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Warning: This chapter includes more in depth with rape and drugs.
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Evie took a deep breath as she walked away from Mal, Jay and Carlos. She had desperately wanted Mal to walk her home but inside she knew that wasn't a good idea. She was completely 100% in love with her best friend. She had been for years. Her plan currently was to spend as little time alone with the purple haired dragon as possible.
She made her way down the trail and through the forest, humming out loud.
"Hey!" A man's voice yelled at her.
Evie turned around to see who was speaking. Their was a blur where his face should've been. "Yes?" Evie stayed rooted in the spot she was in, waiting for an answer.
An answer never came. The faceless man grabbed her and threw her against a tree, ripping her skirt before throwing her down on the ground. Evie tried to scream out but she couldn't make any words, terror filling her lungs and fogging her brain. The man climbed on top of her holding her hands against the ground with one giant hand while undoing his pants with the other. He ripped her underwear off quickly before situating himself inside her.
The pain that racked through Evie was intense and she could feel herself tearing. Tears poured from her eyes as she found her voice. Screaming 'no' over and over again hoping someone would hear her and stop him.
"Evie!" Mal's voice ripped Evie away from the woods and into a small bedroom. Still shaking, Evie's eyes focused on what had disturbed her nightmare. Blonde hair fell over tiny shoulders as Mal sat next to her.
"Mal!" Evie said, sitting up and throwing herself around the other girl.
"Hey, you're okay," Mal told her, hugging her back. "You're safe."
Evie held on for a few moments, flashes of her nightmare continue to play out in front of her eyes. Mal finally let go and gently pushed her back. "Are you okay?"
Evie nodded, trying to find her voice again. "I'm...I'm okay." Evie looked around the room, trying to ground herself. She saw all the toys on the floor and the small clothes hanging up in the closet. Finally Evie's breath slowed realizing she was in Macie's room, not her old house.
"Mama!" Macie yelled from the other room.
"Shit, I'll be right back." Mal disappeared and Evie sat quietly, her brain trying so hard to remain in the present. It had been such a long time since she had dreamed of that night. Years in fact. Evie had a sneaking suspicion that the drugs she was on previously kept her from dealing with the stuff she had repressed.
Drugs. Evie's thoughts went straight back to coke now that she was focusing on the real world. She had been at Mal's for 3 days now and her body was still craving that white powder as much as it had been before. She didn't exactly think Mal lied to her about the cravings but she figured it must've been easier for someone with dragon blood.
Evie picked up the phone and quickly texted her dealer. Just because Mal wanted to be clean for her perfect life, didn't mean Evie did. She didn't have a perfect life. No family. No friends. No money. Nothing to get excited about.
"Blueeeeeeeee!" Macie said bouncing into the room and jumping onto the bed. She smiled at Evie before grabbing a fistful of her hair.
Evie put on her best fake smile and waved back to the tiny girl. "Hi, Macie."
Macie grinned as she ran her fingers through the blue hair in front of her. Evie winced slightly at the pain but didn't stop her.
"Macie," Mal warned, coming into the room. "Let go of Evie's hair."
Macie scrunched up her face in a pout that was almost identical to her mom's. Evie laughed a little at the resemblance.
Macie finally let go and snuggled into Evie instead.
"Man she really likes you," Mal said, smiling.
"I guess so." Evie smiled back. "So what are you guys up to today?"
Mal got up and grabbed a hair brush and some hair ties. "I have to work so Macie is off to daycare." Mal pulled Macie into her lap and started brushing through her hair.
"I can watch her," Evie suggested. She had never really been alone with a little kid before but she was happy to try. Maybe it would keep her distracted from the cravings.
Mal looked at her for a moment, "Sorry, Evie. It's not that I don't think you would do great with her. I just...I don't really trust you." Mal's voice trailed off.
Evie chewed her lip for a moment before speaking. "I get it." She finally said.
The girls had been spending so much time trying to be okay with each other but the awkward silences still crept up on them.
"We really have to get going," Mal finally said, pickIng Macie up. "Will you be okay today? We will be back around 6 tonight."
"I'm a big girl. I'll be fine." Evie waved goodbye to them both as they left her room. She grabbed her phone and quickly texted her dealer once again. She made plans to meet up with him soon.
In less than an hour, Evie had made it to the sketchiest part of Auradon. Granted it still wasn't as grimy and dangerous as any place on the Isle but it was still not the safest.
"Hey, Doug," Evie smiled, her dealer approaching her. She and Doug had once been in a "relationship," if you could call it that. He had mostly been her fashion minion. Once he hadn't woken up from her kiss, she had admitted her feelings for Mal to herself. Luckily Doug had no hard feelings and was happy to supply her with cocaine.
"I thought you were getting clean," Doug said, leaning against the wall.
"News travels way too fast in this city," Evie rolled her eyes. "Just give me what I came for." She really wasn't in the mood for lectures. He may have been her supplier but Doug was clean. He always told her how she needed to stop.
Doug grabbed the small, yellow vial from his bag and handed it to her. Evie dug in her purse for the money she had swiped from Mal's dresser drawer that morning.
"Thanks." Evie nodded to him before turning around and walking off. She really didn't have a desire to spent time with him. Now that she was out of the fashion business, she didn't really have a need for him. Well minus her weekly dose of the white powder she loved so much.
Evie rounded the corner and made sure the coast was clear before opening the vial, sticking her pinky nail in, scooping out a little and sniffing it clean. The feeling was electric and she immediately felt better. It felt like her brain was coming to life for the first time in a week and everything was making sense again. Evie had always thought of it as the best feeling ever. She stuck the vial into her bag and headed back to Mal's.
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After many hours of junk food, tv and white powder, Evie finally heard the door open. She glanced over from the couch and saw Macie walk in the door followed by her mom.
"Hey guys!" Evie's grin spread over her entire face.
"You look like you're feeling better," Mal said warily, setting her keys down on the table.
Evie nodded back at Mal before Macie launched herself into Evie's lap, hands going directly to the blue hair she loved.
"Blue," she stated simply. Evie laughed at the tiny child.
"I think her favorite color might be blue, M." Evie laughed.
Mal stopped dead in her tracks at the old nickname. "What did you call me?"
"M of course!" Evie grinned. Mal could see every single one of her teeth.
"What's with you?" Mal asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Nothing! I'm just so happy you're home!" Evie was practically bouncing, her knees shaking Macie up and down.
"No, that's not it." Mal stared suspiciously. "It's like you're-" Mal stopped mid sentence before glaring at Evie, eyes glowing green. "Evelyn!"
"I'm sorry okay?" Evie jumped up throwing out her hands in front of her. Macie was startled by the sudden movement but decided it was okay and toddled off to her toys.
"Give it to me." Mal warned, demanding the vial.
"No way," Evie countered.
The green in Mal's eyes darkened as she demanded once again. This time Mal's very own brand of mind control worked and Evie handed over the cocaine. Mal shook the green out of her eyes and walked straight into the bathroom, Evie following. The blue haired woman was begging and screaming when Mal dumped the remaining contents down the toilet before flushing away Evie's happiness.
"What the fuck did I tell you, Evie?" Mal yelled. "What the actual fuck is wrong with you? You made it through detox. You made it through the hard stuff and now you just want to go right back to it? To almost dying? To looking like actual shit all the time?" Mal's voice was so loud now she was certain the neighbors could hear but she didn't care. She situated herself in the doorway so she could still see her daughter while she reprimanded the other.
"I don't know, okay?" Evie answered, tears in her eyes. "It made me feel good. Nothing makes me feel good anymore, Mal. All I think about, all I see is that guy and that night. I forget all about it when I'm high." Evie admitted out loud. She had never told anyone this before.
Mal continued to glare but she was less menacing without her eyes glowing. "That is my daughter, Evie. My kid. She is a child. You brought drugs into my house. Where my kid sleeps. She is innocent." Mal was speaking very slowly as she watched Evie break down at her feet.
"Please, M," she begged, "I'm so sorry. Please. I won't do it again. I just...please don't make me go and sleep on the street again."
"You need to leave. I need to calm down before I rip out your spine." Mal hissed.
Evie looked up at Mal, her makeup completely ruined.
"Now." Mal whispered.
Evie stood up and walked out of the bedroom door, pushing past Mal.
"Blue! What wrong?" Macie asked clearly at the sight of Evie's tear soaked face.
"See you later, Mace," Evie told her. She opened the front door and with one last look at Mal, she shut it behind her.
