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I stare at the dark sky, only lit by the stars while laying my head against the car's window with August's words repeating like a record player in my head.
"Fucking leave him, Evangeline. If he can't be fucking enough of a man to be here when you need him, then leave. You deserve better than a guy who isn't going to be there for you!" His words rumble in my mind. With each time it plays, it breaks my heart a little more.
August said that the nurses were in a panic and barely got my contraction down. He said there's a chance Johnny might come early if I don't become bed-rested. How can I be bed-rested when there's so much to do? So much to plan. So much... It's a lot mentally to prepare to be a parent, but if Johnny were to come this early, I would drop everything to take care of him.
"You heard the nurses, Evangeline. Don't get out of bed much, unless you really need to. This was a close call, Eve," I continue to stare out the window, lost in my own world as Violet talks to me.
"EVE!" I turn my head to look at her in the passenger seat from the back seat, seeing her staring at me.
"Are you listening?! This isn't a game, Evangeline! This is the real world! You ALMOST lost your baby," I sigh.
"I know, Violet. I'm scared I'm going to lose him. I've finally made it this far without any problems, but now this happened. I don't know what'd I do if I lost him," I say as tears swell in my eyes.
"Awe, Evangeline. You're going to be okay. You're not going to lose him. He's going to be okay," Violet says as a tear falls from her eye. She says that like she didn't just scream at me for almost losing the baby.
"God, you two are so emotional," I whip my head to August, sitting in the seat next to me.
"Who the hell invited him here?" I say, irritated, turning my head back to Violet and Donny driving.
"I did. I meant when I said I wouldn't leave you again," August says with a serious look. I roll my eyes.
"So, you're going to follow me everywhere?" August nods, "Damn, I never thought you of a person to use the girl's restroom, but I guess if that's your thing, then go for it," He rolls his eyes.
"I'm not going to be following you into there. That's disgusting," I laugh at August's revolted face.
"You said!" I say, teasingly. August rolls his eyes.
"Everywhere, but there," I laugh as Donny pulls into the gates of the Winters house.
"Damn, sis. You should try to date rich guys more often," I roll my eyes as August looks around at the big yard, lit with garden lights while being watered by the sprinklers all over it and viewing the large lit-up mansion.
"I plan for Mr. Winters to be the last guy I'm with, as he's going to be my husband."
"Whatever you say," August replies, chuckling.
"I'll be back after I drop Violet home," Donny says. I smile.
"Don't worry about it, Donny. I'm going to be fine. I'm not going anywhere anyways, so take your time," Donny smiles at me as I get out of the car. August gets out of the car and opens the trunk, pulling out a suitcase.
"What the hell are you doing?" I ask August as I watch him pull up the suitcase's handle.
"Moving in, what do you think?" I roll my eyes at his words.
"Who the hell said you're going to move in with us?" I say, crossing my arms and seeing Donny drive off with Violet.
"I did. Now, are you going to show me inside, or are we going to argue about it all day?" I roll my eyes and rub between my eyes.
"You know what? I don't have time to argue. I have work tomorrow, and I'm tired as shit," I say, turning around, walking on the driveway to the house barefooted because no one brought me shoes.
I take a breath before slowly stepping up the steps as my legs shake from pain, "It looks like you're still in pain," I roll my eyes.
"No shit, Sherlock," I see August drop his bag as I open the door.
"What the hell are you doing?" I say as August walks towards me, placing his arm under my kneecap and my back, and lifts me.
"Put me down, you son of a bitch!" I yell as August laughs.
"You can hardly walk up the stairs, and by the looks of it, there are a lot of stairs in this mansion. You can't walk in pain," I roll my eyes.
"So? Leave me be. I'll be fine. I'm strong," August rolls his eyes as he starts walking up the stairs.
"Strong or not, I'm not letting my little sister go in pain anymore," I roll my eyes and rest my hand on my head.
"Feel the burn yet? Are your legs aching from carrying me up the stairs," August rolls his eyes.
"No, because I exercise regularly and lift much heavier things than you every day. You wouldn't be so fat if you exercise regularly," I furrow my brows and twitch my eyes.
"What the fuck did you call me?" I say as he reaches the top and puts me down on the floor.
"You heard me," I take a breath and smile.
"You're right. I should get more exercise. Hey, August? How'd you get that bump on your head?" I say, pointing at his smooth head.
"What bump?" He asks.
"This bump," I say, pushing his chest hard with my other hand, seeing him fall backwards. I cackle evilly as I watch him falling down the steps, and landing on the floor at the bottom.
"Evangeline, you bitch! I'll get you for that!" He says while moaning out of pain.
"You shouldn't have called me fat! Do you feel the bump now?!" I yell down the steps. I turn around with a cruel smile on my face, "While you're down there, get your fucking luggage!" I yell while walking down the steps.
I bump into someone's muscular chest, catching me off guard. I look up, seeing Mr. Winters's mask.
"Did you push August down the stairs?" I smile, catching a glimpse of looking into his smokey-blue eyes.
"Possibly," I say as my smile turns into a straight face while I walk past Mr. Winters.
"Evangeline, wait!" I hear Mr. Winters say as I walk into my bedroom.
I look around, seeing the vibrator dead and covered in blood on the floor, and the puddle of blood that oozed out of me, still on the floor. Great, now it's going to stain. I sigh as I walk and unzip my red dress. I fucking hate this dress, I say to myself as I slide it down and kick it off.
I fucking hate these stockings, I say as I lift each leg on the wall and take off the blood-filled stockings and rip them in half, throwing them on the ground.
"I loved those stockings," I roll my eyes, hearing Mr. Winters's voice, seeing him leaning against the doorway of the room from the corner of my eye as I walk into the finally fixed bathroom.
I push the button on the grey touchscreen, and the water turns on. I step under the steaming hot water and rub my face, washing the makeup off me. I rub my watery eyes and look down, seeing the colorful makeup and blood washing down the drain. The smell of peach shampoo, and vanilla body wash fill the air as I scrub every inch of my body, feeling disgusted as I scrub the dry blood off my legs, and being careful washing my sensitive vagina. I sigh out of relief as a clean feeling washes over me as I rinse all the soap off my body.
I step out of the water, sniffing my nose from the hot water, and wrapping the towel around my body. I step out of the bathroom, seeing a familiar short, skinny, blonde-haired woman maid cleaning the blood mess.
"Oh, you don't have to clean that!" The woman looks at me with fearful eyes. Jesus, what did Mr. Winters do to her?
"Oh no, ma'am! This is my job! I must do this," She says with a shaky voice.
"You don't have to be afraid. I'm not going to hurt or yell at you," I say with a low peaceful voice, "What's your name, darling?" I say in a low friendly voice.
"Evangeline, let her do her work!" The maid scrubs the blood mess harder as Mr. Winters's stern voice echoes in the room.
"Why don't you take a break and relax? It looks like you've been working all day," I say with a calm voice while ignoring Mr. Winters.
She keeps scrubbing with a frightened face. I whip my head at Mr. Winters, "Let her take a break!" I demand.
"The blood mess needs to be cleaned, therefore she has work to do and can't take a break," I roll my eyes as I drop my towel with a straight face in front of Mr. Winters. His eyes widen at me while I grab a robe from the closet.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Mr. Winters says, infuriated.
"Getting a robe on so I can get a bucket and a mop to help her clean my blood mess so she can take a break," I say as I slide the robe on my arm and tie it around me.
"The fuck you are," Mr. Winters says, blocking my way from the door.
"Get the hell out of my way!" I say furiously.
"No," He says in a deep, serious tone while squinting one eye.
I push him out of the way and walk down the hall.
"I didn't want to have to do this, Evangeline," I hear Mr. Winters say behind me. As I walk faster from him, he quickly slides his hand under my thigh and behind my back, lifting me.
"Put me down, you fucking asshole!" I scream as he turns around and walks down the hall. I pound on his chest out of anger, and despite as he walks by a room with August unpacking. August starts breaking out in laughter as he sees me.
He walks to his office door, opens it, and sets me down in the room. He closes the door behind him and locks it.
"So what, you're going to keep me in here as a prisoner now?" I say, crossing my arms and looking around. My eyes stop on the window behind his desk.
"This office is on the second floor, so don't even think about jumping," I roll my eyes and look at Mr. Winters, blocking the door.
"Who said I was going to jump?" I reply.
"Who knows what you're going to do now," He says, staring at me like I'm a stranger.
"What the fuck do you want, Cole? What the fuck do you want from me?!" I say, raising my voice, almost yelling.
"What the hell do you mean what do I want from you?! I want you to act like my fucking wife and not fucking strip in front of a FUCKING STRANGER! You're supposed to be my fiance! You can't be showing your naked body to everyone!" Mr. Winters says, enraged.
"A stranger? You think she's a fucking stranger to me?! You think that I haven't seen that woman before? That woman has been working her ass off this whole fucking week, and not ONCE have I seen her take a fucking break! You think I'm going to parade my fucking naked body to everyone that's fucking stranger or anyone who looks at me! You must be real stupid if you think I'm going to fucking do that to you. Plus, I'm pretty sure that maid of yours has seen worse things than my naked body. Hell, I bet she's seen your dick before!" I say, poking his chest hard with my fingers and my other hand forming a fist.
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-End Of Chapter 64-
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