Page 4 of Undone By You

Then chimes again. My blood chills and I close my eyes before opening them again, hoping it's just Rose checking in. I walk over to my phone and I pick it up, taking a deep breath and trying to steady my racing heart before I click open.

Unknown Number: You looked delicious tonight.

Unknown Number: I couldn't keep my eyes off of you. Too bad some fuckers hands were all over you. Did you see your precious Even after the fire? See you soon, delicate flower.

I stare at the text messages without a single thought in my head.

I swallow a few times as I have flashbacks of the man standing in the club staring at me.

It was him, he started the fire.. he burned the club to the fucking ground because someone else touched me? And I wanted it, I wanted Evan to touch me. I stare at the message for a solid five minutes before my fingers start moving across the keyboard

Coraline: Who the fuck are you? Leave me alone, if you ever set foot on my property again I will be calling the cops, you fucking psycho!

He reads the text immediately and the three dots start dancing and my palms start to itch. Anxiety starts to creep in and I keep my eyes on the window.

My cellphone chimes and I tear my eyes away to open the text.

Unknown number: I love it when you talk dirty to me.

Is he fucking serious?! Is this a joke to him?! Of course it is! I groan and I lock my phone and storm towards the window, I hear a motorcycle humming before it purrs into a loud roar. Headlights flash through my window and blind me.

I see him pulling off with his back wheel sliding side to side as I watch him ride into the trees and he is out of sight in seconds.

The next morning I wake up with the sun shining in my eyes, I clutch my head while groaning and suddenly all the memories from last night start to surface. The fire, the man on the motorcycle. Evan.

I groan again and reach over to check the time on my cell phone. 10:40am. FUCK! I was supposed to meet Tyler for coffee forty minutes ago. I stumble out of bed and throw on a pair of Jean shorts and a white shirt before grabbing my sneakers and slipping my hair up into a high ponytail.

I walk into the coffee shop and shoot Tyler an apologetic look. I head for the counter and I order a caramel iced coffeewith a double shot of espresso. I walk over to the booth where my brother is sitting and I kiss him on the cheek to greet him.

"I'm so sorry, thank you for waiting, it was a long night" he laughs and says "Yeah no shit, you look like you haven't slept" I take a sip of my coffee and I nod "yeah something like that" Tyler laughs as he fiddles with his latte. He's nervous.

"You okay?" I ask him. "Listen Cora, I wanted to talk to you about something. I met with the Lawyer a couple of days ago and he found something in mom and dads will" I knit my brows in confusion at him as he proceeds "They had a bank account set up for you. With two million dollars in" My eyes go as wide as saucers as I choke on my coffee and tap my chest.

"TWO million dollars?" I whisper and shout in shock. "Yeah... but.. you can't access the account until you've become of age. You need to be twenty one before the authorities can give you access to it" I nod as I do the calculations in my head. Okay, that's two years from now. No biggie.

"I had the Lawyer check it out.. and Cora.. the account has already been drained. Exactly one month after mom and dad died."

I drop my head in my hands as I sigh "Well who else had access to the account?" I ask Tyler as I stare at the distressed coffee table.

"Dunno" these days. "We can't exactly call up mom and dad to ask" he sniffs. Well, I guess that's it. Someone stole two million dollars from me and there's no way we can find out who it is or why they decided to rob me. I look at Tyler and my eyes trail to the TV behind him, a reporter named James Portland stands outside of the skeletal frame of Vixon and says

"Good Afternoon, my name is James Portland coming to you live from outside of Vixon. Last night a fire broke out in the most well known night club in Louisiana. There were 5 people injured and one proclaimed dead. The family of Evan Richards has beennotified and the cause of this tragic event was said to be an electrical mishap. Our prayers are with the severely injured and with the Richard's family"

My iced coffee threatens to work its way up and I suddenly feel light headed. "You good?" Tyler looks at me with his constant worried look. I shake my eyes from the tv and I look at my brother and give him a quick smile "yeah, yeah I'm good I just remembered that I had to pick up a few books from Rose soon" that was an absolute lie, Rose doesn't read.

Evan is dead. And it's because of me. I might as well have his blood on my hands. I stand and kiss Tyler on the cheek and walk towards my car, I buckle myself in and I lean my head against the head rest to steady myself. I think for a few moments.. I should.. no.

I shouldn't feed into his creepy antics. My eyes start to burn as I pull up my phone and click on the unsaved number and click text.

Coraline: You killed Evan.

I drive home and I settle myself into the grey, plush sofa with a blanket and a book in front of the fireplace. I'm six chapters in and just as the enemies to lovers plot thickens my phone chimes.

Unknown number: WE killed Evan.

I stare at the text in disbelief. No the fuck we did not! I had nothing to do with this!

Coraline: We? You killed Evan. Why? Why did you start that fire?

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