forbidden-lrh

40- Sneak Out

"Luke no," Evelyn giggled into the phone, "Don't dye your hair with Michael."

Rustling and a little shuffle occurred on the other side of the phone, "Why? Your brother always does it so well."

"Because! He does everything carefully- you don't."

Laughter erupted from the both of them as Evelyn leaned more in her bed, curling up slightly. Her breathing deepened, feeling the tiredness overcome her.

"I want to sleep," she mumbled, closing her eyes for a moment.

"Wait. Don't," Luke's voice was strained, "Stay up for a little while longer."

She scrunched her face in confusion. It didn't make sense why he would want her to stay up, especially considering it was 1 am.

"And do what? I'm tired Luke," She was tipping dangerously close to the edge of passing out, and her irritation already started to make her snap at him.

"Watch your attitude," he firmly griped, lowering his voice, "Just keep yourself occupied for a little. Paint."

Evelyn sighed, tilting her head back and then back up, "Alright."

With that, she ended the call and sat up. How to keep herself from sleeping would be a struggle. When she slept, she slept.

And interrupting that peaceful sleep pissed her off. To say she was a little peeved at Luke would be accurate. An understatement if anything.

But she trusted him.

Evelyn sighed, running her hands down her thighs before catching her eyes on the plain wall. The part that she had wiped over after Patrick remained blank.

Maybe it's time to start painting there again.

With a paintbrush near the wall, Evelyn began to paint. She dipped it in the black, lightly moving strokes against the wall. The serenity of painting overcame her once more, her body one with the painting.

It wasn't until half an hour later that she pulled away, observing what was in front of her. A beautiful, soft waterfall posed in front of her, the crashing water colliding with the painted rocks.

Just then, she heard a light bang at her window. She jumped, attention turning to it immediately.

Evelyn's heart stopped. Her breathing accelerated as her heart began to pump even faster. The adrenaline that coursed through her blood intensified, her muscles tensing at any movement.

Her hand subtly reached toward her paintbrush, gripping it tight. Evelyn wanted to kick herself. What could I possibly do with a paintbrush?

Paint him a new face maybe.

A figure stood at her window, tall and broad.

Another bang occurred as the figure lifted its hand to the window, rapping its knuckles against the window once more.

A muffled voice spoke through the glass, "Baby. Open up."

Relief flooded her body.

She walked over to the window, sliding the heavy frame open as well as the screen door before proceeding to punch him.