Obsessed by Alicyn Night (e book reader free TXT) 📕

relief as she grabbed her cello and put it back in the case. Caden grabbed it and held her hand.
“I want mint tea ice-cream and an izze soda, the peach kind.” She sniffed, clutching his hand.
He laughed.
“And chicken dumplings?” he smiled. She nodded her head, a blush on her cheeks.
He smiled wider.
“Same old Evelyn.” She smiled at this.
“Thank you Caden.” She kept her head down, feeling his hand tighten on hers.
“Anything for you.” He kissed the top of her head, a loving smile on his face. “Anything.”

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She slept sound fully, her breathing soft. Damien sat on the edge of her bed, the blankets soft, warm, and inviting. He looked to her, eyes saddened.
“Why do you do this Evelyn?” he whispers, his warm eyes water as he watches her sleep. “Why do you do this to me? I love you so much why do you hurt me this why?” he says and touches her lips the swelling went down, he did this to her, why did he hurt her?! She turns over, facing away from him.
“You even shun me in your sleep,” a few tears slip to his cheeks. He grabbed onto her then froze; moonlight streamed into the window hitting her face in the perfect place, her face glowed like a shining gem. She looked so…stunning.
“Evelyn.” He whispered and kissed her gently, her lips like soft ribbons against his. He took her face in his large hands and cried. He cried for hurting her, for her hurting him, how could they stay together if they kept doing this to each other?! His thoughts took him away to his fantasies where she would love him, and kiss him and make love to him when she was needing him that way. How she would call him when she missed him and play her cello to him when he needed to be calmed down. His thoughts took forms of dreams as he held her in sleep. The moonlight made her glow, but made him look dead.
Evelyn awoke to the sun streaming in the window, had she left it open last night? She stretched and got up and closed it, she looked around her room, it seemed different to her, her parents were gone so they couldn’t have came in here? She shrugged it off and laid on her bed again.
“You know if you keep sleeping like that for hours on end, how can I say sorry.” The voice laughed. Evelyn eyes opened to Damien sitting on her computer chair, a small smile on his lips. She gasped and sat up.
“W…why are you here?” she struggled to breath.
His eyes saddened.
“Because I want to say I am sorry for what happened yesterday, I was too…harsh on you, and forced you.” He seemed to be struggling with the thought. “I just wanted to voice my feelings.”
She looked at his eyes closely, he wasn’t lying, but still it scared her that he was here.
“You are forgiven.” She said gently, not wanting to arouse his temper.
He smiled a real smile and laughed.
“That’s good I was afraid that you wouldn’t dare forgive me.”
“I am a kind person I suppose.” She said lightly with a smile of her own. This was the old Damien she knew way back in elementary school. He was abused by his father more then often and his mother had left long after he was born, she hated him as his father hated him more. Every day he would come to school with blood-shot eyes from crying and dirty clothes that stunk of urine, but everyday he smiled and laughed with everyone, even if they didn’t want to be any where near him. One day he had been beaten up and was waiting for his father to pick him up, it was sunset and Evelyn was there too, her mother was late because she had an office meeting. She stood up and looked at him, he looked up at her.
‘Why do they hate me?’ he had asked, Evelyn shrugged her shoulders.
‘Maybe they hate you because you’re cooler than them?’ she had asked, he grinned with tears in his eyes. He started sobbing then and Evelyn comforted him, until his father came and she smiled at him and waved, only she didn’t know what happened that night when he got home, why the next day, he was covered with plasters and bandage wrapping and bruises, why he is himself.
Damien smiled at her, her sweet innocent self.
‘Soon so soon, she will be mine, I will make her mine…

’ he thought, crazed.
“Damien, How did you get in here?” the question confused him, didn’t she just close the window a moment ago, why was she asking such a dense question?
He smiled and shook his head.
“The window love I came in threw the window.” She froze on the bed now afraid. She took in a deep breath.
“what’s wrong?” he asked, tilting his head to the side, his hand twitching to her desk, then did she noticed and saw a knife from the kitchen laying there, when he picked it up and twirled it in his hands, ice flowed threw her veins, she couldn’t move, her muscles had locked in place, tears brimmed her eyes.
“Please, please no.” she whimpered, horror-struck when he came near. He looked at the knife fondly, then at her.
“My beautiful Evelyn, you have hurt me. I have punished myself already for hurting you, now it’s time for yours.” She tried to run, but he was faster, he grabbed her tender arm and threw her onto the bed, leaning over her.
“No please no!” she begged, tears fell down her face silently as she sobbed. He set the knife down and sat on her; he grabbed her hands roughly and pulled them over her head. He grabbed the knife and set it at her wrists.
“Honestly love I don’t want to do this but you misbehaved and I just can’t let you get away with that.” A piercing pain hit her wrists, as the metallic frame became tainted with her crimson blossoms.
She screamed out in pain, he only muted her with his lips. He slit her wrists again and again; the blood seeping into the blankets, her cries became louder.
“Tell me you love me!” he yelled. “Tell me and I’ll stop!” her screams became muted, he stopped as she glared at him.
“I fucking hate you!” she spit in his face, he hit her, her neck popping as her head went the other way, more tears clouded her vision, as he slashed another gash onto her wrists.
“Stop!” she screamed, he threw the knife on the other side of the room, and twisted her over, ripping her shirt off. She started sobbing again; only her cries were muffled by the bloody sheets.
“This is so they know you are mine!” he hissed in her ear, his hand reached to his back pocket a gleaming pocket knife, appears in his hands.
Then does he begin to carve on his canvas.

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Caden rushed to Evelyn’s house, she wasn’t in school, either was Damien. His gut turned in an nasty way, why didn’t he go pick her up before school, why did he just leave after what happened. His head pounded as he opened the front door, the house was clean, but a metallic scent hit his nose.
‘Blood.

’ He thought racing up the stairs to Evelyn’s room, the door was shut and he could hear soft sobs. Sweat gripped at his hands as he touched the door-knob, it opened slowing by itself, to show him a horrific site.
Evelyn lay on her bed; her back smeared in blood, a knife was in the corner drenched in her red fluid. But the most horrifying thing was in her back, was carved his name. A ghostly chuckle came from the room.
“I told you she was mine.” Damien’s voice floated to Caden’s ears.
Evelyn groaned in pain as she tried to move, her body shivering.
“If you don’t hurry my dear love will die, she has lost so much blood; I can’t believe she did this to herself.” His voiced mused.
“She could not do this to herself! You fucking bastered! Evelyn could never…” Caden became a loss of words, she was hurt this way, and he couldn’t save her. His eyes pained and filled with tears. He knew Evelyn, she could never have done this and he was sure of it. He touched her back gently as she winced at him.
Then Damien appeared from the shadowy part of the room, his blond hair messed up, sticking out, blood smeared on his face, his eyes wild, and distraught. He had a sick smile on his face.
“If you love her so fucking much why do you do this to her?!” he screamed, Damien’s smile disappeared, hurt was in his eyes then, it tamed the wild part of him.
“I…I don’t know.” He said in a blank voice. He leaped out of the window then landing with grace.
‘Why? Why did I do that to her? I can’t remember why did I do that?

’ he thought as he ran away from the house.
Caden went down stairs and grabbed a clean sheet from the closet and hurried up to the room, he wrapped it around the small shaking girl, she was crying, her sobs made Caden heart ache.
“I’m sorry Caden I couldn’t do fight him off.” She looked up to him, her blue eyes clouded with tears.
“No you did a good job you’re not dead are you?” he looked down to her, as she said the most horrendous words he had ever heard.
“Not yet.” She was silent after that; he picked her up, as she whimpered slightly he walked down the stairs and out of the door.

Chapter 2
Distraught

Caden watched Evelyn eat her soup. That was all she ate since what happened with Damien. She rarely talked too; her parents blamed them self’s for what happened, not being home more often.
“Caden.” Evelyn whispered.
“Yeah?” he asked, she looked pouty.
“I want ice cream!” she yelled, she crossed her arms. But, of course she only acted like a zombie in front of her parents.
“All they feed me is soup I want ice cream and cake and chicken dumplings!” Caden laughed as she ranted.
After her little rant about food, Caden went down stairs and go her ice cream, but his mind was somewhere else.
‘Damien disappeared after what he did to Evelyn, I know that he is waiting for something I just don’t know what. It scares me because he really got that close to her.

’ He thought as he walked up the stairs. When he entered the room Evelyn was asleep, the T.V. was on MTV, which always made her sleep, unless My Life as Liz was on. She looked peaceful; the curls in her hair were shape against her wonderful pale face. When Caden was younger, he was picked on a lot, but after Evelyn came, she protected him when people would make fun of him. Then there was Evelyn everyday she would dress in a lacy black dress and black boots, everyone thought she was a freak but Caden, he thought she was an angel, her clear blue eyes melted to his heart and soul, when she would leave her hair down small curls would wrap around her face. He even remembered the day he was beaten up, by some 7th graders. He was laying on the ground with Evelyn standing over him.
‘Were you beaten up?’ she asked as he closed his eyes, and nodded.
‘For what?’ he looked to her with anger in his eyes.
‘I was beaten up because I look like a freak with red hair and strange glasses.’