Cursed

Part 31

Part 31

Evan’s POV

I smiled to myself as I snuck a final peek at the box. The violet material was smooth and tender against my fingers. It would be smooth against hers too.  I had put a lot of thought into this gift, and I even made it myself. You know, with some help from one or two professionals that work for Deliah.

For some reason, I felt as if giving her a gift would make things even more serious, and I took a deep breath, my hands suddenly shaky. What if she didn’t like it?

“Okay, you can have three seconds of being a sissy, and after that you march in there and give her the gift like the studly man you are,” I mumbled to myself.

“One…Two…T-”

The front door suddenly slammed and my head jerked up. Logan steamrolled out of the house, his eyes dark with fury. He didn’t see me-blinded by the obvious rage that filled him-and began to walk away. As he did, I could faintly hear him grumbling about Calista and something to do with “master being right”

“H-Hey! Dude! What’s up with you?” I yelled cautiously. It wasn’t a good idea to talk to him when he was like this, but there was no other option. His back arched and he spun around quickly, and for a split second his face seemed contorted with anger. His eyes looked a dark red and the black streaks in his hair had looked darker, almost like snakes sliding their way through his stringy blonde locks. Even worse, I could’ve sworn I saw long, serrated fangs peeking over his lips. I blinked and shook my head and he was back to the normal, happy-go-lucky Logan I knew. It must’ve been a hallucination, but damn that was creepy.

“I’m just…getting some air,” he grinned. “I’ll be back in a bit. Uh…good luck?” Somehow his ‘good luck’ sounded more like a question but he smiled one more time before turning and scurrying off.

Man, he’s been acting weird lately.

I shook off the thought and took a deep breath, a slow smile spreading across my face as I walked towards the door:

This is it.

“I’m back! And I’ve got a surprise for you!” I called excitedly as I flung open the door. The silence that greeted me was enough to deflate half of my enthusiasm as I padded through the house, looking for Calista.

“Cal? I got you a surprise!”

Again, the silence was deafening. I finally turned into Logan’s room and was shocked to find Calista there. Holding a steel baseball bat.

Her hands shook as she pointed the bat at me, and I could see that her eyes looked red from tears.

“Babe, are you okay? What happened?” I reached out for her, only to be hammered by the bat. I could only let out a cry as it came slamming into my side.

“Don’t you dare touch me!” she screamed out and I looked up at her in surprise.

“…What?” I tried to move towards her again, but she slammed my shoulder.

“You cheat! You thieving, murderous, lying, heartbreaking little cheat!” she continued to cry out, authenticating every word with a painful thump.

“I trusted you! I TRUSTED YOU!” her voice wobbled on the last shout and she lost focus for a moment, giving me enough time to wrestle the bat from her grip and throw it aside. She still stood strong, but moved back a few steps.

“What are you talking about? Why are you attacking me!?”

“As if you don’t already know! You know who had to tell me? Logan! You’re probably the one who marked me anyway!”