Kurt just froze after she told him. No one spoke. His hands rubbed together nervously. 'Right Evelyn. Where is that asshole?' He said as he stood up. 'K-Kurt no..listen..it's fine-' Evelyn whimpered. 'No Evelyn! It's clearly not fucking fine! That dick deserves whatever is coming to him.' Kurt ranted, although it was the wrong time, Evelyn thought his voice sounded kinda hot when he shouted. No! She snapped out of it. She couldn't be falling in love again. After last time. Her thoughts were interrupted by Kurt's shouting. 'Let me guess, he was a typical redneck. Fifty year old bald guy, drinking his beer, wearing a tight vest. Hmm?' Evelyn started to shake and tears poured from her eyes. Kurt practically described him. 'Kurt it doesn't matter what he looked like. Just let me go home OKAY!' Evelyn weakly shouted, her voice was hoarse. 'Fine. But at least let me take you home. I'll have to tell the guys first but I'll take you on the van. Okay?' Kurt comforted. He rubbed his arm on her elbow to try and calm her down but she flinched at his cold fingers touching her.
He left the room and she just collapsed onto the floor. Her whole body fell numb after the events of the night. 'Fuck! Fuck you! Fuck!' She screamed. She was still screaming when Kurt came in and she didn't even notice him entering the room. 'Evelyn..come on...it's okay now...he's not here...' Kurt whispered. 'But he is ,Kurt! He's up here!' Evelyn screamed, pointing to her head. 'C'mon baby...I'll carry you to the van. Is that ok? I'll be gentle..' Kurt's words stung like a wasp. No one had called Evelyn baby since her ex girlfriend. The memories were just brought back.
He picked her up bridal style and she didn't have the strength to protest. She just weeped into his shoulder, although he reeked of sweat a bit after his gig. Kurt carefully put her down in the passenger seat and got in the van. The whole journey, no one spoke. Kurt kept stealing glances at her, he was worried. She had to tell him which one her house was. And they finally arrived. Kurt picked her up again and let her unlock the door. Evelyn just let him in and looked at him in the hallway of the house, with it's faded carpet and broken door handle on the kitchen door. 'Kurt..look it's late...you can stay on the couch if you want.' Evelyn said nervously, why should she trust this guy? He could be like all the others. But no. He was Kurt Cobain.
Kurt nodded his head and went straight to the couch. Evelyn quickly ran up the stairs and cried in the bath. She didn't even run it, she just lay in an empty bath. Kurt heard her muffled sobs from downstairs. It was a sleepless night for Evelyn. If her eyes closed, everything just came back to her. So she just cried.
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beautiful son
Ficción Generalthe turbulent story of the relationship between Evelyn Alys and Kurt Cobain. Enter at your own risk..