Those Blue Eyes

Chap. 68: Where Would You Go?

(Picture of Evan's new home above)
*third person POV*

      "Listen, she's been emotionally, physically, mentally traumatized for the past 3 to 4 years. It's best you don't excite her like that again." Officer Lapp says to everyone there for Brooke, "She needs someone to stay with for a few days—just until we can get everything figured out legally."
            Evan nods, looking down at Brooke. His thumb rubs her shoulder while his other hand holds her head close to his side. Ever since she had her major breakdown in the bathroom, she's been dead silent. Natalia glares at Brooke.
             "What about our child?" Evan says firmly, trying to keep it all together for Brooke.
"When we get word and documentation on your daughter, we'll call you first thing." Officer Elm looks to grave Brooke, "So who is going to take Miss Adams home?"
Those words sting in Evan's blood. He mentally corrects him, it's Mrs. Taylor bubba! Renee starts to speak up, knowing Brooke doesn't need anymore stress today.
"I will." Evan says firmly, bending down to kiss Brooke's forehead. "He's my responsibility."
"LIKE HELL SHE IS!" Natalia rushes over to him angrily, "I don't want HER in MY HOUSE! God knows where she's been."
Evan gets angry. "That's not your place to decide, Natalia. Have some damn sympathy!"
Natalia begins to scream. "NOT MY PLACE?! I'm your wife. It's MY house! MY things! Your MY husband! MY husband! She had her chance and she just walked out on you like the little bitch she is!"
"HEY!" Evan rises from his spot on the couch arm rest, rushing over to her angrily. "WATCH YOUR DAMN MOUTH!"
Officer Lapp and Officer Wilson get in between them. The dangerous look in Evan's eyes scares Natalia. He had never looker at her in that way before.
Officer Elm speaks up. "Technically, YOU ARE married to him."
Everyone turns and looks to him in confusion and shock. Even Brooke. He clears his throat.
"By law Mr. Taylor is married to this woman." Officer Elm motions to Natalia, "Unless they file for divorce."
Natalia turns to Evan sharply. "HA! See? You're married to ME!"
Evan turns to Brooke, sadly. She stares at him with her damaged eyes and quivering lips. It breaks his heart. The unfairness of it all.
"It's law, Evan." Brooke says sadly, "It wouldn't have been right anyway, you've BEEN with her and committed to her. By law she's your actual wife, not me."
Natalia laughs hysterically. "Hell yeah I am."
Evan glares at Natalia. He looks to everyone else for help but no one can meet his eyes. He is legally married to Natalia since Brooke was presumed dead 3 years ago. It's official.
Evan nods his head. "When we get home, I don't want Brooke to worry about a thing. Okay? I'm going to take care of everything."
Evan helps Brooke up, being gentle with her. He begins to walk out with her tucker under his arm. Natalia rushes after Evan and Brooke.
"Oh, boy." Drew rolls his eyes annoyed. "Here we go."
Natalia grabs Evan's shoulder and whips him around.
"What about me?! What my thoughts and my feelings? Don't I matter to you anymore?" Natalia looks around at everyone eyeing her, "Don't I get a say in all this shit?"
"Oh, you've said quite enough!" Evan says somewhat calmly, "Your NOT the woman I thought I married. And if you want me to drive your bitch ass home, you better shut up and get in the damn car before I leave you here."
And with that, Evan turns and walks through the police station with Brooke tucked under his arm. Natalia stands there in complete shock. Renee, Derrick, and Drew walks past her without a word. Renee's lips form a ridicule like smile, smirking.
"Evan grew some balls." Renee says under breath.

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Evan went and got everyone food on their way home. He made sure to get Brooke's first, getting her a double patty with all her favorite toppings. Then a veggie salad for Natalia and two chicken sandwiches for Drew and Derrick. He didn't even bother getting himself anything, he cannot think about eating at a time like this. He's too sick to his stomach to eat.
When they pull up to the house, Brooke cannot help but ooh at the beautiful place. It's smaller than what they had before but prettier. They all get out and Brooke lags behind everyone, feeling wrong for being there. Evan waits for everyone to go in and when Brooke is the last one, they can hardly look at each other as she walks inside. Brooke awkwardly stands in the doorway and Evan guides her inside to the dinning room. Brooke takes a seat next to Derrick, the farthest chair from Evan and Natalia.
Brooke slowly eats, wanting to devour her food. She wishes she had stayed in the mental facility now. Evan slowly eats Brooke's fries that she won't eat. Natalia talks everyone's ear off about how she redecorated the living room and how she wants to do to the bathrooms next. Evan sniffs, his eyes looking up at Brooke, whose head is down. He can tell she doesn't want to be there and it kills him that he forced to come.
"Natalia?" Evan says sharply,
The raven haired woman turns to him with a huge smile. "Yes, Babe?"
"Where did we put those extra clothes I had saved?" Evan says, wanting to change the subject.
Natalia pouts her lip. "I threw it all out."
Everyone else freezes. Anger boils in Evan's stomach. His fingers thud against the table.
"Bring me our bank files, please." Evan wipes a hand over his beard, "I need to give Brooke back her money. It's the B.E.A.T. file."
"Opps!" Natalia puts a hand over her mouth, faking a sad face. "Was I not supposed to use that?"
Evan's eyes go wide, his anger boils over. "You spent Brooke's money?! I told you that I put that aside for me!"
Natalia rolls her eyes, smiling at what she has done. "You always say stuff like that, Babe. I didn't think you actually meant it."
"You spent over 20 THOUSAND dollars? ON WHAT?!" Evan screams angrily.
"Well...most of it went to my Chanel outfit that you told me you love so much on me." Natalia shrugs, "And I spent the rest decorating our living room."
Evan rises from his seat. "BROOKE HAS NOTHING!"
Natalia shrugs. "I don't care. That's her problem, not ours Babe."
Brooke wipes her mouth and pushes her barely eaten burger away. She clears her throat, tucking her hair behind her ear.
"Listen, I don't want anything from you! In fact, I'm going to leave now. I can't stay here. It's just not right." Brooke rises and quickly begins to leave, "I'm sorry that I ruined your life and interrupted this good one."
Evan chases after Brooke and pins her against the wall. He stares deep into her eyes.
"Don't go! Where would you go?" Evan pleas, "I can't lose you again."
Brooke shakes her head. "That's none of my concern. You don't have me again, Bab—Evan. She's yours now. If they find our baby girl, take care of her. Give her a proper home." Brooke walks out the front door, "Goodbye Evan Robert Taylor. Have a wonderful life."