Insomnia

FREAK OLD

The room is in total shambles. Her notes are scattered across the floor, the sheets are ripped up. The chair is tipped. The closet is torn apart.

Evangeline sits in the corner of the small room, crying silently.

How could she be so stupid? So utterly stupid?! All he wanted was sex. It was all a lie. All complete and utter bullshit. The smiles, the stories, the 'I love you's. Complete bullshit.

It obviously wasn't a fucking dream. There's still the faint edging of the bloodstain on the rug and her closet contains all of the name brand fucking shit that Cade had paid for.

She finally drags herself into bed, sobbing into the pillow.

It wasn't fake. The junction between her thighs still ache. She still has hickeys all over her neck and chest. That stupid flannel shirt still smells like smoke and Cade.

A knock at her door stirs Evie out of her sorrow driven sleep. She manages to stand up at make her way to the door.

Her sophomore neighbor stands at the door, her waiting hands containing a couple worksheets and what appears to be a notebook.

"You missed bio chemistry and calculus. I thought you might want the notes and whatever else." Lila hands her the pile of papers. No questions about who she was with, why she didn't sleep in her room for so long.

"Thanks." She murmurs hoarsely.

"You don't need to give me the notes back. I've got this Spencer Reid type shit. Eidetic memory."

It's funny. Lila doesn't look like the type. With half her natural red hair shaved, black lined eyes and piercings, she doesn't exactly fit the stereotype.

"Want help cleaning up?" She asks.

"Um..." Evangeline breathes, her eyes scanning the torn up room.

"How about this instead. You look like you need a friend, and I don't got any." Lila grins.

Evangeline finally nods wordlessly, letting Lila slip through the door. "I'll begin in this corner, you can start in that one and we'll meet in the middle."

Evie goes to the other side of the room, beginning the process of hanging clothing. Lila fills the silence with stories about her day and the last week. It isn't all that annoying, however. Lila's voice is quite pleasing to the ear, and her stories are pretty intriguing.

"Finished." Lila calls, looking around at the room, no longer trashed by Evie's earlier tantrum. She jumps up on the bed, sitting crosslegged. "Now, I want to hear all about where you've been with that sexy man that I saw you with the other day. Spill." Lila puts her chin on her fists.

"He only wanted me for sex." Evie murmurs. "He's a fucking bastard." She blinks back the tears that threaten. It suddenly all comes out. How sweet he was, how happy she was with him, all the presents and the money and the trip to Hawaii and the sex — holy fuck, the sex. The day after, they didn't even get out of bed except for food that was barely eaten. They went to the beach the next day, but that only morphed into yet more sex.

When she's finally done with her story — minus a few bits and pieces — she's nearly paced holes in the rug, while Lila just sits there patiently through the whole thing.

"Wow." Is her final answer. "Well, shit. It was really that good?"

Evie nods vehemently.

"Sweetie, if it was that great for you, than he didn't just want you for sex. I can promise you that."

"Then why did he leave me?" She breaks down, sobbing once again.

"Oh, honey." Lila pulls Evie to the edge of the bed, where she sits on it, letting Lila pull her head down to her shoulder. "It'll be okay. It'll probably be better for you anyway, I mean, his enemies literally kidnapped you and nearly killed him and you. I'm growing kind of attached to you. I wouldn't want you to die."