Forever Young

"It was the first kiss and the first time I felt connected to anything."

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33. Chapter 33

Eve's POV:

Happy fucking birthday, Eve.

Happy fucking birthday.

I haven't gotten out of bed yet, because I know when I do, I'll probably see Ashton in an orange jumpsuit and handcuffs.

So I stay in bed until 12.

Although the second I got up I regretted throwing my phone against the wall, it cracked but it still works.

I have 29 more miscalls from Ashton and 17 new texts.

My head is pounding.

"Eve, get up, you have to eat something." Britt says from outside the door.

Oh yea, and I haven't opened more door… I don't want to talk to anyone.

"Go away." I pout, I hear a sigh come from the other side of the door and footsteps.

Good.

About thirty minutes later there's another knock on my door.

"Eve, Eve it's Grace. Let me in." She sighs. I groan and get up, Grace barges in and hugs me, her skinny arms wrapping around my neck as I softly, lightly hug her back.

She shuts the door behind her.

"What the hell?"

"Don't ask."

"I wasn't going to, your dad filled me in already… Why didn't you tell me you guys did it?" She asks as we sit on the bed together.

I roll my eyes. "Because, it was like me and Ashton were in our own little bubble. Like, nothing and nobody else mattered… I don't know, I guess I just forgot to tell you… Sorry."

"It's fine. You're going through enough…" She sighs apologetically.

"So how ya holding up?" Grace asks.

"Not well. I'm just waiting for my dad to let me see Ashton again… But I'm still confused onto why Ashton said anything in the first place." Still terrible confused.

"Well… I don't know if he's gonna let you see him at all…"

"Wait, what do you mean?"

"Um, we were talking and he said you weren't going to be seeing him again."

"Ever?"

"I don't know."

"The fuck?!" I throw my hands up.

"Eve, Eve, calm down, I could be wrong. He could change his mind."

"Why would he do that? What does that do for him? keeping me from see the boy I love… Huh? I just…" I huff and lose my words.

I grab my phone and actually open all of the texts from Ashton…

 

*Evelyn please call me.*

*Eve, are you home? Are you okay?*

*I'm sorry Evelyn. I love you. Please, please call.*

*I'm not going to stop bothering you so you might as well answer me.*

*Eve, please.*

*Goodmorning princess. You alright? Happy birthday.*

*Are you awake?*

*Evelyn, please answer me. I know you're there.*

*Just call me please, or at least text me. You're driving me crazy.*

 

There are at least eight more texts like that, and I've read enough. I quickly punch in his number and call him…

The voice operator answers.

*I'm sorry, this phone or device has been disconnected and/or not paid for, please contact your local phone company for more information. Thank you for your time.*

 

"He disconnected my phone."

"You can still text." Grace suggests. "He's been going crazy, Eve. He kept calling me too."

 

I sigh and start typing.

 

*I'm fine. I need to talk to you but my dad disconnected my phone.*

 

Is all I say, my emotions are running wild and I need to talk to him. I can't just poor my heart out via text.

 

"I'm gonna go make you some food, you need to eat or you'll get sick." Grace says and leaves the room.

***

The rest of the day Dad let Grace stay, we watched old 80's movies and I cried into her arms, then stopped and ranted on about something… Then cried some more. Then threw some stuff. Then watched a movie, and cried some more…

 

Some fucking birthday…

 

When the sun goes down and the moon and stars come out, Michelle creeps in and says that Dad is allowing Grace to spend the night, if she would like to.

My dad hasn't talked to me directly since last night.

He keeps sending servants in.

Grace says she really wants to stay but she has to go, her mom is really getting on her about spending the night elsewhere since my dad told her mom about the boys.

But I believe I have it much worse.

Because Grace wasn't a slut who fucked a guy 5 years older than her.

My subconscious growls, I pull out my gun and attempt to shoot her in the head, but she just dissolves into thin air.

Good reddens.

"Bye Eve, I'll call you in the morning. Don't stress out too much." She says, I nod and and hug her bye.

 

The rest of the evening is quiet, around 11:00pm I manage to sneak out and heat the left overs Michelle kept out for me. I eat dinner alone in my room.

I continue my collection of 80's movies and then stare at my phone.

I need someone to talk to.

I need someone who will understand.

I can't call Ash, not when I'm this confused.

I can't call Grace, she knows too little about mine and Ashton's relationship.

 

I dial Calum's number.

 

"Evelyn? Are you okay?" He says, I sniffle into the phone.

Great. He knows too.

"Yes, I-I'm fine."

"Ashton told me what happened, I'm so sorry."

"It's fine… Um… Did you uh, did you know that-"

"That you were only 14? Yea. We all knew."

"15."

"What?"

"I'm 15 now. Today is my birthday."

He stays silent out of pity for me.

"Chica, I'm so sorry…"

"It's fine." No it's not.

"I'll be fine." I'm breaking inside.

"Well do you want to come over?"

"I don't think I can. Dad's got me on lock down."

"Oh… Well if you ever need a place to crash or something, you're welcome here anytime. I'm literally only two blocks from your house."

"How would you know where I live?"

"Your insane boyfriend gave me directions incase I needed to come pick you up. He said he knew you wouldn't want to see him."

"And how would he know that?"

"Because he gets you."

 

Dammit.

 

He's right.

 

"Evelyn, I know it seems like the whole world is crashing down on you right now. But it'll get better… Trust me. And if you ever, need anything, anything at all. You better fucking call me." He says and a smile smears onto my lips and I chuckle.

"Thanks Cal."

"No problem… You sure you don't want to come over? I can't pick you up because Luke has the car but, you could walk."

That does sound tempting.

"Actually…"

***

I snuck out clean, no alarm went off, no sister catching me in the act. My door is shut and has been so I doubt anyone will think that anything is different.

They won't even notice I'm gone.

 

Ashton would've noticed.

Ashton wouldn't have gotten mad at me.

Ashton would've listened to me.

Ashton…

 

Goddammit I miss him.

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