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Chapter 10.
„Chad, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Evie yelled at him angrily but a sense of dread formed in her stomach as she involuntarily took note of the fact that the hall was completely empty except for the two of them. The blond just gave her a smile which made the hairs on her arms stand up.
„Having fun." He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, his fingers digging painfully into her skin, as her shirt was short-sleeved.
„Let me go." Evie ordered firmly, struggling against him, but unfortunately he was stronger than she had imagined him to be. „Chad, let me go!" She shouted, her voice almost cracking as dread quickly turned into terror when he moved to trap her successfully against his body and his smile turned into a cruel smirk.
„I thought you liked me." Chad mocked her, leaning his face closer to hers, making Evie draw back in disgust as further away from him as possible, though she didn't have much space left to move, seeing as the back of her head was already pressed agaist the wall. She knew if he kept moving forward she would have nowhere to run. Thankfully, his face stopped a few inches away from hers. „I thought you wanted a prince. I mean, you were practically all over me in the beginning." He continued to taunt her and Evie let out a shaky breath, closing her eyes, trying to stay calm and think. Focus, Evie, come on. Don't freeze, you've got to think of something.
Opening her eyes with a new-found resolve, she stared him straight in the eye, refusing to look down or away from him, refusing to appear weak.
„You may be a prince by blood," Evie stated glaring up at him. „But you are a villain by heart." She spat at him, once again flinging herself with all her might agaist his body, shoving his chest with her hands which were free from the elbows down in an attempt to break free from his hold, but he restrained her, moving his hands to grip her wrists tightly as he realised she could still use her hands against him. The rest of her body he pressed to the wall with his own, completely diabling her.
„Well, it's a good thing you're into villains then, right? Like that bandit of yours? You seem to like him well enough." Chad told her, his smile vanishing. Evie almost felt sick. Her breathing increased and she was trying very hard not to panic.
„He is nothing like you." Evie hissed at him, appalled at the idea of a comparison between Jay and the monstrous being in front of her.
„You're right." Chad leaned down to whisper in her ear and she shuddered, instinctively shying away. "I'm much better." He muttered and Evie let out a strangled laugh.
„Yeah, only in your twisted dreams." She said, jerking her head away from him. She knew she had to think clearly in order to get away from him. Then she remembered something, and focused, trying to feel if the pressure of the small object was in the back pocket on her skinny jeans. It was there. The notion almost made her sigh in utter relief but she stopped herself, not wanting Chad to know that she had something in mind. The plan forming in her head gave her some more courage. „Now let. me. go." Evie demanded in a threatening voice, ready to act. Chad simply laughed at her.
„I'm sorry, princess," He said, using the term mockingly, as opposed to the affectionate manner in which Jay called her the same and Evie couldn't help but notice how different a word could sound from two completely different pairs of lips. „But there's no one here to save you this time." The blond sneered and Evie winced as he almost crushed her wrists in his fists. She was more than certain that was gonna bruise.
„That's where you're wrong." Evie said defiantly and Chad's face immediately fell, as he almost gave in to the urge to check behind his back for Jay's looming figure. Evie carefully felt around with her leg. Chad had stuck his knee between her thighs to keep her in place, which left her own right leg in between his. „I can save myself." She hissed before bringing her knee up abruptly and kicking him right in the groin, which caused him to stumble backwards, releasing her in the process, and double over in pain.
Evie took the opportunity to reach into her back pocket and pull out her mirror, turning its reflective surface towards the blond, who currently sported a nasty snarl on his face and was struggling to stand up straight, ready to lunge at her.
„Mirror, mirror, help me fight, fling this jerk with all your might." Evie chanted and a huge white beam came out of the small object in her hand, throwing Chad to the other end of the hall, where he hit his head against the wall and was rendered unconscious. The bluenette slowly let her hand drop by her side before cautiously approaching the limp body, the mirror still clutched defensively in her palm. When she saw that he was completely out, she pocketed the object before checking that his chest was rising and falling (she didn't want to feel guilty for killing the bastard after all) and quickly rushed down the stairs and along the hall of the lower floor towards Lonnie's room.
Evie stopped in front of the wooden door and took a moment to steady her breathing before lifting her hand up to knock. The door flung open and a very excited Lonnie dragged her into the room.
„Girl, I've been waiting for you!" The bruenette squealed happily, pulling Evie by the wrist without noticing how the other girl winced slightly at the contact, before laughing at the glee written all over Lonnie's face.
„Sorry if I'm late." Evie said and Lonnie waved her hand dissmissively.
„Nonsense, you're right on time." She told her with a bright smile. „Thank you so much for helping me, I'm so nervous." She said, turning around and heading to the open closet.
„There's no need. After I'm done with you, he won't be able to remember his own name when he sees you." Evie smiled confidently, following the other girl, who was now shuffling through the different dresses hanging in her closet.
The bluenette's gaze slipped down to her hands and she tenderly rubbed her fingers over her sore wrists, knowing that the redness which now dusted them lightly would be a soft lilac colour by the next morning.