Thank you guys so much! I can't describe how happy I am with the response for the story. Seriously, a HUGE thank you. I can't remember if I have mentioned this before so I'm just going to know, Evelyn is 17 going on 18. Which means Rayne is too.
Anyway, on with the story!
Chapter Four.
My shaking hands dropped the keys for the third time. I groaned and glared at the keys as if it was it was their fault they kept slipping through my fingers. But truth was it was me, my hands were shaking with fear. But I needed to get away from this house. Away from that... thing.
I took a deep breath in a effort to calm myself. It didn't work but I managed to kneel down and grab my keys. I unlocked the car and got in as fast as I could. I roared the car to life, backed the car out the drive and drove out the street.
I breathed a sigh of relief to be away from the house, but in no way was I calm again. Right, where was I going? I had got out the house maybe about five minutes after that thing whispered in my ear. All I knew was I needed to get out before it did anything else. But I never actually thought about where exactly I was going.
It need to be close, because I don't think I'm exactly fit to drive considering I'm still shaking and hyperventilating. It needed to be with someone I know, I need to talk to someone.
Rayne. I wanted to talk to Rayne.
Sure she made fun of me, but this was different. I didn't just hear it's footsteps or have the feeling of eyes on me. I felt it. It had it's body pressed up against me. It licked me. It whispered to me... if that's not proof then I don't know what is.
She was on a date at a restaurant near by... guess I'll have to crash it. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
pulcher... delectamenti... meus.
That was what it whispered had whispered to me. A shiver ran down my spine as the words rang through my head. What did it mean? What language was it, Latin? It sounded Latin... you know what? I'm not sure I want to know what it means.
Eventually, I reached the restaurant I knew Rayne was at and parked the car. I got out the car and noticed I'm still wobbly on my feet. I'm still shaking.
I locked the car and had to walk carefully to the entrance. I wanted to run but I think if I tried I'd fall. A couple walked past me, smartly dressed I realise I'm not exactly dressed for a restaurant. I'm dressed for the hot day it is, shorts and a Ralph Lauren polo my sister got me for our birthday. Oh well.
I opened the restaurant door and ignored the man who greeted me and asked if I had a reservation, and just walked straight in. I scanned the room for my sister and all I can hear from beside me was a nagging voice wanting a reservation name.
Finally I spotted my sister and I walked over to her. She looked up at me shocked.
"Evelyn, wha-"
"Madam, you need a reservation." The whiny voice came from behind me again.
"I'm with them." I said, taking a place at the table. Luckily for me, they were sitting at a table with four chairs, they must of ran out of two's.
"She's with us, it's fine." Rayne backed me up.
The man looked between the both of us unconvinced. But he walks away, but not before shooting a glare at me.
"She's with us? Who is she?" The boy across from Rayne asked. What was his name again... Mickey? Michel? I don't remember or care.
"Mike, this is my twin sister. You know, the one I was telling you about earlier." Rayne explained.
I have feeling she wasn't telling him nice things. She was probably telling him about me being crazy and trying to make her stay home from the date because I was scared of a ghost.
Suddenly I don't feel like talking any more.
"Oh." He said with realisation. He threw me a worried look.
Anger boiled inside me. I was certain that was what she had told him about. He probably thought I was insane. Now what was I supposed to say? If I told them I would sound more crazy. But I wasn't. That thing was real, it proved that tonight. That's what it was doing, making itself known. But for some reason, just to me. But no doubt my sister would experience it soon.
I snatched Rayne's drink and gulped at it, then ended up taking a few more gulps realising how thirsty I was. Before I knew it I'd drunk the whole glass.
"Evelyn, what are you doing here?" Rayne asked.
"I think you know why I'm here and by the sounds of things Mickey knows too." I said, my tone sounding bitter.
"It's Mike." he said, annoyed.
"Whatever."
"Are you being serious?" Rayne asked, sighing.
"Yes." I said shorty.
She sighed. "Well, just tell me what happened."
I wanted to tell someone what happened but I just wasn't sure that person was Rayne any more. She had obviously told Mike about me thinking there was a ghost, and he probably thought I was crazy just like she did, and that pissed me off. I told her those things, expecting her to help me and not tell people. If I were to tell her what just happened to me she wouldn't believe me and would make fun of me. Her date would think I'm even more crazy, not that I cared what he thought, he would be gone this time next week.
I silently shook my head and looked down at the table. I could leave, but I didn't want to go back to the house alone. I could go to a friends but I have a feeling I'd just be in the same situation I'm in now.
"Ugh, Evelyn. You came all this way, looking terrified and interrupted my date for a reason. What is it?"
I looked at her impatient face and then looked over to Mike, expecting to see another impatient face, but he's looking down at his food, stuffing his face.
Still, I suspected he was listening. I leaned forward to Rayne and she immediately came closer. I told her in a hushed voice exactly what happened, from the patio door closing, to the pinning against the wall, and to the whispering. She watched me with concerned eyes as she listened.
Finished, I leaned back into my seat and waited for her witty response. I glanced at Mike to make sure he wasn't listening, and he was still eating.
"Well, why don't you order some food. It'll make you feel better and then you can come home with me when we are done."
I looked at my sister gratefully. That was the first time she actually listened.
THE NEXT DAY.
I sighed as my phone went off again, just as I was about to enter the door. I put the many shopping bags I had on my arms on the floor. I'd went shopping to buy some stuff for me and Rayne, to make up for me crashing her date and apparently insulting Mike, who I don't think she'll be seeing again.
I reached in my pocket and pulled out my phone. I sighed at the name. Ethan. He'd been calling me non stop all day. I came home last night to find my laptop where I left it, outside on the patio. But I realised it was pointed so it was looking in on the living room. But I don't know if Ethan saw what happened or not, cause the screen was now smashed. But by the amount of phone calls, I'd say he saw.
I ignored the call, I didn't want to have that conversation right now. I picked up all my bags again and attempted to open the door.
"Rayne." I shouted as I entered the door, placing the bags on the floor. "I got a surprise for you!"
I closed the door and turned around to see a handsome man I've never seen before, standing in the middle of our living room.
Who do you think that handsome guy could be?
So that chapter might have been kinda short and I'm not completely happy with it but I just can't wait to get onto the next chapter! I'll upload the next one quicker, and I promise there will be demon action! Please review :) Thank you!