lived in here for years (15 to be exact). Disheartened at my new home for the next fortnight, I made my way to the bedrooms to get first pick. They were both disappointing. The first a light blue colour a dark wooden floor. The white lace curtains growing mould towards the bottom. The other room was a lavender purple colour, with a white carpet, the fabricated floor hard and rough against my feet. It was obvious to me which room I was staying in. Lavender for the win.

Shaking my head I returned back to the blue room and started unpacking. It caused me to reminisce of the day I moved into Warmsmede with Jonah and met Ev. Olivia appeared at my door looking tired and frustrated. Her bag still in her hand.

"I can't believe it, your room is so much better! My carpet is dead, what was Aunt Irene thinking!?"

I looked up raising my eyes brows. "Should've come and got first pick then, idiot?" I replied laughing.

She huffed and rolled her eyes whilst trekking across the hall to her run down room. After I unpacked I decided to take a walk around the resort. My dad told me to be back by seven for dinner, and I headed towards the beach. I walked along, my large boots crushing the intricate grains of sand beneath me. The waves began to crash against the surface aggressively. I wrapped my jacket around my body desperately in a pathetic effort to warm myself. I saw two girls in the distance walking towards me, one was a small Asian girl with short black hair and glasses. The other was taller, but reasonably shorter than me, she had brown curly hair and wore navy Converse. Evelyn. Everything seemed to be reminding me of her recently.

I had never grown so close to somebody before, the feelings I had for Evelyn came so quickly, but they were real for sure. I never let on to anyone how much she meant to me. It confused me as to why no body else was too interested in finding her, I'd asked Jonah but didn't get a very hearty response.

"Charlie, this is what she does. She's done it before, loads of times. She always came back!" He sighed, looking frustrated at the subject I was pressing.

"But what if she doesn't come back? What if we never see her again?" I protested.

He put down his pen and stopped writing. We were in our dorm, Jonah was revising, catching up on a lot of work he had missed, yet I was still trying to figure out where she could be.

"Then that's what she wants. She hated it here, she didn't belong here, she had no friends-"

"We were her friends. She had us!" I exclaimed, raising my voice and standing up. Jonah copied my actions.

"Really Charlie?! Are you being THAT naïve? Mitch was cheating on her, Chloe talked about her behind her back, I never had time for her, I didn't want to be a part of her silly little games, her reckless behaviour and unruly attitude. She was driving me up the wall. You didn't even know her for that long Charlie, so stop pretending you were her best friend!" 

I began to sweat, nervous and angry. "I was the only one there for her! You said it yourself, you didn't care about her, none of you did! So why should it matter how long I've known her, if she doesn't really know you at all?!" I seethed.

He quietened his voice to a whisper. "Look, I know she's hurting you, but if you love her, you've got to let her go. Sometimes the things we love in life the most, hurt us the most."

I looked up at him, trying my hardest not to cry. "But... I think I love her." I replied.

"She isn't healthy for you Charlie, you and I both know that. People like her don't stick to one person one place. She'll make you feel special, and then leave. She always has, always will."

The memory was enough to make me feel horrible. Salty water lined my eyes and I closed them, attempting to hide the fact  I was crying from the two girls approaching. As I passed them, I collided with the brunette girl, knocking her to the floor. I apologised quickly, smelling the familiar odor of cigarettes for only a second. The stranger quickly hurried away nervously with her friend and I continued down the beach.