“That’s where I started to crack. An office party to celebrate reaching our quota for the year much sooner than projected. The boss being lively and getting to feel like ‘one of us’ everyone actually talking, instead of ‘working’ to one another. Me, Evan, just having 8 drinks too many. And Her. Making out with him on the dance floor. I knew I should have come. I tossed my drink back behind me, not caring for who it might have hit, and took the elevator down to be bitter else where.
“I needed some air.” I lied, undoing the tie around my neck. I want to get rid of this whole suit to be honest. I wanted to go home now, but It seems as though my body was doing other things.
“Really? Some air…” She repeated after me standing with her arm against mine. Why did she have to do that…
I carefully moved away from her and I could hear her feet shuffle to keep from falling over when I did this. “Mad at me?” She asked with a sigh. I should just go… Just leave… Don’t say anything, don’t reply, don’t try to make her understand…Just go.
“Why would I be? A better question is why are you out her with me when number one is inside?” Dammit, I didn’t mean to snap… I need to leave, Before I do something else wrong.
“Maybe because I like you more?” She said in such a soft voice… I hate it when she does that.
“Yeah. But you love him.” I won’t hold back anymore… Just say it. “I’m done doing this. Playing this game; like this is enough. Its not. And I’m fucking done with having the ‘scraps’ when he’s done with you.” I took a deep breath, and felt so light after saying that. I could finally feel my body doing as I had commanded it over and over, like clicking on a link and getting it to load a minute later.
She was silent. I refused to look at her this whole time… We both knew I’d heel like a good boy if I saw her. As I turned my back to her properly and began to walk I could hear her, almost heartbroken. “Is that what you think of me?”
It doesn’t matter what I think! It doesn’t matter what I feel! This is about you, getting your way! “Go back inside, Vanessa” My feet finally started moving me forward, and my heart just sank lower with each step.
“Hey… Hey…” Evan began to stir in his bed to the sound of someone calling his name. He looked with crust in, and around his eyes a terrible nights sleep to the butcher knife murderer that he was currently joining forces with to keep from being killed. He had somehow forgotten about this.
“You talk in your sleep. And who is Vanessa?” Val asked, probing the guy who’s home she had been staying in for a couple of days now. She did a lot of asking questions whenever he was home, and seemed to have made her self comfortable here. Evan decided the smart thing to do was given in with no fight. She asked, he answered. She ordered, he did. For the most part, she wasn’t a pain, though he seemed to realize that she had gotten into his bed at some point after he went to sleep last night.
“I’d rather not talk about it.” He said before yawning just as he finished his sentence. Val was laying beside him over the bed covers while Evan slept under them and was wearing one of his shirts, even though he had gotten her clothes since she ‘moved in.’
“Fine. But you need to wake up. There’s a cop car outside, and I think they might be here for you.” She told him with little to no urgency in the matter. This seemed to wake him up well enough, Evan falling out of his bed and rushing to the window to look.
He grumbled loud enough to hear, and even more when she started to chuckle, since there was no cop car to be seen. “Oh, you think that is funny?!” He said, said, taking a few deep breaths. The panic in his face was priceless, and the way he seemed to wake up and dart to the window was noted by Val over this.
“Hilarious.” She smirked to him and got up from his bed, walking over to pat his shoulder. “I need to know that you can wake up the second there is danger, and move just like you did. When we have to deal with these people, we are going to need to be quick and alert.” She reminded him.