SOMEONE TO STAY

[06]

chapter six

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"You wanted to talk." I sighed, going along with whatever it is Jamison is doing. "So talk." I said as we danced.

"You hate me, Evangeline." Jamison said. "That's good." He chuckled. "No sane person would tolerate me after I've been the person I am." He continued. He's not completely wrong, but hearing the reasoning behind what he did, I'm definitely not less angry than I was.

"Jamison I can't forgive you." I sighed. "Never. You stole the one person I cared about."

"I don't want you to." He said. "The only reason you ever considered giving me attention was because of my mother's spell."

"Selena is dead and the only thing you care about is that damn spell." Evangeline shook her head. "Maybe you're just never going to change. Maybe you're always just going to stay the same asshole that you are."

"You mean like you?" He raised an eyebrow.

           "Don't. I am nothing like you, Jamison." She narrowed her eyes at him.

          He shook his head, "We are every bit more alike than you think, Evangeline."

"I'm not a monster like you are."

          "You will be. You're weak. You'd let the darkness take over like it was nothing. You couldn't handle fighting something stronger than you, especially when it's in your head and you know that it's stronger than you." He continued playing, toying with her.

"Shut up. What happened to the somewhat caring Jamison?" She rolled her eyes as he spun her around, before pulling her against his chest.

        "He's still here. That Jamison is just weak." He shrugged. "And when I'm weak, I get attached."

          "Love doesn't make you weak. It makes you strong. You're gonna have to let yourself get attached to someone eventually."

           Jamison's hand went to her cheek, and he cupped her face, letting out a small sigh. "Who says I'm not already attached?" And with that, Jamison disappeared.

"Dammit Jamison."

        "He's gone?" Evangeline, who thought she was now alone, turned to see Rosita now standing in the ballroom. She nodded, "You're leaving soon?" She asked.

       "No. I want to stay. Your mother's gone and I want to help restore the castle along with the rest of the kingdom." Evangeline protested.

       "I don't need your help. Everything that's happened is your fault. You're not one of us, you'll never be—"

"Rosita."

             They both turned to see Derrik standing at the doors of the ballroom. His arms crossed over his chest and his tone stern. "She's staying." He demanded. Rosita went to argue but he suddenly appeared right in front of her, staring her in her eyes. "That's an order." He then turned to look at Evangeline. "You are to stay in the castle until Jamison and I return. Also an order."

      "What? Jamison's leaving? When?" I asked.

        "Yes. There aren't many things you need to know of the situation, but, if you'd like, you can say your goodbyes to my brother, Evangeline."

          With that, Evangeline sped off to Jamison's bedroom. Without even knocking, she stepped through the door to see him packing his things.

        "You're leaving?"

"Evangeline..."

       "You can't! This Kingdom needs you!" She yelled at him. "You can't just run away!"

       "Do you actually give a fuck, Evangeline? Cause we both know you don't! I can go with my brother and still manage things with him!" He argued.

       "Of course I give a fuck, Jamison! What do you think? Stay! If you really care about what I think then stay!" She yelled, walking closer to him.

"I'm not staying."

"Yes you are!" She yelled, pushing him.

"You hate me why do you even want me to stay?!"

"Because I made a promise." She punched his chest. "You and this family have taken away everything I love!" She continued, punching him in the face. He stumbled back, wiping his now bloody lip as it regenerated. "My family...! My best friend...! My freedom! My choices—they're all gone!"

          By the time she finished yelling, his face and body had fallen victim to my fists. Of course, the bruises and blood didn't last long as his skin regenerated. "I don't even get to decide what I want!" She cried. "Fight back! Fight me, Jamison—!"

He kissed her.