Why Me?

Chapter 8 More Questions Than Answers

Authors Note: Sorry this chapter is a bit short. My inspiration is lacking and I don't have as much time to write as I did in the summer. Feel free to throw out ideas if you want and if I make grammatical errors just tell me.Thanks and enjoy. :-)

Evangeline

     As soon as I ran in the house, I slammed the back door shut and locked it. I turned around and leaned against the door, huffing and puffing. I looked down at the floor trying to catch my breath when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped, still shaking with fear, and tried, violently, to swat the hand away.

     “Evie darlin’, what’s wrong with you!?” I heard Aunt Cecilia asked. I stopped swinging my arms and looked up. She was standing in front of me with her blue eyes wide open. She had grabbed my wrists lightly and had pushed them down to my sides. She slowly released me and began to walk into the living, waving her hand behind her signaling me to follow her. I did, taking a seat on the couch when I entered. When Aunt Cecilia faced me, she seemed a bit nervous. Her famous smile was nowhere to be found and her face was wrinkled with distress.

     “What did that man do ta ya?” she asked, her nervousness turning into a mix of fear and anger. I stared at her in shock. How could she possibly know what happened? Did I not hang up my cell phone?

     “He didn’t do anything really bad, he just scared that crap out of me.” I said remembering how he pushed me up against the barn. “Aunt Cecilia how did you know,”

     “That doesn’t matter. What did he say ta ya?” she had now taken me by the shoulders and lightly shook me. Still frightened, I repeated what the man had said to me. When the name Caroline Robertson came up, my aunt froze in place, staring blankly at me.

     She stayed like that for a few moments, just staring off into space. Then she slowly got up and walked over to that strange, scratched up box on the shelf. She ran her finger tips over it a couple times. From her profile, she looked deep in thought. Suddenly, she turned toward me with a hint of anger in her eyes.

     “Evangeline, ya listen here.” She came back over to the couch but didn’t sit down. Instead she stood in front of me and glared down at me. “Ya not allowed ta go over ta the Springfield’s home anymore.” I opened my mouth to protest but she cut me off.

     “An’ ya not allowed ta go inta town without me or ya mother.” I once again tried to interject but Aunt Cecilia just kept going. “An’ ya will NOT leave this house the rest of the summer. When school starts, ya will driving the truck there, WITHOUT stoppin’, an’ drive it back WITHOUT stoppin’. An’ ya will…” but the rest of her words just went in one ear and out the other.

     “Why was she acting like this!? It’s not like the guy did anything bad to me.” I thought to myself. “Wayne was only interested in her anyway, so why…”

     “Do ya understand me Evangeline?” I was taken out of my train of thought by the conclusion of her rant. I hadn’t been paying attention but her face seemed redder than the last time I looked at her. Her hands were down to her sides, in fists, and her blue eyes were like blades stabbing into mine.

     I nodded my head; I was never able to disobey authority. Without another word, she stalked off to her bedroom and slammed the door shut. I then put my head down and blankly stared at a brown coffee stain on the rug. “What the hell just happened?” I wanted answers but all I got was more questions. How was Wayne and that Caroline lady connected to Aunt Cecilia and what was so important about that creepy old box.

     My thoughts were interrupted by a vibration in pocket. I pulled out my phone and looked at the lock screen. Five missed calls, two voicemails and six unread text messages; all from Beckett. I unlocked my phone and started with the text messages.  I read his messages which consisted of the normal questions I would expect after what happened. “Evie are you ok?” and “Please call me back.” But one just made my already fast beating heart beat quicken. “God please call me back Evie I need to know that you’re safe.”

     I got off the couch and made my way to my room. I listened to Beckett’s voicemails, my heart breaking at the sound of his voice. “He’s really worried. I should call him back.”  As I was about call him back, I bumped into something hard, it was a body. I looked up, finding Lisa, who seemed to be hiding around the corner. She smirked at me devilishly and I took a few steps back.

    “So, looks like little Miss Suck-up isn’t on aunties good side anymore.” Her breath smelled of alcohol and I knew what was coming.

     “Lisa please, not now I,” but before I could finish her fist connected with my face. I fell to the floor with a hard thud. My phone slide across the floor towards the kitchen, my last chance to get away was gone. I looked in the direction of Aunt Cecilia’s room, hoping, wishing that she was able to hear what was going on. But I only heard the sound of her spiritual music cranked as loud as it could be. As I turned around and looked up at Lisa, I couldn’t help but think once again to myself, why me?