Almost You

Left Alone With My Thoughts

Chapter 19

Left Alone With My Thoughts

“Are you okay?” I peered at him out of the corner of my eye, brushing my hair back as the wind repeatedly pushing it out of my loose ponytail.

I saw Evan was fuming, steam almost pouring out of his ears and anger radiating off of him as he walked alongside me. I removed my hands from my jean short pockets.

“Jolly good.” He muttered sarcastically. I stopped in my tracks and turned to face him, the cool sand brushing over my toes, and the soft breeze gently making my tank top move. I grabbed his hand, making Evan stop as well. He avoided my gaze, focusing on a spot just above my left shoulder. He looked distant, something was seriously wrong.

“Evan, look at me.” I whispered. I waited, searching his face. I watched as his deep green eyes finally flicked up to my face, staring me straight in the eyes. His look was weary, angry and behind the many emotions, lied a bit of sadness.

“What is the matter? What’s bothering you?” I asked him quietly, so none of the few couples walking hand in hand could hear us.

“Sophie, that man pushed you. He had his hands all over you. How am I supposed to react to that?” Evan snapped.  I was taken aback, he wasn’t mad at me? I searched his face, Evan’s expression matched the look of a lost puppy.

I laughed humorlessly. “I’m fine Evan. That’s taken care of.”

“But have you ever thought of what could have happened if I wasn’t there? Huh?” He growled, clenching his fists and his jaw was rigid. I laid my hand on his arm. "Look what he f#cking did to you!" Evan shouted, and turned my arm over, exposing the hand shaped bruise that Calvin had made a little while ago. I bit my lip, he was right.

“Evan…  I-I don’t understand, it’s taken care of.” I said, my voice wobbling. He looked down into the sand.

“You don’t understand.” Evan muttered through gritted teeth. I took a step backwards. Something was up, Evan and I never fought. Well, we did occasionally have little spats but that was over nothing.

“Then try to make me understand.” I said quietly, focusing on the hem of my ruffled tank top.

He growled, clenching and un-clenching his fists. He looked around, anger bubbling up inside us both.

I was fooling myself when I thought Evan was perfect. I thought he always had an answer; always a solution and that we talked everything out. I thought, I thought, I thought…

I was watching Evan stumble around, anger pouring out of him as he tried to dispose of it. Throwing little pieces of beach that had been strewn around by the waves, and muttering incoherent words under his breath.

Why was he doing this? Anger and sadness rised in me, not sure which emotion to act on.

“Evan, please! Talk to me, this isn’t making any sense!” I cried, trying to make him listen. Sadness and anger lurched through my entire body.

I watched as he ignored me, moving his hands around like a mad-man, kicking sand with all his might.

“Evan!” I cried again, my voice breaking.

Evan flinched, and continued on like I wasn't standing there, yelling.

I ran up to Evan, the wind blowing stronger, my hair being tossed around my face. I grabbed his arm.

“I need to take a walk. I need… I need… I need to think.” He muttered his face blank but his brows furrowed. I opened my mouth, to say something, anything. But he squirmed out of my grasp and ran off in the other direction.