Those Blue Eyes

Chap. 49: The Aftermath

(Picture of Evan Taylor Above)

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My eyes flutter open, my head throbbing hard against my skull. Tears escape the corners of my eyes. I begin to whine and cry out in pain. OH THE PAIN! The events that took place awhile ago come back in flashbacks. I was almost raped. Evan drunkly cheated on me with two sluts. Evan hurt me, physically and emotionally.
"Brooke?" I hear a soft voice say, feminine. "Do you know who I am? Or where your at?"
Tears pour down my salty cheeks. I whine and cry out in so much pain. OH THE TERRIBLE TERRIBLE TERRIBLE PAIN! God, I just want to die. I want to end this terrible, terrible pain! I can barely handle it!
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"This is Kayla. Kayla Sweeney. You're in the hospital." I feel Kayla's soft hands pull my hair out of my face. "You have a semi-mild concussion, broken nose, and two completely broken ribs."
               No wonder I hurt. Evan and whoever punched me did a great job on beating me up. I'm in SO MUCH FREAKING PAIN! Tears continue to pour down my cheeks. OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD! I'M IN MISERY! Pull the plug, somebody! I HURT TOO MUCH!
            I slowly fade into darkness

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        Kayla woke me up later on that day. Apparently, I checked myself into the hospital right before I passed out. I've been in the hospital for 12 to 14 hours. The idiot doctors discharged me and Kayla volunteered to drive me home. How sweet, right?
         When we got into the car, after the sun nearly killed me and left me with an even worst migraine, I checked my phone. EVERYONE has called me. From Renee to Lucy to Terri to Drew to Evan to Odette & Britt. Everyone has called me. Even unknown numbers. But I don't dare check on what they have to say. I'm too numb from the pain. The hospital refused to give me medication since I am allergic to so many medication.
         Kayla drove me home

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          To say that I couldn't wait to get home was an overstatement. I didn't want to face Evan or anybody again. I want to crawl up into a ball and just die. I feel ugly. There's no other word to describe it. I don't feel the way I used to. I miss it like a constant, dull pain.
           As Kayla helps me out of HULK, I notice a lot of cars parked outside the house. I feel almost too scared to walk inside. To walk into that same chaos again. The horny drunks who can't keep their hands to themselves. I tremble at the thought of experiencing that again.
         Kayla is so patient with me as we slowly make our way to the front door. The migraine BEATS against my skull. I hear Chase barking inside as we step up to the door. God, I'm so scared. I feel a hot flash, sweat pours down my body as my heart pounds rapidly in my chest. I can barely breath as Kayla opens the door, Chase greets us excitedly. He hits my ribs, I let out a painful cry, nearly doubling over.
           I hear footsteps. "Who the—BROOKE!?!"
            Lucy turns and looks into the living room. SHUT UP! You're too loud! Kayla helps me towards the living room but I shake my head.
             "I-I-I am packing and leaving." I cry as she starts us towards the hall.
             "Brooke!" The one voice I did but didn't want to hear. "Oh my God—BROOKE!!!"
             I try to hurry, causing my body to ache even worst now. I'm in so much pain. Suddenly, my hands are trying to balance themselves on Kayla's shoulder and Evan's chest. God, I just want everyone to go away!
             When I look up at Evan, the first thing I notice is his red, puffy eyes. Like he's been crying. Then I notice his messy, greasy hair. His face is paler than usual and he looks flushed. He wears his Mickey Mouse hoodie with sweatpants.
             "What the hell happened?" Evan demands, his firm hands trying to hold onto the little parts of me that is trying to push him away.
             "She has a semi-mild concussion, broken nose, and two completely broken ribs." Kayla answers in a serious tone, "She's in A LOT of pain. They wouldn't give her any pain medication due to her allergies."
            I let Kayla go and begin to slap Evan—weak and softly. Not doing as much harm as I want it to. Tears pour down my cheeks as the pain worsens.
           "Brooke, Baby, who did this to you—" I use all my strength and punch Evan in the lip.
           Evan doubles backwards and puts his hand to his lips. He's bleeding. Good. He gives me a shocked look.
          "You did, last night when I interrupted your threesome!" I begin to scream at the top of my lungs, "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HOPE YOU GET AN INCURABLE AND NASTY STD!"
        For a moment, Evan stares at me blankly. Shocked, really. But then he wipes his bloody nose and shakes his head at me, his eyes getting wide. His voice excited.
             "Baby—" I gently slap him but I feel so weak. Didn't do anything but startle him again.
              "YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO EVER CALL ME THAT AGAIN!" I scream at the top of my lungs, "DO YOU HEAR ME, YOU DUMB FUCKER!!?!?"
              Kayla puts her hand over her mouth. Evan stares at me with a pale face. My words are spat out of my mouth like poison. 
             "I HATE YOU! You shoved me against the damn bathroom stall and broke my ribs and then continued fucking those two whores as I lay there hurt! AND THEN YOUR FRIENDS BEAT ME AND PINNED ME DOWN TO RAPE ME!!" Evan's face twist into a mixture of horror and maddening anger. "AND ALL YOUR DRUNK ASS WORRIED ABOUT WAS SHOOTING PORN IN THE OTHER ROOM! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!"
             I go to slap him but he grabs my wrist. I try to fight him but I'm too weak. And he knows it. I begin to fall to the ground—
              "AHHHHH!!!!!" My lungs burn like fire as I scream out as pain surges through my ribcage. "AHHHH!!!"
              My vision becomes blurry and my legs begin to feel weak. Evan caught me before I fell, grabbing my broken ribs. He holds onto me as I begin to tremble with so much pain. I hold my ribs as the tears flood down. My fist begin to weakly beat on Evan's chest.
            "Evan, YOU ARE A NO GOOD, TWO FACED, ROTTEN, ASS SMACKING, DOG LICKING, DICKLESS, SENSELESS, BRAINLESS, BASTARD MAKING, DUMB FUCKING PIECE OF MONKEY SHIT!" I scream at him, lightly hitting his chest. "I HATE YOU! I HATE—