𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤.
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Four years ago, Evelyn was pushed over the edge, resulting in her running. She was fifteen and she managed to create an entire new li...
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"Levi, this is my aunt Freya and my aunt Rebekah." Evelyn introduced as he waved slightly. "Bex, Freya, this is my friend Levi." Evelyn introduced him as they nodded and smiled.
Levi looked around and noticed Klaus and Hope still lying on the floor, dead. "Are they—" Levi paused.
"They're just unconscious." Evelyn shrugged.
"They look dead!" Levi exclaimed.
"It's my father and sister. They tried to kill me and Quinn, so I sorta knocked them out? They'll wake up in an hour or two." Evelyn explained, waving her hand.
"That doesn't make it any better!" Levi shouted.
Evelyn laughed sheepishly. "Follow me. I'll take you to your room."
"Wait, we're staying here?"
"You're staying?"
Levi and Rebekah asked at the same time.
"Klaus isn't gonna let me go. I have no choice." Evelyn answered, turning to her aunts. She turned to walk away, but her aunt stopped her.
"Evelyn, Nik is your father. You shouldn't be calling him by his name." Rebekah said, stepping forward.
"By blood. He never deserved the title. He never even owned up to it." Evelyn replied harshly. They walked upstairs and through the hallway before they came across a bedroom. "Here's your room."
He nodded, and Evelyn turned to leave when Levi stopped her. "Hey, where's Oliver?"
"That I do not have an answer for." Evelyn declared.
"Let's go look for him. I want to know if he's okay."
"You won't take my word for it?"
"Nope." He said and walked out. Evelyn sighed and followed after.
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When Oliver walks out of the bathroom, his hair's wet, indicating he had just gotten out of the shower, and his chest is on display.
Hot.
No, no. Not hot. Not hot. Shut up, stupid subconscious!
Butterflies swarm my stomach, my heart rate picks up, and my cheeks flush. "Shit." I mumble to myself as soon as I see him.
