Those Blue Eyes

Chap. 32: Why Didn't You Tell Me Sooner?

(Couple Picture of Brenton Russell & Renee Asberry Above)

         So that phone call? Yeah. It was Renee. You'll never guess what shit has happened now! Lucy, may God have mercy on her because Renee and I WILL NOT, told Austin what happened at the mall. And guess what Austin did. Guess! Austin went and told Brenton a OVERly DRAMATIC version of what really happened. And that phone call was Renee calling to give me a heads up. I wish I had taken that call instead of being a little bitch and wanting to sleep.
          The trio, Lucy, Renee, and I, sit in Evan's living room with the guys sitting in front of us. Their faces are stone, about to crack with some type of emotion. Both Renee and I glare at Lucy, whose sitting at the end of the couch, space between her and Lucy. Thank God Renee didn't let me sit next to her. I would have strangled her.
           "So," Brenton's knee bounces violently, his eyes dark "what REALLY happened?"
          Both Renee and I glare at Lucy once more before starting the REAL story. I let Renee go first, considering that I am two seconds AWAY FROM SCREAMING AT LUCY FOR INTERRUPTING MY PERFECT NAP/ CUDDLE TIME WITH EVAN!
          "We were at the mall and a bunch of these dudes started cat calling us." Renee looks to me, whose glaring at Lucy. "Brooke, quit eye stabbing Lucy."
          "We told them shitters to quit her shit but they just kept up their shit." I say angrily, "We tried—"
          "One tried to smack my butt!" Lucy blurts out, INTERRUPTING ME COMPLETELY! "And another grabbed Brooke's shoulder and pulled Renee's hair."
         Oh damn. You should see all three of the guy's faces when Lucy said that. All three of their faces were wildly different than the other. All macho and WAY over protective boyfriend type shit. Brenton rises from his seat and keeps rubbing his fresh beard, pacing the line between the kitchen and the living room. Austin's sapphire blue eyes narrow and he stares down at the ground as his leg bounces even more violent than Brenton's had.
            Those blue eyes of Evan's are wide and his jaw is jutted, his tongue pressing against his cheek in annoyance. He's trying not to blow his top. I want to go to him and tell him that it's okay and that I'M okay, but that wouldn't be good enough. I didn't tell him RIGHT when it happened. Typical OVERprotective boyfriend shit. See you all in therapy!
               I start to say something to Evan, about to get down on my knees and crawl over to him, but his hand smacks against his favorite recliner chair.
                 "WHY IN THE HELL DIDN'T YOU fucking tell me, Brooke?" Evan half shouts, half screams. "You laid here this entire evening on my chest and you never said ONE DAMN WORD ABOUT ANOTHER MAN HARASSING YOU!"
                Whatever I say can be held against me. So I say what I have to say, not because I want to say it.
                   "I know." I say like a child, looking down. "But what would have you done? Fist fight in the middle of the mall? Besides, we're safe now."
                   "Your with us." Brenton says edgily, "That does not mean your safe. But after NOT calling and telling us."
               "It's kinda hard to call you guys RIGHT as those douche bags were harassing us!" Renee says annoyed, crossing her arms over her flat but pregnant stomach. "No need to get pissy with us now."
                  Austin heavily breaths through his nose. "Fuckers need to keep their hands to themselves, that pisses me off the most."
                  Brenton stops pacing and balls his hands up into tight fist. "And what did those fuckers say to you?"
                   "One called me Sweet Thang." Lucy says, blushing. I can tell she enjoys part of the attention. "They called Renee and Brooke—"
               "WE CAN TALK FOR OURSELVES, LOUDMOUTH!" I bark at her angrily, Lucy rolls her eyes at me. "One asshole called me a Cutie and told me that my boyfri—"
              "I don't even want to hear what that little Cocksucker had to say." Both Renee and I exchange a look. Evan is shaking mad now. "It's bad enough he even touched you at all."
               "Just my shoulder." I say simply, receiving a dark glare from Evan. I shut up then.
                 Renee's turn. "And some perv called me Baby. Are you satisfied now? You're showing your macho egos right now and it's getting a little bit much."
                   Brenton whips around at her. "Babygirl, he TOUCHED you. That Pussy has no right to lay his dirty hands on MY FIANCÉ! When we get home, you're gonna scrub down to get his germs off of you."
                      "Whatever." Renee rolls her eyes at him.
                     I shake my head and shift in my seat. When I look up, Evan is staring at me as if I had betrayed him.
                     "Why didn't you just tell me?" Evan says in a soft voice, "It wouldn't have been your fault. All you had to do what just TELL ME."
                   "I'm sorry, I just wanted to forget that it even happened." I say softly, feeling guilty. "I'm sorry."
                 Evan wipes his hand over his beard and lets out a loud, shaky sigh. I turn and glare at a half satisfied Lucy. I cannot even begin to tell you how betrayed I feel right now. Inside, I fear that Evan is going to be different with me now.