Page 117 of When Wrecked Meets Ruined
I loved her.
I hated her.
I failed her.
But in true Evie style, she’d come back fighting and retaliated in the worst way imaginable.
She broke my motherfucking heart. Ripped the beating organ out of my chest and stomped all over it before she kicked it to the curb.
And I would never forgive her for that.
CHAPTERFORTY-THREE
Evie
Plano,Texas
Notes from Evie’s Journal
November 19th
It’s been twelve days since I left the hospital.
I have a therapist now. She suggested that I keep a journal. I suppose I should talk about the night I killed a man. Or the bottle of sleeping pills…
I didn’t really want to die. I just wanted one night of uninterrupted sleep.
I’m a liar…
And a coward.
November 24th
Nights are the worst. Whenever I close my eyes, I see that man’s face. The goatee and the slicked-back hair. He had thick lips, and he wore too much cologne. I keep smelling it on my skin even though it’s been scrubbed clean.
The night he came to my house, I thought Ridge was at the door. I locked up just like he told me to, but I stupidly opened it when that man pounded on the front door. I didn’t even check the blinds to see who it was first. I swung the door open with a smile, expecting to see Ridge filling up the doorway. Bigger than life. My tarnished knight on a quest to save the damsel in distress.
Ridge didn’t need any extra guilt, he already had enough of that in his life, so I didn’t tell him.
The man was looking for Wade. Said he’d stolen money from him, but he’d be happy to settle the debt in a different way.
“Over my dead body,” I gritted out.
“I’m sure that can be arranged. But not until I take what I want.”
He didn’t get what he wanted. Not the money or my body because I fought with everything in me. My nails were ripped and bloody, and there were pieces of his skin underneath from clawing him.
I guess you could say I’m one of the lucky ones. I escaped something horrible and brutal, but I don’t feel very lucky.
I feel dirty and violated.
And I’m not being 100% honest either. Because he was so close to getting what he wanted from me… so close.
November 29th
In September, Ridge gave me his San Marcos State hoodie with his name and number 1 on the back. It’s thick and cozy and hides my body. I’ve worn it every day since I got here.
It doesn’t smell like him anymore. I noticed that the other day. I cried so hard I couldn’t get out of bed for two days.
