The Million Dollar Man

<< I couldn't do that to Evie. >> Sebastian muttered. << Because for some god forsaken reason, she cares about you. >>

Harry chuckled before squeezing his eyes shut and letting out a groan of pain.

« She's really something, isn't she? » He stated knowingly. Harry's green eyes had clouded as he recounted the memories he shared with Evelyn Summers.

Sebastian nodded in agreement, he eyes analyzing Harry. Harry Edwards was nothing special- nothing that would explain why Evie cared so much for him, why she seemed to open up to him unlike anyone else. << Evelyn Summers was my first. >>

Harry's words sent Sebastian into a state of temporary shock, because once he got over that, rage ignited within him.

<< We were in love. » Harry recalled, his eyes trained on the ceiling. << But it wasn't going to work out. >>

Sebastian stilled, waiting to hear more.

<< See, Evie has this side to herself. It's rare and fleeting, and in the time I've known her, I've seen it few times. >> Harry spoke, now turning to face Sebastian.

<< You came to me to try to understand her a little more, to hear about her from a different perspective. >>

Sebastian nodded his head, trying to not look so desperate as he did so.

« She does that to people. » Harry spoke softly. << Evie has a way of drawing people in. She's a mystery. She is like a drug, and you're a deprived addict. The thought of her consumes your mind even when you don't want to think about her. >> << She holds that power over anyone she meets- though she doesn't realize it. >>

Sebastian was now standing over Harry's bed, listening to all he had to say.

<< You came to me for answers, when in fact, you may be the only person to ever get them from Evelyn Summers herself. >>

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A large piece of wood was embedded into my back.

When the chair had crashed into the ground, I vaguely remember hearing the splintering of wood, and unfortunately, my body paid the price.

After heaving up a considerable amount of blood, I collapsed. Sebastian had Callum call the gang doctor, and once he finished examining me, he concluded that I had internal damage, a concussion, and major bruising and swelling. It wasn't the physical pain that had bothered me.

Once I woke up, I had decided that everything Sebastian had said was utter bullshit, and that I shouldn't care. But doubt, doubt is a manipulative bitch. It wasn't long before I found myself thinking about Danny, searching for my self-worth, and hating myself for every second that went by.

<< Did you take your medication? >> Mason's voice made tears spring to my eyes, and my shoulders shook pitifully as I held in my cries.

<< Evie ? » His voice was empty as he called out for my attention.

The pill had been pressed into the palm of my hand ever since Callum had come in to change my bandages. The glass of water lay untouched, the ice now melted and small beads of water trickling over the glass. Mason sighed and walked over to me.

I was tangled in a thin sheet, curled up on the freezing wooden floor. I hadn't left the room once, maybe when I was unconscious, but as far as I knew, I been here for hours on end.

I flinched and shut my eyes when he crouched down to eye level. I held my breath in anticipation while silence surrounded the both of us.

My eyes remained shut as Mason pried open my hand and retrieved the pill. My lips formed a tight line when I felt him press the pill to my lips.

<< Open, » he urged.

I clenched my jaw in response, refusing to part my lips and accept the medication. For all I knew, it could be some drug that would end up slowly killing me.

<< Evie, are you okay? >> The smallest bit of worry leaked into his tone, and my lips began to tremble.

Mason easily pushed the pill into my mouth, tilting my head back and he poured some water into my mouth. I swallowed weakly, my eyes still shut. A whimper left my lips and I felt tears build up, my eyelids now working as dams. I was overcome with a tsunami of emotions, and all I wanted to do was cry.

<< Hey, hey, » Mason whispered, his hands cupping my face, << You're okay. >>

How ignorant.

It's funny, really, how people can just tell you that you're okay, when in fact you are from it. My chest was aching painfully and I wanted tell release the storm that was brewing within me.

<< You're okay. >>

No I'm not.

No I'm not.

No I'm not.

<< No I'm not ! » My shrill scream echoed throughout the room. I was breathing heavily while my heart took off, pounding against my ribcage. My eyes were now wide open, tears soaking my face. My body shot upwards. Despite the mind blowing pain that came as a cost, I remained upright.

There was a crazed look in my eyes, my hair was tangled and my entire body bruised.

<< I hate you ! I hate you all! >> I screamed, tripping over the blanket. Mason reached out for me, but I jerked away from him and collapsed onto the ground. Pain flared up over my body and my tears increased. I was in hysterics.

Mason called out to someone, but I hadn't heard what he said. The sobs racked my small frame and I couldn't help but press myself up against the wall in hopes to disappear.

To escape from everything.

The second Sebastian entered the room; I let out a petrified scream.

I was no longer crying at this point.

Not crying, sobbing. A heart-wrenching sob that could make other's cry from just hearing something so heartbreaking.

Sebastian approached me, and once again, I found myself poised to attack.

<< Stay away from me ! » I screamed, slapping away his outstretched hands.

Sebastian sighed and glanced up at Mason and also Callum, who had just entered the room.

<< Just give up Evie, » Sebastian said, standing up.

The look he gave me made me feel inferior to him, and I despised that. Pushing my broken body off the floor, I stood in front of him.

<< You son of a bitch. >> I snapped, << You're nothing but a piece of shit and I- I hate you. Did you think you could break me? Did you think you could actually make me crack? >> Bystanders would easily say judging from my state, Sebastian had already done just that.

But I refused to let him win.

Sebastian shook his head almost regretfully.

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<< No I didn't. >> He admitted to me, standing mere inches away. << That's why you should know that what happened to you wasn't your punishment. >>

That threw me off guard and I stared at him in confusion.

He took a step forwards, pressing me between his body and the wall.

<< It was only just the beginning. >>