Many people have asked me why I stay. With him, there's never a dull moment, for better or worse! Even now, as a I hide under our bed like a scared little kid, I wouldn't even consider leaving Evil.
… It would just mad him angrier.
"Fliiiiippyyyyy, come out baby! I won't hurt you..." He cooed in the deep, surly voice that sent shivers down my spine; both erotic and fearful. "heh, much." I gulped softly as I heard his foot steps get closer to the bed. I could see his feet standing across from me, his green fur slightly matted with sweat, clearly getting excited over his hunt.
This was a mistake, staying with Evil. I admit it; I should have listened to Flaky and Cuddles! They begged me to see him for the psychopath he was- is- but all I saw were those bright green eyes, that predator like voice and his toned form; I was greedy and ignored my friends and my better judgement. It's not like his reputation was a secret or anything.
There was a creak behind me, I could no longer see his feet. He was leaving the room... maybe I could run to Flaky's house and stay for the night... she never turned me down when Evil got like this, in fact, she was very sympa-
"Hyaaaaa!" I shrieked as a clawed hand gripped my ankle and dragged me out from under the bed. I squeezed my eyes shut and nudged onto my side slightly. I heard it; his heavy breathing and felt it washing over my face. He was waiting... he wanted me to look at him.
"Open your eyes." He commanded. I didn't. I wouldn't give him what he wanted! Because I knew as soon as I opened my eyes, he would give me that look... the one that made me shiver all over, the look that made me go weak kneed; the look that made me fall for him. "Open your fucking eyes Flippy!" He snarled, gripping at my jaw and yanking me onto to my back with it. I gasped for air and he dropped on my chest heavily, but I still wouldn't look at him. "Look at me you fucking whore!" He yelled in my ear.
"No!" I snapped. We both paused. I never yelled back at Evil... I was too scared he'd smack me for it.
"... What did you say?" I shivered under the sheer rage in his voice; this was the night I was going to die.
Tears began slipping down my face, eyes still wedged shut. "No! I won't! No..." I choked, still laying on my back. I felt his soft hand wipe away my tears, he even went so far as to kiss some away. I gasped in response, but I knew what card he was playing.
"Come on Flippy, babe... I just wanna see those pretty eyes of yours... please?" His tone was lighter, but didn't fool me. I turned my face away and let a fresh batch of tears spill on the green carpet. "Flippy... open your god damn eyes..." He was angry again. "Open them or I'll fucking carve your eye lids off! RAARGH!" The roar at the end was unnecessary, but got his point across. I was beginning to relent, when I suddenly thought of Flaky.
Just think of Flaky... think of her, and everything will be alright... With this in mind, I willed my eyes to stay closed.
Evil was panting, huffing, wheezing.
"... Why won't you look at me?" He sounded weak, his voice a whimper. But I still kept my eyes shut. I felt something soft press against my chest; he'd buried his face there. "Look at me Flippy... look at me baby..." He choked on the first round of sincere tears he'd cried in a long time.
Then he raised, both hands slamming on the floor either side of my head. I could tell if it was tears or saliva, but something splattered on my face when he yelled;
"Open your eyes or I'll hunt down Flaky!" My breath hitched. He meant it. He would. He would chase and kill my best friend like she was a wild animal.
With a final sigh of reluctance, I opened my eyes for him.