Chapter Five: Uh-Oh!

When Evy went home that night, the first thing she saw was a whiskey bottle come flying at her head. Luckily she ducked just in time for it to miss her and hit the door instead. "What on earth! Jack, what was all that about!" she asked, walking over to him.

"Stop! Stop right there!" He put his finger up as he talked. Obviously he was drunk because he couldn't keep the finger in one place. And when he stood up, it took him a while to catch himself.

"Jack, I thought you said you weren't going to drink anymore! What has happened to you?"

"Not you, that's for sure!" He slurred his words almost to where she couldn't understand him.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I think you know exactly what it means, Evy!" he yelled, as he walked closer to her.

"No, Jack. I don't." She was yelling right back.

"Oh, yes you do. Unless you mean to tell me that you aren't the one having sex with that guy. Rick, is it?" By now, he was right in her face. She backed towards the door, knowing that she was caught, but she was going to play dumb anyway.

"Jack, I think you've had a little too much to drink, ok? I don't know of anyone named 'Rick', and I never have, I assure you!" She was now standing flat against the door, and he was still "thisclose" to her face. a/n: the "thisclose" thing is explained in my first fanfic (a little)…if you've read it, then u already knew that. He was staring her down, and she showed the fear in her eyes.

"Oh, what? You don't believe me? Come here…I have something to show you." She didn't move, for she was too afraid to. So Jack grabbed her arm and drug her over to the couch and threw her down on it. He then turned on the TV and turned it to "INPUT 2". It was her office. It was black and white, and it was from the spot that Jack said he thought he "saw a leak".

"You put a camera in my office!" She was appalled.

"Yeah! Of course I did."

"When?"

"That day I said I thought I saw a leak, I had just put a camera on the wall. It's too small for you to notice unless you know exactly where it is."

"WHY?"

"Because I suspected you were up to something. And this just proved to me that I was right." He turned the TV to channel 3, then turned on the VCR and pressed play. There was a tape that had recorded every session between Evy and Rick. Every…single…one. "At first, I couldn't believe it was you. That you would do something like that. Then it kept happening, and tonight," he fast forwarded to that night, showing her and Rick in the nude, "I just couldn't take it anymore. Why? WHY would you do this to me!" he turned the TV off and walked back toward her.

"I—I—I don't know. I don't know!"

"Well, you had to have done it for a reason. Come on now, Evy. Don't play dumb with me! I'm getting to be an impatient man! If you're wise, you'd start talking, now!" he was standing right over her, yelling.

"Ok…ok. I met him at the library, and he started coming in a lot. And then every night. I'm so, so, so sorry! I don't even know why I did it!" she was only yelling to try to hide her fear, but she didn't do a very good job of it.

"Yeah, sure."

"I really don't! Honestly!"

"Evy! Come on! People do everything for a reason! Now TELL ME!" He was now at the end of his rope. If she didn't start talking, he would have to force her to.

"It just happened, OK?" she shouted.

"Bullshit! That is total bullshit! Obviously you wanted something because you let him sleep with you, but I can't until we're married. You aren't even going to marry him and your sleeping with him. So WHY DID YOU DO IT!"

"I told you, it just happened! I don't know!" she stood up as she talked. She was now face to face with Jack. She was almost in tears. She never knew Jack to be mean but she could see in his eyes that he was going to do anything to get answers. And she was right. The second after she stopped talking, he slapped her. She covered her face which was instantly red but not bruised.

"Stop lying to me, Evy."

"Ok. Ok," she said slowly, while she looked around in different directions, afraid to make direct eye contact. "I did it because,---because I love him." Well, I don't think there's anything worse than that that she could've said to him. He just stood there in shock for a little bit, then when he finally processed what she said to him, he hit her. She cried out and fell back to the couch. Her cheekbone was slightly bleeding, and now she was crying. Though she tried to show that she was brave. "I'm sorry." she said, trying to tell him that she wouldn't ever see Rick again.

"You better be. And you'd better not see Rick ever again. Do you understand me!"

"Yes." she whispered.

"Good." And with that, Jack went to their bedroom and slammed the door. Evy heard it lock and knew that she had to sleep on the couch that night, for the first time ever that she had been living with Jack.