Match Maid in Hell

Chapter Ten

She paused, "You can lick the bowl or the big spoon if you wanted to taste it"

I internally smiled, the thoughts of baking with my mother appearing in my mind. She would always let me lick the rest off the spoon.

Evie seemed embarrassed at what she just said but I didn't care to much for it.

I had never heard lick it from the bowl before. Like a dog... I wanted to make a dog joke, calling her something like that but it probably wasn't best, for both of our sakes.

"No, I'll wait." I turned, leaving the room.

She didn't respond so I closed the door behind me. With a small sigh I picked up my laptop, deciding to start the essay. It was due soon enough and I only had half of it done.

I hadn't used it since I confiscated it from Evie but all I knew was that she had closed the browser before I saw anything.

I went to open up Word before noticing a google chrome still open at the bottom. I clicked onto it, my eyebrows raising when I noticed it was an incognito tab.

I blinked.

Had that idiot really just....

I couldn't help but chuckle. She had attempted to open a hidden tab but actually searched up the stuff on the normal browser. That's why the incognito was still open. I couldn't help but laugh, how does someone even manage that?

I paused.

If she was going to search something on a hidden browser was it important... no. She probably just didn't want me to know she was on my laptop. I closed the browser and pulled up Microsoft Word with a reluctant groan, I needed to finish it.

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I was done... finished... I couldn't physically type anymore. My brain was fried and I was tired after the jog. My thoughts were also on the cheesecake so I couldn't really focus.

I got some of it done so I had like only quarter of it left to do. Deciding that was enough, I saved the file and pulled up google chrome. Just before typing in YouTube my eyes went to the three lines in the corner.

Had she only searched up bus times? Obviously not.

I had put off looking up the history incase it was a... womanly need. I mean I understood if she wanted to keep that private but couldn't she search it on her own phone.

Oh god... did that mean I was living with a girl who would go psycho once a month? With a small sigh I brought up the history page.

I blinked.

What..

She... searched this....?

The corner of my lip twitched before it turned into a proper grin. I laughed. I actually laughed. She had taken my laptop to search up did guys w*nk. I was so done with her.

I don't know why I found it so hilarious but I couldn't stop laughing. Of all things to search. She wanted to know was it not normal for a girl not to mastureb*te often? And how often did guys w*nk?

Did I really want to know the answer of why she was-

I froze.

The smile on my face disappeared when I saw her first search.

Was...

How long does it take to make a black eye disappear?

My stomach flipped.

It made sense.

The ice pack I had found on the couch when I brought my laptop back down.

The fear in her when she came back from shopping.

The way she had her one eye covered.

You're such an idiot.

I probably should have been more tactical about it and asked her about why she covered her eye but I was to mad. I was blinded by anger at that moment.

I pushed myself up, my teeth gritted, sending my laptop to fly off my laptop and on to my ground. I bit my lip to hold back any cuss works as I climbed the stairs two at a time.

"EVIE!!" I bellowed, knowing she wouldn't answer but to warn her. I slammed her bedroom door open, glaring at her. How could she not tell me? How bad was it? Was she seriously putting herself through pain just to hide it from me?

Her eyes were wide with fear and she sat up on her bed, "I am so so sorry! I don't know what I did but I'm sorry. I probably didn't know you'd get mad" She had no clue why I was mad and yet she still apologized.

My jaw ticked when my eyes landed on the thick strand of hair covering her eye. "You're going to do what your told, understand?" It came out harsher than expected. As did everything else I said.

She nodded her head before I even finished my sentence, "Yes Sir" She was physically shaking and I almost felt bad. How could someone be so scared?

"Brush back your hair"

She paled.

All color was drained from her face which basically confirmed it all.

Her mouth opened in attempt to get some words out but she couldn't manage to speak. She looked on the verge of tears.

"Uhm" Her voice finally came although it was quiet, "I can't"

"Why's that?"

She stilled, "I just fixed my hair, I don't want to ruin it" The moment she said the words she realized how dumb they sounded and her face dropped. She was one of the worst liars I had ever met.

"I'm not asking you, brush back your hair" I snapped. I was being mean but I was concerned and annoyed she wouldn't show me. She could be seriously injured.

Her mind seemed to be telling her a million things because she zoned out, not any less scared. I felt a twinge of guilt. Was she always this scared or was I causing her to be like this?

It could seriously impact on her life, I mean she could end up in a mental asylum or something. At least she'd be off my hands then.

I walked toward her, noticing she wasn't looking.

You can do this, be nice....

Good luck with that.