Those Blue Eyes

Chap. 51: You're On The Right Track

(Picture of Brooke Adams Above)
*Back to Brooke's POV*

My head. BEATS against my skull and my ribs ache like a mother. I think my eyes flicker open several times but all I see is darkness. I hear a distant sound, like rain—no, not rain. More like the shower. I groan as my head kills me. I smell something familiar, like sandalwood and old leather mixed with some type of spice. Evan.
Suddenly, memories flash through my head. The Blue Banana, the hospital, our fight—tears fall down my cheeks as memory after memory flashes through my mind. God, I was so angry with Evan. I shouldn't have said what I did. He probably hates me now that I told him that I do. But I don't. I was just in A LOT of pain and I was looking to hurt him, but I didn't want the damage I think I've done. God, I'm alone now. A sob escapes my lips as I tremble with pain.
Suddenly, a bright light blinds me. I turn my head—AHHHHHHH!!!! DAMN IT! My head beats hard against my skull, I think it may explode. My nostrils are filled with that delicious, familiar scent known as Evan.
"Brooke?" I hear a familiar voice say.
My eyes crack open, shade covers my face. Evan stands in front of me, shielding me from the light. His muscular body is wet from the shower, his scent drowning my nostrils. I see his his vein on his v-line.
"You're up." He tucks his towel tighter around his waist.
"You're naked." I comment.
Evan clears his throat. "How are you feeling? Do you need any Tylenol?"
             "Yeah, no thanks to you." I moan, pouting and wincing at the pain. 
               Evan rolls his eyes at me. ROLLS HIS EYES! He walks over to the dresser, AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!The light hurts me head. Evan strips from his towel. That cute ass and semi-toned body and pickle Jim (medium, thick penis), masculine broad shoulders and—SCRATCH MARKS DOWN HIS BACK AND HICKEYS ALL AROUND HIS NECK! That burns me to no end. Those sluts really did a number on him. Whores.
              "I'll get your Tylenol, okay? I just gotta get dressed." Evan calls over his shoulder.
               I can't control this mouth of mine. "Nice scratches, Evan. The hickeys are just the cherry on top."
               Evan pauses after sliding on his briefs. He doesn't say anything as he slowly pulls his shorts on.
             "Evan, I can't pretend that none of it happened." I say broken.
              He whips around and faces me, his face miserable. "You've made that VERY clear."
              I begin to cry again. "I thought we agreed no bachelor parties!?"
                My voice breaks and I become an emotional mess. Evan walks over and sits to where he blocks the light from my eyes. Damn, he smells good.
            "Brooke, I was coaxed into everything that night." Evan says gently to me, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "Preston begged to throw me a bachelor party and he said it was just going to be a couple of us and a few strippers—that's all. But he lied and made sure EVERYONE came. AND he made sure I was drunk enough to do something stupid."
                 Excuses, excuses. It's just an excuse. Blaming it on somebody else. My chest hurts as well as my ribs and head and nose. Evan covers his mouth, as if he may hurl. But when he looks at me, I can see he's about to cry. Something I rarely see from him.
                "I'm so, so, SO sorry, Princess. I was so drunk and out of it. I NEVER meant to hurt you; physically or emotionally. I was stupid." Evan's voice shakes, "I'd hate me too."
                 "NO! I don't hate you." I don't hate him.
                   Evan lets out a heavy, tear jerked cry. He stands—AHHHHHH! The sun! Evan shakes his head, hands on his hips. I think about what happened and how scared I am to let any man get that close again.
               "After all that, I don't think I can be with anybody physically again." I say sadly.
               "I'm going to take care of Preston and Joesph and anyone else involved, okay? He set it all up for me to get bombed and get with those two women. HE did that. And you showed up at the wrong time."  Evan says gently, "I'm so, so, so, so sorry for everything, Brooke. I broke our promise. I'm going to try and fix it."
                          I scoff weakly. "You can't fix what can't be undone. You went and had a threesome with two strange women and you probably now have some STD!"
            Evan turns away, hurt. I begin to get lost in my thoughts.
                 "I don't think it's wise for us to get married anymore." Evan does not take that well. "Here."
                 I take my engagement ring off my finger. Evan stares dead at me, his expression miserable and panicked. He walks over to me and
                 "Put that ring back on. Now! Please." Evan begs, getting on his knees. "Don't do this to me. Please. I'll make up for every wrong thing I've done to you."
                 I cry. "You have to earn my trust back. I can't just forgive and forget like most people. I don't want to automatically hop in bed together either."
             Evan stays quiet for a few minutes, staring down at the floor. He runs a hand over his freshly washed hair. I can't help but stare now at the trail of hickeys that lead down his chest and past his happy trail.
               "I'll get Tylenol and Chinese." Evan quickly changes again.
                  I can't help but chuckle sadly through the tears. "You're on the right track."