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"You've been distancing yourself from me lately, you keep ignoring my calls—you unexpectedly clock out 5 hours early!" He exclaims, "Whats going on? Tell me it's not true."
I can feel the tears forming and the lump in my throat. "It's not true. I would never cheat on you."
"Then what is it? Why are you distancing yourself from me all of a sudden? Tell me the truth." Evan demands.
I decide to tell the truth. At least he can't say I lied to him about it. Or kept anything from him.
"You make me feel like a helpless child." I raise my voice just a tad bit, "You swoop in and try to be the hero A LOT. And as grateful as I am, no one takes me seriously because they know you're gonna take care of everything FOR me. My big, bad boyfriend is going to take care of everything for me because I'm too weak to handle shit on my own." I pause, taking a breath or two before continuing, "I just feel that you're under a lot of pressure already between work and your father. I just don't want to be another reason."
"Another reason for what?" Evan says sharply, his arms crossed.
"For you to be stressed." I look down unhappily, "Like how you missed dinner last week."
Evan is silent for quite some time. He stands there with his muscular arms crossed over his chest. I can feel his eyes burning through my skull.
I look up into his infuriated blue eyes. "Evan, I would NEVER cheat on you. I love you."
Evan blinks. "What did Bob say to you that made you feel so uncomfortable you had to leave like that?"
It's more like what Mr. Taylor didn't say actually. "Just some stuff."
Suddenly, Evan is chest to chest with me. His hands hold my face to where I have to look at him dead in the eyes. Fear seeps into my core. Evan is not mad or angry—he's fucking pissed.
"What. The hell. Did. Bob. Say. To. You?" Evan says through gritted teeth, anger apparent on his pale face.
My honesty gets the best of me. Tears stream down my hideous face. My vision gets blurred.
"He-He called me a slut and said that he didn't understand why you wanted me cause—" I say through the tears, "I'm not pretty to look at like your ex's were. And that I'm not built like they were! And that he would help me find another job if I broke your heart and dumped you."
I immediately shut up when I say the last part. I didn't lie but it's a lot to swallow all at once. Evan continues to hold me firmly in place as he stares deep into my soul. His blue eyes stare into mine fiercely, his thumb rubbing the tears into my skin. I can't read him, only that he is far beyond fucking pissed now. I hold onto his big hands that hold my face.
"Please, say something." I softly beg him, "Scream, yell—I don't care. Just say something."
Evan lets me go, leaving me shaking on my bones. I've never been terrified of Evan before. He walks past me and starts to leave. Loneliness and regret fills me and leaves me torn inside. I begin to shake at the terrible feelings. But then a firm hand grabs me by my bicep and turns me around. My face is shoved into a warm chest. The smell of Evan's cologne fills my lungs. He kisses the top of my head.
"I'm sorry!" I exclaim, "I just wanted to handle this on my own and I knew if I told you, you would try and take care of it for me."
Against my cheek, I can feel Evan's rapid heartbeat. It's insanely fast. I look up at him, he stares down at me with furrowed brows. His thumb traces my brow.
"Are you mad at me?"
"Yes," He says
I am filled with, "For not answering? Or for trying to handle it in my own?"
"For thinking you could ever be a problem." He kisses my forehead and briefly hugs me one last time.
"Where are you going?" I trail after him, my hand holding onto his wrist.
"Princess, go to bed." He command's me, "I'll call you tomorrow."
"Baby, why are you leaving me?" I whine.
Evan turns and gives me a warning like look. I stop dead in my tracks. Me motions towards my bed.
"Baby, go to bed. Now." Evan says once more.
"You're going to go take care of it, aren't you?" I say in a small voice.
Evan looks down and sighs right before he closes my apartment door. And I'm left alone.