Obsessed - Alicyn Night (most inspirational books of all time TXT) 📗

“Evelyn?” Caden sat up rubbing his eyes; he couldn’t see the auburn eyes that watched him with fury as he called Evelyn back to bed. Evelyn fled over to him and hide in his arms once again; he watched them for a little longer then disappeared into the mist.
In the morning, Evelyn awoke to on one there, her father had left a note saying he had a meeting, traces of his presence was there a half full plate of eggs and pancakes, which she knew Caden made because her father wasn’t talented enough to make Mickey Mouse pancakes.
“Caden?” she called, she heard the back door open as Caden came in, soaking wet with rain.
“Gezz it rains so much.” He mumbled taking off his muddy shoes. Evelyn ran to him as he caught her.
“Ha-ha what’s wrong love?” he asked chuckling. She smiled at him.
“Nothing by the way did you sneak into my room last night as my dad went to bed.” He blushed and looked away, his pink glasses fogging up.
She laughed, then was silenced but her stomach growling.
“Come on let’s get something to eat.” He picked her up and went into the kitchen.
As Evelyn finished off her last pancake, Caden began to clean up.
“Caden.” She whispered, looking at her plate.
“Um? Yes?” he looked back at her, then noticed the necklace.
“Who gave you that?” he asked, looking at her neck. Before her neck was bare, now a old choker was placed there.
“Um…uh…” she started to fidget, that wasn’t a good sign. When Evelyn starts to fidget, you knew something was going on.
“Evelyn.” Caden’s voice became stern, but it was still gentle.
“I dunno, someone left it on my bed and left me a poem with it and last night someone had place a really pretty white rose on my desk with another poem and that’s what had scared me.” She was looking out the window, her face drawn and sad.
“The last poem scared me.” She mumbled, barely even moving her lips, she looked back down at her lap, biting her lip.
Caden embraced he, already knowing who it was from.
“It’s okay Evelyn; I promise I’ll keep you safe.” Evelyn snuggled into Caden’s arms. He picked her up again and sat her on the loveseat
“Movie day?” she wondered, he nodded and wondered into the kitchen to pop popcorn and grab hot cider.
Caden had Evelyn close under the blanket, as they watched another horror movie.
“Caden?” she looked up to him and smiled. “I am happy you are here.” He wrapped his arms around her and smiled.
“Me too.” He kissed her cheek, and laid his head on hers.
Just then there was a knock on the door.
They both groaned.
“I’ll get it.” Caden jumped up unwilling to let her go and went to the door.
Damien watched the police walk up to the door, a sick smile on his face. But instead of Evelyn answering the door, that boy did.
He hissed as they told him what had happened, then came his angel.
‘I did it for you Evelyn, because you slept with that boy, now I have the person who wanted you so much.

’ He thought smiling. Christopher was the boy who wanted Evelyn, his angel. But in rage he had to kill him, because the boy that held Evelyn’s hand now was going to suffer, yes and Evelyn would watch. Watch him die under his hand. He didn’t want the boy to get a quick kill no he had to suffer.
He watched tears come down Evelyn’s brilliant face. Then did Damien realize that Evelyn was a selfless person she would cry for those who would torment her or pick on her, in a way she would care about them. His heart was being swallowed in guilt and pain that he was the one causing her pain. Damien looked at his hands, afraid of himself.
‘What have I done?

’ he asked himself. He fled into the woods, then he thought:
‘What I have done is for her and nothing but her; it’s that boy that keeps getting in the way, I hurt her because she hurt me, and I hurt myself because I have hurt her, now he will be the one that hurts.

’ A few tears ran down his face as he thought of Evelyn in the arms of that boy.
He looked forward in the woods and smiled, his mind racing to make the dream happen.
“Be ready my dear Evelyn I am coming for you.”

Chapter 4
Bound

Evelyn watched the rain fall from the sky, she had to breathe, Caden stood by her side, with an umbrella. They were both dressed in black.
“Christopher was a wonderful young man with many goals in life, yes he fooled around in my class but he was a good student. Let his soul be set with peace.” Mr. Bronse stepped down from the microphone. As the priest started shouting words that Evelyn wanted to understand.
She kept her eyes to the sky instead of the coffin in front of her, she didn’t cry like anyone else because the sky was already crying for her. Caden wasn’t crying either, but then again he never really liked the guy, but still his face was crumbled with looking at Evelyn, her eyes were blank, lifeless, but she still was standing, but she didn’t move, didn’t blink.
Caden put a hand on her shoulder.
“Evelyn, the ceremony is over, let’s go.” She finally looked at him, her eyes watering.
“I know who did this.” She said quietly turning her attention to a lowing grave.
“I know.” Caden dropped the umbrella wrapped his arms around her as she cried for a loss of a classmate.
Caden felt his own tears coming on as his head spun.
After a while in the rain they finally walked to the graveyard’s gates, as someone watched them go, his brown eyes a dark cream, as something silver shinned in the out coming sun.
“Evelyn.” He whispered.
Evelyn looked back to the grave seeing Damien there, his blond hair untidy, his clothes a dirty mess.
She stood there frightened as Caden tugged on her.
“What wrong Evelyn?” he asked, she pointed to Damien as he smiled. Caden looked at him his eyes going a dark green.
“Get behind me Evelyn.” Caden said pulling her away from the man that was keeping her frozen. Damien walked forth, smiling as he approached them.
“Evelyn.” He said, starring at her with a loving look. Evelyn looked back at him, the depth of his eyes disappearing; they were wild eyes that held nothing but darkness. He looked like a mess; his hair was still somewhat red of the killing of Christopher, his clothed dark and reeked of dirt and the dead.
“What do you want?!” Caden hissed. Evelyn looked from behind him, and stood away from Caden.
“Why?” she asked with hurt in her voice.
Damien smiled.
--“It’s all for you, for us.” Damien said taking Evelyn’s hand, his hands were rough and hard. He looked down at her hands and wrist. Scars were there from him, the knife was still in his hand.
“Did this hurt?” he asked her, the desperate look in his eyes made her looked down.
“Yes they did.” She gently removed her hand from his; he looked in his empty hands, afraid of it.
“No they couldn’t have I gave them to you, they couldn’t have hurt.” He reached for her hands again, put she pulled away, he raised the knife to her, tears reaching his eyes.
“No that not possible!” he yelled, but when he pulled the knife down, Caden wrapped his arms around her.
“Caden!” she screamed.
Then it all went silent, the rain the only thing making noise, Evelyn looked down horrified. Blood stained his shirt a dark red, spreading, and spreading. Caden grunted in pain, afraid to scare Evelyn with screaming.
“ oh no…Caden.” Evelyn cried. Caden just smiled up at her.
“Sorry I guess I really suck at protecting you.” Caden’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as she tried to support his weight.
“Caden…” she fell on her knees, holding him. “Please Caden don’t…” Damien watched them, a sick smile on his lips. He looked up to the sky letting the rain touch his face, he looked back down to them, Evelyn crying for that blasted boy.
“Well Evelyn my love it is time for us to go.” Damien picked up Caden with ease as he heaved him up on his shoulder, he smiled at Evelyn lovingly.
“I hope to see you soon.” He kissed her forehead as she cried; he began to walk away as he felt Evelyn tugging weakly at him to let the boy go.
“Please! Please stop Damien!” she keep tugging on his arm at full strength, Damien thought this was cute, she was so small, so frail, she couldn’t possibly fight him.
“Good night Evelyn.” He flung her off gently, but hard enough to bring her to the ground. Damien walked away into the misty rain.

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Caden awoke to the dark, his arms chained above his head, his feet barley able to touch the ground; he could make out small blurry shapes in the complete black room, only seeing small movements.
He groaned, trying to move, trying to breath. He coughed, his lungs felt heavy, full of the thick air.
“Well well well you’re awake.” A strange familiar voice said, he watched the person move into the lighter side of the dark.
“Damien.” Caden seethed. “What did you do to Evelyn?!”
Damien chuckled, like he thought this was funny.
“I haven’t done anything to her, yet. Honestly she is not here, but she will be soon.” He mused, slipping behind Caden, he felt Damien’s cold chest against his back, one of his arms reaching to Caden’s chained wrist.
“You see Caden; you need to die, because you have fallen in love with my Evelyn.” Damien whispered.
“You fucking Bastard! You touch Evelyn and I swear to go…” Caden’s threat was cut off by a ghastly pain his back, he screamed.
“Say it again boy, tell me what do you think of me now, you saying anything I swear to fucking god I’ll cut your back in small pieces!” Damien hissed in his ear. Caden could feel the metallic edge in his back, something warm running down his bare back.
Damien smiled, knowing he won, for now.

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Evelyn sat on the chair in her room, her cello between her legs, the bow in her hand. Her eyes on the window. She wished that Caden would be right behind her sleeping on her bed like he did when she played her cello when they were younger; her room was cut out of all light, as picked her cello back up and began to play again. Her father watched from her door, his eyes were sad for his daughter, for she was all alone again. And he didn’t like it at all.
“Evelyn?” he called softly as his daughter played the black cello, its notes a deep sad mournful cry. He was beginning to get anxious; she wouldn’t talk, eat, or move, except when she played her cello.
She stopped playing and turned around to her father, her eyes dead, depressing but still alive and deep, but they now were just deep in pain.
She put the cello down and crawled onto her bed, curling into a little ball, her sobs quiet, but still rocking her body. Her father sighed and walked out, knowing she wouldn’t get better without Caden there.
Evelyn watched the skies light fade; the different colors that passed made her feel dizzy. She closed her eyes for a moment to right herself in her mind again.
“Evelyn?” her father called, walking