Evelyn hated the basement.
She hated the smell, she hated the look, she hated the feel, she hated the doors, she hated the staircase, she hated the basement. Every time she went down there, she felt like she was going to die. There was this suffocating aura of darkness and… this type of evilness, in a sense.
But the moment Tate had asked her to meet him in the basement, she dropped what she was doing and headed down the stairs. There was no question in her mind, no moment of hesitation when he asked her to meet him down there. For a moment, Evelyn felt fearless as she walked down those ancient stairs and stood in the middle of the stone room. That was until she couldn't feel Tate, and she didn't mean in a physical sense… she could literally not feel a sign of life down there.
"Tate," Evelyn called, her hand gripping the banister as she turned, "It's midnight. You said you wanted to meet." When silence met her, Evelyn felt her heart begin to slowly race, "Tate… you know I don't like the basement."
Everything was starting to come into focus now. The smell of dust and mold filled her nostrils as she realized exactly where she was and what time it was. Now, midnight was not the witching hour, but it was when the activity started to pick up in haunted locations.
"Tate." Evelyn dragged as she turned back towards the staircase, only for a shriek to leave her lips as she stared at a man in a latex suit in front of her. She prayed that it wasn't her dad or else this would be an awkward encounter. The man lunged forward, pushing Evelyn towards the wall, as his hand covered her mouth. Muffled shrieks and screams echoed around the room as Evelyn tried to fight him off but quickly realized that he was way too strong.
The familiar burning of tears made Evelyn blink them back rapidly before a light chuckle was heard coming from the masked man. Immediately, she stopped fighting back as a blank look crossed her face.
"Are you serious," Evelyn stated, crossing her arms over her chest as she tapped her foot. Her chest heaved as her heart tried to calm itself and she rolled her eyes as Tate took off the mask, smiling.
"I scared you." He teased.
"Of course you fucking did," Evelyn said, "You know how much I hate the basement."
"You know I'd protect you from anything down here," Tate replied before leaning in and pressing his lips softly against hers. Evelyn froze for a moment, never having kissed a boy before, but when she felt how gentle Tate was being, she allowed herself to kiss back. His lips were warm and, oddly, comforting. Yes, they were chapped but Evelyn didn't seem to care at all.
Evelyn pulled away for a moment and stared at Tate, noticing how his eyes were hooded with lust and how his breathing seemed even, even though they had been kissing for a while. Cautiously, she lifted her hand before running it through his hair and stopping at the back of his head. Without a second thought, she pulled Tate's lips back onto hers, kissing him more passionately than before.
He fought for dominance, but so did she.
"Tate," Evelyn said, pulling back and resting her forehead against his. He hummed in response and Evelyn continued, "When will we go on a real date?"
She immediately felt his body tense up before relaxing, the movement quick enough to go unnoticed, but she felt it.
"All right," Tate said, reaching down and grasping her hands, lacing their fingers together, "Tomorrow night. We'll go out."
~8~
There were moments in Evelyn's life when she wondered how a new sibling would affect the family's dynamic. If it were a boy, would it become their dad's pride and joy? Would their mother worship the ground her son walked on? And if it were a girl, how were she and Violet going to connect with the new child? Would they get along or find her annoying because of their seventeen-year age gap?
Her thoughts normally occurred at moments like this. Laying in bed next to Violet and listening to Fleetwood Mac. Violet was busy reading a manga while Evelyn causally scrolled through songs on Violet's iPod. Truth be told, Evelyn didn't really want another sibling. She felt as though the only reason this one was being born was to save her parents marriage, and that was not a good enough reason for a child to be born. Basically, her sibling was going to be born out of wedlock.
It was about the fifth, consistent time the doorbell had rang that Evelyn looked at Violet with confusion and worry. Normally, the kids would've given up by now and left, but the fact this one was sticking around for so long was causing her anxiety to stir.
Cautiously, the two girls got out of Violet's bed and made their way down the hall and to the staircase. The sound of angry yells met Evelyn's ears and she subconsciously grabbed onto the back of Violet's shirt, stopping her from going down the stairs.
"Goddamit, Ben! I want my money!" The man yelled as he rang the doorbell before pounding on the door. Evelyn's heart was racing and she could hear the blood rushing in her ears.
"Vi, go upstairs and grab your phone. Call dad." Evelyn commanded and Violet nodded, not bothering to argue with her sister and racing back up the stairs and to her room. Evelyn slowly continued down the stairs, stopping in front of the door and staring at it curiously.
"I am not leaving here until I have my thousand dollars!" The man screamed and Evelyn crept forward before looking out the eyehole. "Hello? Ben Harmon!" The man rang the doorbell before pounding on the door, "Ben Harmon, I am not leaving here till I have my thousand dollars. Screw you! You owe me!"
Looking away from the door, Evelyn looked up to meet Violet's eyes and Violet motioned to the phone, silently signaling that she was already talking to her dad. The sudden sound of children screaming met Evelyn's ears and she immediately looked out the hole to make sure the kids were okay.
"Dad, there's some freaky dude screaming outside the door about money." Violet said into the phone, "I think he might be one of your patients. I don't know. Should I call the cops? Yeah."
"He's coming," Violet whispered to Evelyn, slowly pulling her away from the door.
The man chuckled, "I know you're in there."
Evelyn's heart dropped as a wave of cold rushed through her body.
"Is that your daughter?"
This was my first time writing a kiss scene so sorry if it sucked.
