-Chapter 3-
-Eve's POV-
The next morning I woke up, and got dressed. I had to go to the store real quick. I entered the store, as I searched through the isles. I had felt my face, where Mike punched me. I tried to cover it up as well as I could. I ran into a man as I quickly turned to apologize.
"I'm so... Randy! I'm really sorry." He smiled down at me.
"It was my fault." He laughed. "What are you doing here so early?"
"I'm an early bird." I nodded while pressing my lips together. His eyes met my cheek, and he wouldn't take his eyes off it.
"What happened to your cheek?" I got really nervous putting my hand over the bruise.
"Nothing! I just uhm... fell."
"Really? Are you okay?"
"Uh, yeah! Well I should probably get going now.." I quickly turned, while Randy's hand gripped my arm, and held me back.
"Eve." I raised my eyebrows, waiting for his response. "I'll see you tomorrow."
-Randy's POV-
Warmth spread throughout my body, when I touched Eve's arm. And it all slowly slipped away as I let go. I watched her as she quickly rushed out of the store. I knew something more had happened to her cheek. She didn't just fall. But her choice was not telling me, and I was okay with that. I felt Erica tugging on my pants, and I looked down at her.
"Daddy, what happened to her?"
"She fell and bruised her face." I felt a lump rise in my throat. "That's all." All I could think, and imagine, was her face. There was just something special about her. That I thrived off of. And I loved.
-Eve's POV-
I pulled into my driveway already seeing another car. I shook my head confused.
"What?" I asked my self, as I slowly got out. I creeped into the house, setting my bags by the table.
"Hello?" I yelled through the house, with no response. I walked up the stairs, and found Mike in my bedroom. I slowly backed down the steps, stupidly tripping, and falling, causing a thump. I heard footsteps across the ceiling, my eyes meeting Mike at the top of the steps.
"Good you're home." He slowly came downstairs, as I stepped away, backing up, into the couch.
"Mike, why are you here?" He began moving closer and closer without a word. "Mike!" His arm extended to me, slapping me across the face.
"What's wrong with you..." I looked at him strange.
"What are you talking about? I didn't do anything!"