“What? What are you talking about? Why would I hate you?” I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.
Their gazes find each other’s across the room in relief while I was standing here in my place, thinking about what my mom just said.
What does she mean by ‘hating us like Evelyn did’?
Why would I hate them?
When no one offers me a reply, I make a quick mental note to question Lexi about it later and ended up saying, “Anyways, I came here to tell you that I’m no longer staying here- at least not for the upcoming few weeks. I need time to heal from the damage you mentally did to me. You managed to live without Evelyn; I’m sure you can manage without Evangeline too.”
With that being said, I don’t wait for their reply because they appeared to not have something- anything- to say to me; I simply rushed upstairs to my room, got out a suitcase and started packing everything I owned into the bag: my clothes, my laptop, my hairbrush, my accessorize, my perfume, my medical books- everything. When I was done packing, I held my suitcase and started heading out of my room, when Adrien decided to show up.
“Hi there.” Adrien offers me an evil smile screaming trouble and waves. “A lot of tension in the atmosphere down there, huh?”
“Yeah.” I huff out a breath of irritation.
“You know what, Evelyn?” Adrien starts approaching me slowly that I start feeling a sudden intimidation, so I start stepping back into my room until my back hit the wall.
I was in between Adrien and the wall- trapped in my own room.
“What I don’t get,” he continues bombarding me with his inquiries, “is how you’re so stupid and naïve like the little girl you are.”
“Look, Adrien.” My frustrated dark, chocolate brown eyes looked intensely into his jade ones. “I came here for my parents; I didn’t come here to argue with you, so just leave me alone, will you? What do you want?”
“What do I want?” He lets out a maniac-sounding laughter. “What do I want?” He rubs his chin sarcastically then points a finger at me. “What do you want? I did everything for you- everything anyone could ever ask for. I fucking rented the most expensive restaurants just so I’d impress you on our dates; I planned out our wedding with you; I even bought you a goddamn ticket for Paris on your birthday and paid for the whole damn trip but no! You cancel our wedding and decide to end our relationship on our wedding day. What kind of a sick person are you? Do you know how many girls would die to be in your place right now? And to think of all the time I wasted spending with you- an ungrateful worthless bitch- when it could’ve been anyone else!”
With his final accusation and from all the rage that was building up inside of him, I have to say that I saw it coming. Maybe I didn’t literally see it coming, but I felt the change in the ambiance. I heard the kind of sound he so angrily screamed out as if he weren’t a human but a malicious beast- an animal. Maybe I didn’t react because I didn’t think he’d truly have the guts to do it, or maybe because I thought that I really know him and that I can trust him, but I shouldn’t have. Faster than a blink of an eye, his hand –the same hand that I used to hold on our dates, and the one that used to caress mine so gently whenever my mood was dampened- swung out and connected with my left eye, and it stung.
It hurt so much that I felt the process of its swelling; that I felt a small trail of cool liquid trailing down my cheek; that instant tears formed from the intensity of the unbearable pain. With one hand fixed to my now bruised eye, I avert my right eye to Adrien. He seemed to be wrapping his head around what just happened because his eyes were focused solely on his clenched fist that was now a darker shade of his normal skin tone- probably from the blood rush. He kept clenching and unclenching his fist several times before his eyes travelled away from his hand.
“Evangeline.” His mood has completely changed because his eyes rose to mine apologetically as he says, “I didn’t me—”
“What the hell is going on?” Trevor’s appearance in my room wasn’t a good indication, for it was an indication that things are about to get real messy.
I was about to tell him that it’s okay- that it was just a misunderstanding- even though it wasn’t. Before I got the chance to do that, his golden- specked irises already found their way to my left eye.
“Trevor, it’s ok—”
“What the hell did you do?” At first, he was only shooting daggers at Adrien, but in an instant, before I could stop him, he started tackling him.
“Trevor stop!” My hands let go of the bag and grabs Trevor’s arms instead in an attempt to pull him away. After a few minutes with me dragging him away and him attacking, he finally stops.
“If you think that I fell for you because of your damn money, Adrien, think again.”
Here I was, spending the day thinking that maybe I shouldn’t have ended things with him- -regretting my decisions- and for what? Just so that he could come back at me with a punch. I didn’t care that Trevor was watching us, so
