Post by Trevor Williams on Sept 22, 2009 13:00:31 GMT -8
Sunday, 19 December 2010
10 p.m.
He could have gone to Sienna's. In fact, he probably should have gone to Sienna's. He wouldn't have to fucking pretend there that his heart hadn't just been shattered into a million pieces, that his stomach hadn't turned over at the sight of the lifeless body laying on the ground, a face forever frozen in fear in the living room of their own home. But that was just it. Few people knew where they lived, very few people, because of his paranoia. Even fewer of those people had been people he had told Evie to open the door to unless that damn Winslow had known because she'd brought him here before, and Evie, being Evie, had let him in, but why would he kill her? That didn't make sense. Callid didn't know where his home was. Sienna didn't have a clue. Fierro would be the last person he'd tell. Morgana did, and Morgana could have gotten tired of waiting.
That thought hurt more than anything else. His unborn child was dead, and if she had done this, it was her fault. How could they go on from there? He was too blinded by emotion right now to care that Morgana would have been more tactful than that, that she would not have done something to compromise their reunion. He just explained it away as his initial theory being right. She had an ulterior motive after all, and she was beginning to work on it. After all, "Heaven Hath no rage like a love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned." She had been put aside for Evie after he had nearly seen her, Morgana Calloway, nearly die in his arms at the Battle of Hogwarts two years ago to this day. It would be fitting and poignant would it be that she should choose today of all days to exact her revenge, wouldn't it?
Trevor stopped as he reached the steps to the front door of the manor and took a deep, shuddery breath and closed his eyes a moment as he held it before releasing it and rolling his shoulders. It was game time, and even though he had the advantage of knowing what had happened to Evie even if somehow it ended up she didn't do it, he had no idea what he was going to do when he got to that door and saw her face. It was the face of the woman he loved, but what was to happen if love wasn't enough? Opening his eyes, he walked up the steps and lifted his hand to grab the knocker, rapping it twice and stepping back and crossing his arms. It was going to be a long however long before she got here, and he wasn't sure which emotion he would be feeling when she opened that door because right now, he was so overwhelmed, and that was scary.
Whatever the case, he had to stay in control and get a grip. It was the only way for this to work. He couldn't be another Robert. He wouldn't be, but right now, he was so furious, so hurt, so...he didn't even know.