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Evelyn

Something is staring at me. I try to move, but it feels like my body is glued to the bed. I can't even move my head and all I see is a dark shadow near the door. Is it Felix standing there? No, it looks smaller than him, but I’m not sure because I can’t move my head to see it properly. Whoever it is starts to walk slowly towards my bed with unsteady steps. The way it moves gives me the creeps, like something is wrong with it. What the fuck is this? The room is getting colder and my vision is getting blurry as it comes closer, until I can no longer see it but I can feel it breathing down on me. Its breath stinks like it’s rotten, and then it’s touching my hair, shushing me. Tears start to leak down my face and a frightful feeling starts to completely overtake me.

“Eee–V–ee. Ssshh.” I try to move my body as I desperately attempt to get out of there, but I can’t and my tears are now flowing freely. It brushes its cold calloused fingers over my cheeks and licks a tear off of my face. A loud cry leaves my throat.

“Shhhh, Evy. It’s okay! Evy?” I fly up, throwing my blanket on the floor as someone presses me down tightly. Is it that thing? Who’s holding me? I try to break free from whoever’s grip it is. “Shh it’s okay, you're okay. Calm down.” I look up to find Felix sitting there on the side of my bed.

"F–Felix? Wha– what are you–”

He looks up at me and pets my hair like I’m a child “Don’t worry, princess. You were screaming bloody murder here. You’re lucky I even felt like coming to the rescue. Gods know how long it would've taken your best friend to come, if she cared enough to, of course.”

I quickly scramble out of his reach and ball a fist out of anger. I feel like I’m boiling at this point. Why was he holding me? “And so, what? You decide to come and touch me while I'm all vulnerable and sleeping?” I say loudly, not caring about waking up the house, though if what he said is true, I have woken them up already anyway.

“Relax, princess, if I wanted to do something, I wouldn't do it when you're sleeping. No, when I do it, you will be very much willing and very much awake. In fact, you will be begging me for it.”

I scowl at him as I move to get more space between us. Having his body so close to mine is making me feel all kinds of things that I don't want to feel. I need space – lots of space .

“You must be delusional if you think I’d want to do anything with you, let alone beg you for anything.” I’m really hoping he can’t sense my unease, but the slight grin on his face tells me he knows.

“Your screeching was ruining my sleep,” he blatantly states.

“Oh, sorry, I was having a nightmare.”

His hand brushes the stray hairs from my face and he leans over softly pressing his lips to my forehead. “It’s just a dream princess, go back to bed. Nothing will get past me.” He winks. Getting up, he walks to sort of close the door and sits down on the chair next to it.

A breath I didn’t know I was holding releases as I place my head back on the pillow. What the hell was that dream? I used to have a lot of nightmares as a child but never like this – it felt so real.

THUD

I jump up at the sound and look around for what it was. It seems Felix left since I don’t see his silhouette on the chair anymore. I reach out to grab my phone for some light, but it looks like it’s been moved to the window sill. Did Felix do that? Maybe I just placed it there and forgot? I get up to grab it as chills go through my body. How can Britt’s aunt have so much money but not even afford to get some decent heating? Once I reach the window, I pick up my phone and see a sudden movement outside. I try to take a better look at who it is, but all I see is the sweater Felix had been wearing today. I guess he went for a late-night walk. How did I not hear anyone going down the stairs? They creak so loudly you could hear it through one of Britt’s karaoke sessions. Ugh, it’s getting so cold . I quickly walk back to the bed, wrap myself up in the blankets, and try to get back to sleep.

BAM BAM BAM!

“Ugh!” I wake up to loud banging noises on the door. Don’t let it be him again.

“Come on, get up! I don't have all day!”

Does this guy ever sleep? He better not be breaking the door.

I really wanna commit a crime right about now. Deep breaths in and–

“Evelyn, I will drag you out if I have to. Get. Up. Now!” Felix’s stern voice is starting to sound angry; it almost makes me want to get up… almost .

I press the pillow over my head, hoping it will make the banging less loud.

BAMM!

I jump up and see parts of the door on the floor and a very angry Felix standing in the hole that used to be my doorway.

“WHAT THE FUCK, FELIX! You did not just break the door!”

“And you need to learn to listen! I told you to get up on time, and guess what – you're not.”

He grabs me by the arm, pulls me up, and then slings me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Who does he think he is? I slam my fists into his back, trying to make him put me down or at least – if I’m lucky – break something while I’m at it.

WHACK!

A sudden sting burns my skin and a gasp leaves my throat. The embarrassment of what just happened is starting to kick in, and I can feel my face turning red and my body tingling all over. I'm not sure if that last part is because of the anger or if it’s because of something else, but there's no way I’m liking the fact that he is manhandling me. It’s just the shock, Evy, that's all. Even though he just fucking spanked me, and I’m feeling wetness leaking down in a certain place.

It’s just because it’s been a while, not because it’s him doing it. Maybe if I repeat this to myself a couple of times, I’ll actually start to believe it.

“Felix! Put me down. NOW!” I scream out the last part, hoping it’ll do anything for the predicament I’m in, but all it does is make him slap me harder.

WHACK!

I groan as the sting hits me harder than the previous one. Trying to breathe in through my mouth and out my nose is not helping my case and I feel like I’m dripping. A new fear strikes me and I really, really hope he doesn’t notice the wetness that’s starting to slide down my legs. The last thing I need is for him to find out he’s turning me on.

All thoughts leave my head as he strikes me again. I try to make words or any noise other than a moan leave my mouth, but it's sooo damn hard.

“F–Felix, stop! Put me down!” I attempt to hold the tears that are trying to escape my eyes, but one of them betrays me and starts to slide down my cheek.

I hear him closing a door and in one swift movement, I get thrown onto something very soft. Is this a bed? I look around; this room looks messy and dark. A small gasp leaves me as I realise I’m in his bedroom. I gather myself as much as possible, trying to hide my legs in my oversized shirt – I never sleep with pants on. I thought no one would notice. Damn me!