-Evangeline-
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I watch as his eyes shift from a cold, ruthless look to wide eyes, and then... sorrow sets in.
Why should he feel sorrow for? He only said his true feelings...
His eyes shifted from the dangerous Mr. Winters to the loving Cole I know right in front of me.
Is this the Mr. Winters everyone warned me about? The one who has all the red flags and the killer everyone's afraid of?
My hands form a fist and squeeze my purse tight as I take a step back, seeing his head turn from me to back at his family. Acting as if he didn't see my soul, crushing right all over my face.
I force my legs to move from its frozen position, my lungs crumbling with every step in this damn house.
I need to leave.
I say to myself as my heels click on this marble floor that I suddenly hate so much and out the door.
Closing the door behind me, I take a deep breath, my body trembling from the sudden change in air outside, and what just happened...
The pouring rain fills the ringing in my ears as I take a smell of the rain atmosphere, trying to put together what happened.
God, I hope this is a dream.
Ignoring the knife that just hit me through the heart, I fumble my numb, shaky fingers through my purse, pulling out my phone, and calling the one person on my mind.
"Violet, I need you to pick me up now!" I abrupt to Violet before she can speak.
"Evangeline, what's wrong?!" She replies, hearing the distress in my voice.
"I'll explain later. I need you to get here now!" I hang the phone up and stare out at the sudden quiet yard and long driveway.
I step down the steps, my heels splashing against the puddles. I rub my arms from the cold rain hitting my skin like a knife to a board.
I wait by it for what felt like an eternity, shivering, but not from the cold rain by the golden gates.
It's funny how the more you stare at something, the more you notice small details about something. Like this gate, it has small markings at the bottom from hitting the ground hard. It makes me... that there's finally something imperfect in this land.
Violet's car speeds up to the gate, and I exit the gate.
How did she find this location? I don't know, but I'm glad she's here.
"I got here as fast as I could. What happened?!" Violet's voice yells as I open the door and enter the car.
"Just drive... I'll explain on the way," I say as I lay my head on the window, a numb feeling oversetting my body.
Violet stops the car at Mr. Winters's mansion.
I get out of the car, my feet dragging every step, not wanting to enter Mr. Winters's house.
I close the front door behind me, the sound echoing throughout the quiet house, and walk to the stairs, leaving a trail of water behind.
"How'd it go?" August's voice yells down the hall as I reach the top of the stairs.
I walk into our... his room and go to the closet, grabbing a suitcase, and slamming it onto the bed.
"Evangeline?" August asks from the doorway as I shove a handful of clothes into the suitcase, "Everything okay?"
I stop and turn to August. My soaking wet hair hits my cheek as I look at August who has a worried look on his face.
"Did you know?" My voice coming out more frail than I expected.
He looks at me confused, "Know what?"
"Did you know... I was a toy?" His face pales two shades lighter than his normal skin tone.
I roll my eyes, "That's all I needed to know," I turn around, shoving more clothes from the closet, and into the suitcase.
"Evangeline..."
I whip my head, my wet hair slapping against my cheek, "Just don't. I'm leaving. You can come if you want."
August sighs, "Alright, then I'm going with you."
He leaves into the hallway, and I finish grabbing all my clothes, and some of my belongings. I pick up the mini picture scroll from the picture booth.
An ache in my chest seethes against my heart as I recall the memories. I put my fingers on the top of the paper, trying to rip it, but my fingers won't let me.
Every ounce of me wants to rip and tear it to shreds, but my hands won't let me. I throw the picture in my suitcase, hearing the zip of it struggle as I push the top down, zipping it up.
I roll my suitcase down the quiet hall, hearing footsteps and a suitcase appear behind me as I stare at the hardwood floors, watching every step I take.
My suitcase bangs against the stairs as I drag it down. The front door closes, echoing in the quiet halls, causing me to look up.
Mr. Winters takes off his mask, setting it on a table near the wall, next to a vase with flowers I put there.
His stone-cold eyes meet mine, causing salivation in my mouth and a lump in my throat to form.
"Whatever you heard at the dinner. It isn't true," His deep voice breaks the silent stare between us.
Oh, how I love his voice.
I roll my eyes and ignore him as I walk towards the door. He steps in front of me, stopping me.
I stare into his smokey-blue eyes, "Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. Way."
"Evangeline-"
"NO. Don't you fucking Evangeline me!" I try walking around him. He puts his arm around me, forcing me back in front of him.
I slap his arm off of me, "Don't you fucking touch me!"
"Evangeline, it's not what you think."
"Really, Cole? Because it seems to me it was. How can you even say it wasn't true? It wasn't the things your father said. It's how you reacted that hurt," Mr. Winters says nothing.
"What was I to you, Mr. Winters?! A scam?! A good time?! Did you think you only had to stay with me because of OUR child?! Tell me, Mr. Winters... Did I look pretty with you? Did I look good in front of the paparazzi with you? Did you use me to your advantage to get people to LIKE you?!" I take a deep breath to calm my trembling body.
"Don't even think about contacting me because, apparently, I'm just a plaything you only keep around for fun! I gave EVERYTHING to YOU! I TRUSTED YOU!" Mr. Winters looks me in the eyes with sorrow as he says nothing.
"You have no idea how much I FUCKING LOVE YOU, Cole Winters. How every time I find out something new, the first thing I think of is to tell you about it. How my heart BURNS, aching for every touch of your hand. When you're gone, the only thing I can think about... is if you're safe. When my lungs fucking BREATH your SCENT, my heart CALMS. And my whole body feels like nothing could hurt me. Even standing here, smelling your scent, every ounce of me wants to jump into your arms and kiss your lips. Your soft lips... I feel like I'm soaring through the sky when I kiss your lips. But you've hurt me... deep to the core," I calm my quivering lips, desperately wanting to cry.
"I would live and die for you. I would be tortured.. day by day... just to hear your voice. I would jump in front of a moving train, just to feel your lips pressed against mine. I would TAKE A BULLET to the HEART... just to see your smile. Your FUCKING glorious smile. Your smile lights up my soul. It's the air to my lungs. The blood in my veins. The waves in my brain. It's the last thing I wanted to see before I fell asleep, and the first thing I wanted to see in the morning."
"You were my first. Not only to take my virginity away but first to show me that I am enough and to know what real love is. You were my fairy tale prince and my knight and savior," I say with a cracked voice, "But evidently, you don't feel the same way," I lick my quivering lips and take another deep breath, gaining the strength to say my final words.
"I pray TO GOD, you never use another woman... like you've used me," I say with a dead cracked voice while staring despairingly into his eyes. I wipe my heavily watering eyes, as I roll my suitcase, my shoulder hitting his as I walk out the door.
"One last thing," August calls out.
I turn around to see him standing in front of Mr. Winters. He waits until I'm looking before he quickly makes a fist and slugs Mr. Winters in the face hard. Mr. Winters didn't move or flinch. He just took it.
He stares at August. August clears his throat, looking away from from his death glare as he grabs his suitcase and walks away from Mr. Winters.
I sniff my nose, as I exit the house for the last time.
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"You're quitting?" Hunter sets down the two-week notice slip on his desk as he looks at me, worried.
"Yes," I say, standing up from his chair and straightening my black skirt and black jacket., "I will be working for the last two weeks and then leaving this company."
Hunter grins, "This wouldn't be because of your recent break up with Cole, would it?"
I clear my throat, "Mr. Winters, it has been three weeks since the sudden relationship breakage. If this was about your brother, then it would be in my personal matters and not business matters. My personal life doesn't mix with my business life."
A chuckle comes from Hunter, "I guess you're on the market again? You wouldn't want to go to lunch together for a fair well?"
"As much as that would repulse me, I would suggest you go to lunch with your... woman? Was it Candy you're with now? Or is it Charlotte still?" His smile fades, and I scoff.
"Well, thank you for your time, Mr. Winters. It was a... pleasure to work," I grab my paperwork from the chair next to me, tightening my arm and holding them as I turn to walk to his doors.
I shuffle my paperwork around in one arm, organizing them as I walk when my shoulder bumps into someone as I pass them by.
"Oh, sorry-" I turn to look at the person, seeing the mask I never wanted to see again.
I turn my head around, ignoring him as I walk to the elevator.
A note is taped to the elevator reading Closed.
Great. This day can't get any better.
I walk through the door of the stairs, hearing the stair door slam behind me, echoing down the long passage of stairs below as I walk down the first step of the stairs.
I hear the door slam behind me again and footsteps coming down the stairs.
I roll my eyes, thinking it's Cole, and turn around. My heart drops into my stomach, and my breathing starts irregulating as I stare at the unknown person in a mask in front of me.
"Can- can I help you?" My voice echoes down the stairs, filling with fear.
He says nothing as he walks towards me. I back up to the concrete wall, next to the stairs, feeling the coldness of the wall against the palm of my hand.
"You can't, but you will," My eyes widen at his familiar voice.
"Who are you?!" I ask, hoping he'll give out his name to the cameras in the corners.
"Someone you should have never messed with," I swallow the lump in my throat as I remember the voice I haven't heard since the courthouse while he walks closer, wanting to pin me against the wall.
My heart beats out of my chest as I slide away before he can reach me.
Escape. Escape. The words repeat in my mind as I step my foot on the first step of the stairs.
A hand forces against my back, nudging me down. I let out a high-pitched scream -to cover what feels like I'm slowly falling into my doom- as I drop the papers in my arms while trying to reach out to catch myself.
My scream cuts off as my head and front body slam into the concrete stairs hard, knocking the breath out of me and sending an agony of pain throughout my spine, stomach, and body. My vision spins black and white stars as my body tries to flip on my head, but fails, ending in a sharp pain going through my neck as it rolls on its side. My head and feet hit the railing and wall as it rolls down the rest of the stairs.
I stare at the corner of the concrete platform as a high-pitched noise fills my ears, and roaring pain sends throughout my hips, mixed with an abundance of pressure. I try to force a scream out using the last of my breath, but all that comes out of my lips is a small whine.
The taste of copper fills my mouth as my lungs burn with a lack of oxygen. I start to choke as my lungs fill with liquid -like I'm drowning- while I try to gasp for air. Electric shocks are sent throughout my spine, mixed with a thumping of my neck and head while my hips feel like they're ripping, forcing me apart. My legs go numb from the abruptness of pain as my vision goes black.
The sound of footsteps rushes down the stairs, splashing in a liquid next to me, and down more stairs, a cracking door opens and slams shut.
Another door slams open, "Evangeline!" A warm-smokey voice calls out to me, followed by rushed footsteps as the door shuts.
A sharp pain goes through my neck as it lifts up, hands surrounding my cheeks, "Please! Stay with me!" The voice begs out.
"Please... I can't lose you."
Everything goes silent.
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-End Of Crashing Down Into Glory-
Thank you so much for reading my story Of Crashing Down Into Glory! <3
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Message From The Author:
Thank y'all sooooo much for reading my book CRASHING DOWN INTO GLORY! You have no IDEA how thankful and blessed I am to have y'all read or even view my book. This is the VERY first book that I was SERIOUS with, took time to edit, and took time to write out ideas. So, thank you for reading.
Have a Glory day/night! <3
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Don't be sad because the book is ending because Evangeline and Mr. Winters's story isn't over yet. There is much more to come as she is CRASHING DOWN INTO FAME.
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If you don't want to read my second book, it's okay. I'm not going to force you to do anything if you're too scared. ;)