For a moment, Eva was taken by surprise that the gunshots were continuing. It took a few seconds to realize that it wasn't guns going off. Someone was pounding on the door of the bathroom, in her haze she must have forgotten that she had locked it. Slowly, she got up and made for the door.
The bolts turned, and Eva allowed the door to swing open. What met her, was some lady. She wore a short, strapless red dress. Her hair had been curled and was held in place with a ridiculous amount of hairspray, probably enough to put a hole in the ozone layer. For a split second she wore a severally annoyed expression "It's about damn time—Oh…"
Horror washed over the stranger as she took in Eva's appearance. Smirking, the tattooist spat a combination of soap and blood onto the woman's shoes, it left behind a bubbled glob of pink. Giggling faintly, Eva pushed past her and muttered "All yours lady."
She looked over her shoulder and flashed a grimace "The peppered vodka shots are a doozy."
Eva didn't look back as she took the familiar back door into the alley. She passed the spot where the man had been, there was a dark stain on the cement. Despite there being the lack of a body, pools of gore and puke gave away that something terrible had happened. Taking a deep breath, Eva hobbled toward the mouth of the alley. The cab was there, waiting. Walking to the front passenger door, Eva spoke into the crack of the window "Evalina Anton?"
The cabby nodded and unlocked the doors. As she got in, he eyed her up and down, with an expression that went from impassive to shocked and finally disgusted "Harlow road, thanks."
Eva got in and shut the door. The cab driver continued to watch her from his rear view window "Wild party huh swee…."
She caught his eyes in the mirror, and the words lodged in his throat. He'd seen that look several times when he picked up riders in the Narrows, she held his gaze for minute "Yeah"
Her voice sounded rough, like she had taken sandpaper to her vocal cords. Eva saw the driver visibly shiver and she broke her hold on him. "Suppose you could call it that…"
For a moment, the driver could have sworn that he had heard a faint chuckle punctuating her words. Shuddering, he muttered "Cracked up bitch."
Eva smirked, suppose she was 'cracked up,' guess it was easy for others to see when a person did something inhumanly fucked. Even if they didn't know what happened, instinct screamed danger, self-preservation and all that. They were just coming onto the mouth of Harlow, the traffic light turned red and that was when Eva jumped out and ran. The driver screamed and made to tear down the road after her. Tossing up a middle fingered salute, Eva dashed down an alley, taking a short cut back to her apartment, which lay 2 streets over. The driver was not long for the chase. Once she went through the alley, his headlights hovered in place, only to retreat and disappear down Harlow road.
It took an extra 15 minutes for her to walk to her apartment. By the time she had reached her door, Eva's body was starting to give. Not bothering to turn on the lights, she walked towards her bathroom. Stumbling against jutting furniture and knocking her boots on the wall corners. Throwing in the shower to boiling, Eva pulled off her boots, discarded her dress and stepped in. The water, weighing on her in body and in garments. The water ran brown and red with slight chunks of gravel. Without thinking, Eva snagged up her washcloth and doused it in shower gel. She scrubbed her entire body until it turned the color of raw meat. No matter how hard she scrubbed, she could not get the feel of him off. She remembered every single touch, how it felt and where it occurred. Frustration took hold as she started chugging down hot water from the shower head. Perhaps she could scald the taste and feel out, but it only stirred the gag reflex and Eva whimpered as the aching muscles of her abdomen cried out as she coughed up the water.
With a sigh, Eva gave up on her attempts to wash everything down the drain. Her head hung just under the shower head, the the water enveloping her neck as it seeped into her flesh. Tears mingled with the water, hollow sobs were hidden in the hiss of steam and droplets. Lifting her head back, she rinsed the tears away.
She had been in the shower for a least an hour before she shut it off and came out. Shedding her dress, she tossed it into the garbage can next to the toilet. Naked and shivering as the cool night air drifted in from the window, Eva collapsed on her bed and closed her eyes. The nightmares were there even before she submitted herself to unconsciousness. She saw his face, laughing at her through a haze of exhaustion, and she could hear the begging. It was a never ending plea that played through like a broken record player. Skipping, only to leap backwards in the hopes of righting itself. Eva was crying again, and that was where sleep found her. Only, it dragged her back through everything, rewinding, again and again. Throughout the night, Eva woke up crying or screaming. She couldn't' stop herself from reliving every minute detail of what he did, of what she did. In the end, sleep provided a new form of torment and no relief.
(Author's Note: I am happy to see that so many are enjoying my story. I apologize for the fact that some of my chapters seem short. I work 27-35 hours a week, and alongside that, I am wrapping up my final term so that I may graduate with a BA in Literature and minor in Creative Writing. I thank you all for reading. I'm glad to see that an idea that was brought on by a night of drinking and giggling over Joker with tattoos spurred such a large readership. I wish I were a better visual artist, I would be able to provide you all with a look into how I see Eva. So, my dearest readers, Tschuss und Guten Abend.)