A/N: Hope you guys like this chapter! I'm kinda proud where this one is going. I think it'll be interesting.
Evangeline woke with a start, a searing pain in her temple. She looked around the unfamiliar room, trying to figure out how she got there. Her whole body ached with pain as flashes of memory came back to her. She remembered leaving Bray sleeping. Remembered getting showered and dressed, packing up their bags to head home that day. This room was totally unfamiliar. She sat backwards in a folding chair, her arms and legs fastened to it with zip ties. She thought of the pocket knife she carried on her at all times, but couldn't reach her pocket.
Back at home Bray paced the floor. "Are you sure she didn't say anything about where she was going?" He asked Kaitlyn again. "I haven't seen her all day." She replied. "It's unusual. She usually tells me where she's going and asks if I want to go." Erik cowered down in the back of the room and asked if it was possible that she had left Bray. Bray turned to him with fire in his blue eyes, ready to strike the bigger man. Luke grabbed him by the arm, whispering to him that Erik knew very little about Evangeline, seeing as everyone had known her longer than Luke. Until Kane and Kaitlyn had joined the family, Erik had been the new guy. Luke and Bray had been brothers for years, ever since Evangeline hooked a ride with him in his big rig back to Louisiana. Erik had joined them two years ago after Bray saved him from killing himself.
"Oh good, you're awake!" Said a tall thin man as he made his way back into the room. Evangeline managed to wipe her face against her shirtsleeve, wiping away the blood that had dripped down across her right eye. The man took a seat on the edge of the bed in the room, inches away from Evangeline. Intimately close, but too far away for her bound hands to reach. There was something familiar about his features, but Evangeline couldn't place him. Still, he felt as familiar as if she'd known him her entire life. He had jet black hair that was slicked back, a few stray strands hanging against one eyebrow. His eyes were an intense dark gray and the lines around them made him appear to be older than he actually looked. He wasn't an unattractive man by any means, but there seemed to be hints of darkness and danger in his face as if he'd lived a long, angry life. "Why am I here? What do You want with me?" He laughed, the sound bubbling gruffly from his chest as if the question genuinely amused him.
"You don't remember me, sweetheart?" Her brows knitted in frustration, trying to remember anytime she could have possibly met a man like this. Surely, she would have remembered it if she had. "You're here because he told me I'd find you eventually. He told me how to disarm all your little voodoo charms. I looked for you for years! And one night I was flipping through channels and I spotted you. You and that little boyfriend of yours. I knew you'd never amount to much, but I figured you could do better than Husky Harris!" He laughed and she spit in his face, the only act of defiance she could muster while being restrained.
Bray continued to pace the floors long after everyone set about their normal routine. Most of the group was convinced Evangeline had left Bray. The others figured maybe she had gone out and didn't tell anyone. Bray pulled as his hair in frustration. She was hurt. He knew that much. She was hurt and he wasn't there to protect her. Evangeline was pretty good at protecting herself, she didn't need him most of the time. And now that she did, he had no clue where she was.