our destiny ➸ evan peters

chapter two

☾Evan's POV☽

I was going to fucking kill him. I held Lily in my arms; she was as cold as ice as I rubbed her back gently to try and soothe her.

"Please don't cry, you'll make me start," I chuckled slightly as I tucked a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear as she sobbed into my shoulder. I was trying to make light out of what was really a pretty dark and dismal situation.

"I'm not," she muttered through her sobs.

"You could've fooled me," I said slowly as I pulled away from her. She held herself upright and looked at me through her tears. I looked back into her brown eyes. They were bloodshot, swollen and full of tears.

"Can I clean you up?" I asked slowly. She nodded. I stood up, taking her hands and pulling her up, and lead her to the kitchen. I helped her to sit down on one of the stools. She stayed silent, aside from a few sniffs and gulps as I grabbed the medical kit from the cupboard.

"What happened?" I asked slowly as I sat down on a stool, spinning around quickly to face her.

"We were arguing, as usual," she said slowly. Her voice was quiet and hoarse, and she sounded like she didn't want to elaborate.

"I don't know what I did wrong. We were just arguing," she broke off quietly. "He was angry. He was so angry, Evan," she sobbed.

"Hey, it's okay. It's over now. It's okay," I tried to reassure her as I looked at her. She was broken, falling apart.

"He hit me, Ev. He's never hit me before. He grabbed me, hit me," she repeated through her muffled cries. I felt choked as a lump rose in my throat and I helplessly sat and watched my best friend cry.

"You don't deserve it, Lily. You don't deserve any of it," I said as I grabbed the wipes from the medical kit.

I tried to change the subject after she stayed silent. "Can I fix you?" I asked dumbly.

I flicked my gaze back to her quickly as a small smile played on her red lips. Her cheeks were full and flushed, and stained with her tears as she nodded.

"You may."

"This will probably sting. It's fine, you can squeeze me, or whatever," I mumbled through my words awkwardly as I started to wipe up her bloody nose.

She flinched and grabbed my knee with her small hands, squeezing it fiercely. "Ow," I laughed slightly and she apologised with a weak smile, easing her grip slightly as I finished cleaning her up.

I proceeded to wipe away her tears with another wipe. "Done."

She looked up at me through her long, wet eyelashes. "Thank you."

She stood up slowly, hobbling over to the remains of the shattered glass on the floor. By the looks of it, it was obviously a pretty bad argument.

"What're you doing?" I questioned her.

"Cleaning up," she replied, as if stating the obvious. "He'll be back soon."

I froze slightly. "No. Don't."

She turned to look at me. "I have to. It'll just cause another argument when he gets back here later."

"You're not going to be here when he gets back," I said, feeling rather spontaneous.

She continued to stare at me, her perfectly plucked, dark brows furrowing on her forehead.

"Pack your bag. You're staying at my place."

"No, Ev. I couldn't."

"Too bad. You're staying with me, and it's final. I don't trust him."

"I couldn't possibly stay," she said as she folded her arms over her full chest.

"If you don't pack a bag, then I'll go and pack it for you."

She raised an eyebrow, staying silent, and kept her arms folded. She flashed me a devious look, as if to say, 'try me'.

"I guess you've made your mind up then," I said and proceeded to her bedroom. She didn't follow me.

I'd been to her place often enough to know where she kept everything. I grabbed a bag, and chucked in everything on top of her dresser. I guess she used that, right? I glanced around the room. What would she need? I opened her drawers, throwing in her jeans and flannels, and then her shirts, and then I found myself in her underwear drawer. Fuck.

She was my best friend and all, but I couldn't help but feel slightly weird rooting around her underwear drawer. It didn't feel like my place. I found my hand in a heap of skimpy lace underwear. Did she only own sexy underwear? I couldn't help but smirk as I chucked in some of her pants and bras. Then again, she did have a sad excuse of a boyfriend to impress.

I closed the drawer and was halfway through chucking in some more of her clothes when I heard her enter the room.

"What're you doing?" she exclaimed as she ran over, snatching the bag.

"Packing," I smirked at her as I chucked her another flannel from her drawer. "How many of these do you own?"

"I thought you were joking when you said you'd pack!" she exclaimed as she stuffed it into her bag. "And, quite a few," she added shyly at the end. Bless her. I helped her finish up packing, and then we left her apartment and I drove her across town to my place.