Obsessed by Alicyn Night (fiction book recommendations .txt) 📖

okay mom?’ she crossed her small arms over her chest. Her mother rolled her eyes.
‘All right love. I will, l but remember get the frog and come straight to the car.’ Her mother kissed her and let her down, watching her run to the pound.
‘I dunno what mama is talking about its still sunny to me…’ little Evelyn mumbled, wading in the clear blue water. She bent down the little frogs that were hoping away.
‘Wait comes back frogie!’ she squealed, running after it. She tripped and fell into the water, her small doll like hands found themselves around a slimy frog. She held him up the fading sun in victory. Then a thunder cloud came over her and bellowed out a loud bang! Evelyn looked up the raining sky, letting the raindrops fall on her face. She blinked back a few tears from fright and laughed.
‘Evelyn?! Evelyn?!’ she heard her mother call. Evelyn looked to her mothers figure running over to her picking her up.
‘Mama! Look! Look! The sky…it’s…it’s crying.’ Evelyn mumbled feeling a few tears run down her face.
‘I’m sorry sky for laughing!’ she yelled out to the sky, before her mother put her in the car, driving off…

Evelyn walked threw the gates into the graveyard, her hands ghosting over the old graves. Her eyes were looking at the up coming grave. It was huge, white marble and grey. Her eyes trained on the name.
‘Melody Heeren may her soul rest in peace, even though she left with a tragic sad end. Let God watch over her spirit as she crosses over. A loving mother and wife.
1972-2010

’
Evelyn felt tears sting her eyes as her hands touched her mother’s grave. She kept going after a moment, to cross to Chris’s grave.
‘ Christopher Grace
Loving brother and son
Let his soul be left in peace.
1993-2010

’
His grave wasn’t as good looking as her mothers’. There were also a few beers and toilet paper rolls by his grave. Somebody had graffiti his grave reading:
‘Faggot, Asshat, fuck face! You deserve to rot in the fucking ground!

’
Evelyn agreed with these people he was an ass, a jerk and honestly he deserved what he got. But at the same time she felt sad, because she knew she had caused his death. She wondered around a bit more before she was at her mother’s grave again.
“Mom…” she let the tears go this time, her knees giving out under her. She fell to the mossy ground and cried.
Cried for her mother and the people that Damien had killed.
Cried for father and her friend that was being held captive.
And Cried for herself, Damien had finally did it. He had broken her.
She laid on the ground, curling up into herself, letting her mother watch over her. Her eyes drooped and fell.
And soon she was asleep.
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Chapter 7- Absence
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Damien sat in the hall that lead to Caden’s torture room, resting his head against the cement wall. His thoughts swarming around Evelyn. He screamed in anger and frustration. He looked up to the dim lights, and choked out a dry sob.
‘Why? Why?! Why does that Asshat mean so much to her?! Why can’t she love me like that?!

’ he thought pounding his fists against the ground.
“Damn it!” he yelled, feeling a few tears roll down his face. “Why? Why Evelyn? Why? Why do you love him and not me?” Bringing his knees to his chest, he sobbed in the dim-lighten hallway, waiting for dawn.
Evelyn watched the sun come up, knowing something bad was going to happen. Her father already fleeing to his car. Sighing, she opened her laptop watching the screen pop up. She looked back to the window; Damien was outside, with a few things in his hands.
“Fuck.” She hissed. She hurried to create a new password then turned off her computer.
“Evelyn…” a soft voice called behind her. She froze and turned her head.
“Shit!” she hurried to her window as Damien hurried to grab her.
“No no Evelyn no escaping me today.” Damien threw her on her bed, going back to the door.
Evelyn realized with horror those things in his hands were duck tape and rope.
“Fuck! Please Damien, don’t!” she begged, rolling on her bed as he grabbed for her.
“Evelyn get over here. I don’t want to make this harder then it already is.” Damien sighed, grabbing for her again. She dodged him, flying into her desk.
“Shit.” She winced as she held her side. Damien sighed again and grabbed her arm gently.
“Please Evelyn stop, you’re going to get yourself hurt.” He threw her over his shoulder as she kicked and screamed.
“Let me go you Asshat! Fucking let me go!” Damien threw her back on the bed, glaring at her.
“stop fucking cursing at me you bitch!” he blew up in her face, shaking his fists around, he threw the kidnapping tools to the ground.
“Damn it Evelyn! I just want to be with you but you just keep shattering me!” he yelled pitifully, sinking to the ground. He held his head in his hands, feeling his eyes prick with tears.
“And what do you think your doing to me? Huh? You broke me down and now I’m NOT letting you have me! I want nothing to do with you Damien! I hate you and I’m sick of you playing this game!” she screamed at him, standing from the bed, her fists clenched.
“I hate you but I don’t hate you…” her bright eyes dulled, and closed. She fell back onto the bed, running her fingers threw her ebony hair. She felt tired and depressed.
“What?” he looked confused and somewhat hopeful.
She sighed and looked at him in the eye.
“I hate you for many, many reasons! But I can’t bring myself to really hate you.” She blushed and looked away, as he kept staring at her. He stayed silent for a moment before going off.
“Evelyn, if you give me a chance! A chance is all I ask, please! I could make you love me, willingly! I swear, just give me a chance love! One! That’s all I ask, and I’ll do anything for you!” he grabbed her hand, his eyes shining. “Please Evelyn that’s all I ask!” he looked at her desperate.
Evelyn looked at him, then back at the window, then back at him.
“Anything?” she asked quietly. He nodded his head slowly, not understanding what was going on in her head.
“I will if you let Caden go.” She watched his face as it sunk in to what she was saying. He stood abruptly, and went to her desk, his hands gripping tightly to the wood so he wouldn’t hurt her.
‘Why him?!

’ he seethed in his mind.
“Damien?” she whispered, picking at her nails nervously. He turned swiftly turned back around to her, his body rigid.
“No.” he stiffly said, threw clenched teeth. She starred at him for a moment before turning around, grabbing her lamp and throwing it at him.
“Then get out!” she screamed. She knew it was a long shot, but she had to try.
“Evelyn! Stop! You knew that I would have said no, and you knew that I wouldn’t be able to do that! So why did you ask?!” Damien yelled. Blowing up in her face, but she didn’t back down instead she stood up, her fists clenched.
“Because I love him!” she screamed. Damien’s face fell, his eyes no longer angry. But now they were drenched in unbearable sadness.
“I understand…” he whispered, moving away from her, walking to her door.
“I’m sorry Evelyn…” he took a last glance at her.
Evelyn sat back onto her bed, wrapping her arms around herself. Her body doubled over, feeling a few tears prick her eyes.
“No your not…” she whispered to nothing.

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Caden watched as Damien came, his face drawn to the watery ground.
“Another pipe broke.” he stated, his voice void of emotion.
“What now?” Caden coughed, Damien lifted his head to Caden’s shackles.
‘Maybe I should let him go…then maybe Evelyn would…

’ Damien shook his head, then looked at Caden straight in the eye.
“Evelyn said the only way for her to be mine, is that I have to let you go.” At these words Caden became anxious. Would he be let go, or? But then there was Evelyn. She ever backed down from a promise. But maybe she just said that so he could go free then they could run away where Damien couldn’t find them!
“Well?!” Caden about shook in his chains. How he missed the fresh air and sun! Leaving in the grass with Evelyn as she worked on another piece for her cello. Caden watched Damien’s eyes harden slightly.
“I said no, and now she hates me!” Damien grabbed his knife and threw it at the cement wall. He walked out of the dark water room full of rage.
Caden sighed.
“She already hated you.”
Damien ran up the stairs of the manor’s basement, his boots heavy against wood. Shoving his fist against the walls every chance he got. Finally he reached the top, then slammed the door. Locking it.
“Damn it Evelyn!” he screamed to nothing, he ran up to the second floor, going to his room, he looked around looking for something to brake. Something to burn.
He took everything in the room, breaking it, throwing it, hitting it. He wanted this whole in his chest to go away. He went into the bathroom and broke the glass to the mirror, shattering all of it. Shards of the glass stuck in his hand as it became numb. Deep red rivers spurred from his hand, as he starred at it he thought of Evelyn. Memories flooding back of the night he sketched his name in her back, every thing he had done to her, everything he had done to her family.
He backed into the wall, holding his head.
“Stop it! Stop it!” he shook his head, tears falling from his eyes. His vision became blurred as he sobs, clenching his teeth.
“I didn’t…I didn’t mean to…” then he was back in his old house. The old coffee table full of ash trays and empty beer bottles. The T.V. was full of snow as the sound screeched in Damien’s ears. The scent of the house was of decay and salt. That was the day when he found the cat Damien was hiding. It was a kitten, small and white. He had named her Snow for her fur.
“You little Bastered! Get in here and make my dinner!” his father screamed from the kitchen.
“Shoot Sir is mom, be quiet snow and I‘ll bring you your dinner.” Damien gave the little kitten a peck on its cheek, and hustled her to his room, shutting the door softly. Damien ran to the kitchen and went to the fridge.
“why the hell did it take you so long?!” his father screamed in his face. Damien gave him a shy nod of his head and began to explain when a tiny ‘mew’ came from behind his father. His father turned around to see a tiny kitten still trying to stand, hungry for food.
“so you’ve been hiding dinner have you?!” ‘Sir’ reached for Damien in a drunken slur, but before he could reach him a little hiss came from the kitten. ‘Sir’ turned around and grabbed the pussy by its tail, swinging it around.
“stop it!” Damien yelled, reaching for the cat, but his father pushed him out of the way, and went to the sink.
“you want me to let the cat go?” his father smirked. Then he turned on the garbage disposal. Damien’s eyes widened in fright.
“No please!” tears sprang from his eyes.
“okay then I’ll let the cat go!”