Evvi pressed her face into the pillow. It’d been so long since she’d slept that good.
She glared at the black-suited intruder sitting in the bedside chair. Feeling a sore tug on her forehead, she lifted her hands to the bandage — probably covering stitches. She tried to sit up, but the man outstretched his hand.
“That’s not a good idea.”
Evvi pushed his hand away and leaned back. She took in the white walls and the IV connected to her arm. The constant beeping sound lured her eyes to the heart monitor. She licked her dry lips and winced. The bottom was cut. ‘Oh, great.’ She took a deep breath and flipped the sheet over. The rest of her body was fine.
The man smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.
The doctor came in and examined Evvi’s — Payton’s — memory and concentration. Then she left Evvi with this annoying man.
No surprise when he whipped out his badge. “Name’s Detective Parker.”
‘Showtime.’ Evvi played with the bed sheet — pinch, release, pinch, release. “There was a man with me. Is he okay?”
Parker shifted around.
She balled the covers. “Where’s Luke?”
“He’s . . . missing.”
She froze. That bastard couldn’t have gotten away.
“You two were helped out of the car, but he took off.”
Her brother’s voice sliced through her mind. ‘Time to fall from your throne, princess.’ She hugged herself for show.
Parker touched her arm. “What happened this morning?”
She trembled with rage. “We were on the way to my father’s.”
“What’s your relation to Luke?”
‘Don’t throw up. Don’t throw up.’ She swallowed. “He’s my boyfriend.”
Parker screwed up his face. “But you’re—”
“Sixteen. Don’t start, I’ve heard it all.”
He scowled. “Who was driving?”
“Witnesses don’t think Luke lost control — it seemed deliberate. Do you understand what I’m saying, Payton?”
Evvi squeezed her eyes shut against the ache of her stitches. “He hates me.”
“Why do you say that?”
She made herself cry and buried her face into her hands.
Parker shot up and got tissues. “Okay. All right.” He placed the box beside her. “Has Luke been on edge lately?”
“Always.” Her chest convulsed as she seized a tissue and blew into it.
Parker grimaced and held up the wastebasket. “We managed to save your wallet and some clothes.”
Evvi jerked the bin from him. “My love drove us off a bridge and left me. You think my mind’s on clothes?”
“Distraction helps when I’m stressed.”
“I’m not you.”
She had enough of looking at his pathetic face, and all this crying was giving her a migraine. She closed her eyes. “Leave.”
“We’re not done.”
“Please! Just go.” She heard him move, but he didn’t leave. Her eyes met his green ones.
“When you’re released, you’ll be taken in for further questioning. An officer’s waiting in the hall.” He left.
Evvi punched the mattress. There had to be a way out.
Sonya nominated me for the Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge — I’ll continue to thank her ever so kindly! If anyone hasn’t read her stories, you’re missing out. While she completed her series, this is my second entry (click here for part 1). Also, check out Ella aka Jumbleskine’s first entry.
The Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge rules require you to . . .
- Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo.
- The story can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or simply a short paragraph — it’s entirely up to you.
- Then each day, nominate another blogger to carry on this challenge. Accepting the challenge is entirely up to the person nominated, it is not a command.
Today, I nominate Jessica who paints pictures with words.