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Third Person POV
Evie woke up with a familiar soreness between her legs. She slowly crawled out of bed and gathered her clothes. Her head pounded in her ears, but alcohol was still in her system, making the unpleasant memories easier to push out of her thoughts.
Steve came up behind her and kissed her neck; she jumped slightly and then relaxed into his warm body after realizing who it was.
"Are you my girl now?" Steve murmured in her ear. A look of shock crossed Evie's face.
"What? Did you think you were just a one nighter to me? Naw, that's more Soda's thing anyhow. I like you, Evie," Steve promised her. She suddenly remembered everything; getting drunk, having sex, Eliza; everything.
"I'm going to lie back down," she mumbled. Steve left the room and went to make breakfast, hoping she would come down later but she never left her room.
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"Police, open up," a gruff voice commanded. Steve rolled his eyes, but answered the door anyhow. One of the cops he recognized, Officer Risner, the cop that attested him for fighting months ago. He was overweight and had dark hair. The other cop was leaner and had sandy blond hair and light green eyes.
"Is Evelyn Scott here?" the lighter headed cop asked.
"She sleeping," Steve answered shortly.
"It's okay Steve, I'm up," Evie called from the stairs.
"We'd like to ask you about the night of the third," Officer Risner explained.
Steve sat down next to Evie, his arm wrapped protectively around her shoulder and his grip tightening whenever the cops glared at him.
"My step dad came home drunk an' kicked me out. Nothin' more to tell."
Evie's face was emotionless, and that's what scared Steve the most. She acted like this was a regular conversation. The cops carried on, asking questions and Evie's face never showed any emotion throughout the whole thing. Steve tried to tell himself that it was just the alcohol, but he couldn't quite shake the worry he felt.
"That's it," the other cop announced a few minutes later and left without any handshake or formal goodbye.
A/N: Right now I have no choice but to put this in hiatus. I have nowhere to your my stories. I will not abandon it forever. I will continue to No on this site and add soon as I get a new iPod (which should be pretty soon) I will begin typing again. I am so sorry. I'll miss writing for y'all.
Aufenthalt Gold,
~Alee