Chapter 11

It was five minutes after I sat in Evans lap, we were now in the basement watching CSI. The reason why we were in the basement was because we didn't have anything else to do so we just decided to watch TV without disturbing his parents.

We were finishing up with the third show when a tired man around forty came down with tiredness in his eyes. He said in a gruff but stern voice, "Evan, what are you doing? Is that another one of your girls that you invite over? Because you know that, me and your mother don't want you hanging out with girls that are under our first class rank. Plus, this one looks like a slut, like your mother is a b..." his father let the sentence fade away.

Then like lightning Evan shot up off the seat and then tried and mostly accomplished keeping his voice from rising. "Kaite isn't just 'one of the girls' I bring home, and by the way. Those extra girl in this house are the girls or women should I say that you bring home when mom isn't hear! So, stop blaming me for everything dad!" Evan ended not so quiet as he'd like.

"Evan," I said with a high scared voice. For, I've never seen him with a temper like this. "Evan, it's okay. You don't need to defend me against your dad, trust me when I say I got it. Kay?"

"No, I've had enough of this. He's been against my friends, and now against my only date. I'm not putting up with this anymore," he said eyes flaring with a new determined fire burning in them. I was so caught up in reading the anger in his eyes I didn't notice that he was taking steps towards me, before to late. He picked me up and tossed me over the shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Then bolted past his dad and went up the basement stairs and up to his room with me still being as limp as possible.

"Evan!" I squeaked out when we reached his room and he shut his door. "What? What was that for? And what was that all about!" I ended up screeching at him.

"I had to get you away from him! Have you not seen his face before!"

"No," I said oblivious, kind of lost at the same time, "Why? Should I?" I asked nonchalantly.

"Yeah! The heck you should!" he paused calming himself down. "My dad can be found in the past weeks news papers! My- my- my dad's a murderer!" he managed to stutter through the tears and outrage he was feeling.

I stood up and took a few steps towards him. I tried to be reassuring without using words because I was stunned into silence.

"And- and you know what, what that means? It means that he could kill you! My dad, he, he only kills women and little teen or almost teen girls. And, I don't want that happening to you," he finished innocently and all somber as he finished his last tears.

I pulled him in for a friendly hug to help him feel more secure. He just wrapped his arms around me and began crieing into my shoulder. And while he sobbed into my shoulder I thought wasn't I suppose to be the one doing this? I almost let a rumble of laughter escape my throat, when I remembered why he was crying. Whit that I just sank into a more comfortable sitting position and stroked his hair untangling knots in his brow hair streaked with blond sun highlights.

I just sat their holding Evan stroking his hair and murmuring soft soothing things in a silky voice until he stopped and pulled back. He first looked at me with his glistening tear stained face. Then he glanced down at my shoulder. Which was bare except for a thin spaghetti strap. He then hurriedly apologized for getting my shoulder all wet and dried it off with a towel. He also got from his dresser a light t-shirt and instructed for me to go into the bathroom and change. I did, but not with out a little debate about it.

When I finally did come out which wasn't long, I went over to a turquoise bean bag in the corner of his room and sat down. He followed suit and sat next to me with a mysterious bean bag that seemed to come out of no wear.

"Well," I said grogigly as I woke up from a hour nap on the bean bag. I opened my eyes and found the tip of Evan's head slightly off the bean bag. "Evan? Evan, I gotta go," I shook him gently as so not to hurt him.

"What?" he lifted his head and blinked at me owlishly a few times. "What did I miss?"

I silently shook my head and stood up. Walking to the door I silently said, "Nothing sweet Evan, you missed nothing." Out loud I said, "I gotta get home, so I better get going. See ya around."

As quiet as humanly possible I opened and shut the front door. I was a few blocks away when I saw a teen a few years older than me stumble on a root of a tree. He looked weak, I didn't know why, but I walked over to him. Told him my name and asked if I could help him.

He looked up at the sight of me and I took a step back in shock when I noticed how shockingly light his eyes were.