"Sometimes, Bad Can Be Good."
{•~•}|•~•~•|{•~•}
Evelyn Hills is what you can call a rebel with a cause. She's more trouble than you can imagine, but everything she does is for her family.
Blayne Wilder has had a goo...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Evelyn's Pov
Blayne wouldn't let me go, so I sat on the couch. I eventually fell asleep there, but T.J. and Wes woke me up after a while.
"Your mom made dinner. You should eat something." Wes said.
"Thanks."
I didn't eat, though. I had this gut feeling that something wasn't right.
I just wish I would've acted on it.
{•~•}|•~•~•|{•~•}
Two days went by and nobody saw any sign of Windsor. But now, that gut feeling was growing and I was worried that something had happened.
"Blayne, she's normally back by now."
"Do you want dad to start a search? It's been 48 hours, so he can."
"Yes, but I want to help." I nod.
"Understandable."
I shouldn't have helped.
{•~•}|•~•~•|{•~•}
"We're going to spread out and search for this girl. She's fourteen, last seen wearing a black cropped top and denim shorts." Isaac announces to the group of people helping.
Blayne and I take the woods, east side. While Wes and T.J, take the west side.
"We'll find her." Blayne says.
We will. But, not how we expected.
{•~•}|•~•~•|{•~•}
The white car came into view a few hours into the search. It sat at the bottom of the hill, on top of the hill was a broken fence. Clearly the person busted through the fence.
"Blayne, do you think it..."
He freezes and his gaze zeros in on something laying on the ground. I look in his direction.
Windsor.
My knees hit the ground right next to her. I pull her into my arms, sobbing like a mad woman. Screaming and crying filled the air.
"Evelyn."
His voice was muffled, distant almost.
"Evelyn, get up!"
Was it a dream?
"Come on Eve!"
His arms wrap around my waist and he pulls me away from the scene. I scream and kick as he pulls me away from her.
"Eve, calm down!"
A group of cops and paramedics rush to the scene and I am left standing there, Blayne's arms wrapped around me.
"Hey, Hey...shhh...hey, you're okay."
He combs through my hair as I whine.
"I don't want her to go. I don't want her to go! Blayne!"
I scream and cry until I can't anymore.
"Shhh...you're fine."
The last thing I remember was screaming. Blayne's voice telling me I'll be okay.
And my mom's devastated face when she approached the scene.
