Chapter 2
John got out of his car in time to see Evangeline hurrying down the stairs. As he approached, he missed the calculated look in her eyes, but not the tears on her face. "What happened?"
"Your girlfriend took a swig with me. I swear, John, if it were anyone else, I'd press charges. But you know how it is. She'll make up some excuse, and no one will believe me."
John sighed: "why are you here, because I doubt that Natalie invited you over for any reason. And she's not my girlfriend. She's my fiancée."
"Right. See what I mean about people believing me?" she sighed as she wiped at the drying tear tracks.
"'Vang. . ."
"Fine. I came by to congratulate you two. I read the announcement in the paper."
"Not a reason for Nat to hit you. So why else are you here?"
"To drop off some of your things that were still at my place."
"Evangeline."
"I know. I just. . . well, I had still hoped that once you got this silly infatuation out of your system that well. . . I never thought you'd move this fast. You had told me you weren't ready for marriage. Guess it was just with me."
"I never meant to hurt you. Never meant for things to get so complicated."
"Life is complicated, John. I suppose, even when no strings are attached," she sighed.
"Why did Natalie hit you?"
Evangeline smirked as she tilted her head to side: "I suppose I told her something that she didn't want to hear," she admitted.
"Like what?"
"Just something you should've," she answered. "Look, John. I better get going. I wouldn't want to make things more complicated."
"Meaning?" John asked.
Shrugging, she moved pass him and to her car, pausing as she opened the door as she turned, catching his bemused expression: "I suppose I should've warned you, I make a mean woman scorned. But somehow, I think the one you're about to face is a hell of a lot worse," she called to him. "You should've just told the truth and saved us all the heartache," she added as she slid into the drivers eat and slammed the door shut.
"What the hell is she talking about?" he muttered as he turned and went into the house, wondering what he might find. . .