If I Could Tell Him

Chapter thirteen

EVAN POV

Evan sat in his car outside of 7-11 waiting for Connor. He had tried to fix his hair about  ten different times before giving up and just running his fingers through it. Finally, he got tired of waiting and walked into the store. He walked around for an hour, then two hours. He tried texting Connor.

Me: Are you alright? You probably forgot about me. Sorry.

He rolled his eyes at himself and waited for another hour. He was beginning to worry, and called Connor once, twice, three times. No answer. Evan's heart began to pound. He got in his car and turned the ignition, and began driving to the Murphy's, using Snapchat as a kind of location finder.

When he pulled up to the large house, he did a double take. Maybe this was a bad idea. He tried calling Connor, then Zoe, to no avail. The only car in the driveway was Zoe's. He took a shaky breath, popped an anxiety pill, and approached the double doors before he could change his mind. He knocked, getting no answer.

"H-hello?"

No response.

He cleared his throat.

"Um hello?" He asked louder. He thought he heard a muffled groan coming from inside. His hands were sweating profusely but he had to see Connor. He just had to. He tried the knob, and to his relief (and horror), the door opened. He gasped.

Chairs were thrown around the house. Plates were smashed on the floor, and the refrigerator door was left ajar. The floor was littered with silverware and glass and....blood? Evan gulped.

"H-hello?" He asked, even louder than before.

"Help...help." He heard a weak voice coming from the other room. He ran towards the voice and saw Zoe, dried blood all over her face and arms, leaned against a torn sofa. In her lap was Connor's bloodied face, eyes closed. Evan teared up.

"W-what happ-happened?" He stuttered, staring at the wounds on the two teenagers. He let his eyes sweep over Connor...his Connor...before seeing his arm was at an unnatural angle and he averted his eyes quickly.

"Evan you can't be here they...they might come back." Zoe whispered urgently. Evan knelt by her and brushed some blood caked hair out of Connor's closed eyes.

"Who? Wh-who did-who d-did this?" Evan couldn't keep the tears in as he looked up at Zoe's helpless eyes. She looked away. "Z-Zoe who d-did this to y-you?" He tried again, straining his voice in an attempt to stay calm.

She looked down and whispered. "Dad. And mom didn't do anything to stop him." Tears fell from her red and swollen eyes. Evan put a hand to his mouth in shock.

He suddenly felt very confident and sure of himself. These people he cared about needed his help. He set his jaw.

"O-okay. Can y-you..can you stand?" Zoe shook her head weakly. "Okay th-then. I'll b-be right back. I'm gonna call 911." He saw the fear in Zoe's eyes as she reached out and grabbed his arm with a surprisingly strong grip.

"No." She said, a fire in her eyes. She closed her eyes and lifted Connor's head off of her lap and pushed herself up against the sofa and grimaced, legs shaking. Evan was immediately by her side. She put one arm around his neck and he supported her to the front seat of his car. She cried out in pain as she collapsed into the car.

"I-I'll be b-back." He rushed back into the hell house and approached Connor's still form. His eyes began to water as he knelt over his boyfriend. "Connor I'm-I'm s-so s-s-sorry." He wept. He put his hands to his face and felt the hot tears leak between his fingers. He felt his shoulders shaking and he was crying so hard he thought he might throw up.

Then he felt something.

A hand that was not his own brushed a tear away from his face. He looked up slowly, not daring to believe it.

Connor's eyes fluttered and he smiled weakly. That gave Evan enough strength to cradle Connor's head in his arm gently and the crook of his knees in Evan's other arm and he lifted Connor carefully off the ground. He was shaking, he was so scared of putting Connor into further harm. Connor's beautiful blue eyes were shut again. Evan took a breath and pulled himself together, ignoring the pain in his cast. Whatever pain he was feeling, Connor's was ten times worse. He was able, with great difficulty, to open his car door and lay Connor gently in the backseat. He then got behind the wheel and left the large, beautiful house in the dust, not daring to look back.