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Twenty One
RAOUL
Inever took Evelyn’s mother calling her into consideration, because I didn’t expect the woman to have the nerve to ask for sympathy from the daughter she abandoned.
Turns out the woman really does have no morals. And with Evelyn staring at me furiously waiting for an answer, I know how much what I’m about to admit is gonna hurt her.
I just can’t figure out why.
“I killed him,” I tell her, unable to feel a shred of remorse for it.
“Oh my god,” she gasps, her hand slamming over her mouth and her body caving in like her soul’s been sucked out.
“Raoul…” Tears start to fill her big blue eyes as she shakes her head in disbelief.
“Pull over.” She shifts away from me, reaching forward to slam her hand on the partition between us and the driver. “Pull over please!” she yells desperately.
When the car pulls to a halt, she scrambles out the door and immediately throws up into the side of the road. I get out after her, stepping up behind and trying to comfort her, but she pushes me away. Tears are streaming from her eyes now, she’s struggling for breath like she’s having a panic attack.
“Calm down, you're making yourself sick.”
“What do you expect? You killed a man because of me.” She looks up at me in disgust.
“No, not because of you, because he deserved it,” I correct her, really struggling to understand her reaction. She should be happy he’s dead after the shit he put her through.
“Jesus, Raoul, what’s wrong with you? Is this how you deal with people?” She rubs her hand over her face like she can’t stand to look at me.
“Yes, it is. The man deserved to fucking die!” I yell, angry that she isn’t even trying to understand. She knows me, she knows my family, does she really think we became the most powerful family on the east coast by breaking pinkies and big toes?
“I need to get home and call my mama back.” She pushes me away when I try to comfort her and gets in the car, slamming the door before I can get in beside her.
I round the back of the car and get in on the other side, forced to listen to her sobs all the way back to my house.
They only make me wish I could kill the fucker all over again. This time, slower.
He doesn’t deserve her sympathy, and neither does her mother.
When we get home she lets herself out of the car and races up the stairs, straight into the guest bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
“Trouble in paradise?” Ludo asks when he comes out of the kitchen. The man needs to start watching what he says around me, I’m still fucking furious that Fabian managed to get his hands on her at the club last night. Had curiosity not got the better of me, and I hadn’t gone inside to check on her, things could have been so much worse.
“Don’t fucking start,” I warn, racing up the stairs and trying to open the door to get to her. She’s locked me out. I can hear her talking to her mother, trying to calm her down. Being strong for her, despite all that her mother let happen to her. And all I can do is wait, I press the back of my head against the door and sink to the floor, trying to contain all the fury inside me and figure out where I went so wrong.
***
I don’t know how long I wait like that, but when the talking stops and all I can hear are Evelyn’s sobs, I stand up and tap the door.
“Let me in so we can talk.” I take calming, steadying breaths to try and tamper my frustration.
“Go away, Raoul. I need space,” she calls back, and I feel all the muscles in my body tense. I want to kick the fucking door in, but I know it will do me no good.
“Please, let me try to explain.”
“I can’t look at you right now, Raoul, please just leave me alone.” Her words stab into my chest like a rusty dagger, and I back away from the door, heading to my room to throw on some shorts and a tank top so I can go for a run.
I’ll give her a few hours to cool off, she’s in shock. She’ll understand when she’s had time to think. She’ll realize I did this because I care about her.
When I get back from running she’s still locked in the room, I try the door again and this time I’m greeted with nothing but silence. Maybe she’s cried herself to sleep, or maybe she hates me so bad now that she wants to make me suffer.
