Autumn POV:

After what felt like an eternity, I finally walked out of the courthouse.

The courthouse was the biggest building in town—and you couldn't miss it when you drove past it.

I'm already on step two of my plan, but I haven't done the first step yet.

It's been only a couple of weeks since that day and Damian still isn't answering my call or texts. Which is fine, but at the same time, it really isn't.

But I finally started getting somewhere, after talking with James, I figured if Damian isn't going to answer me yet, then I should do the other things I set on doing.

I went to the courthouse and finally filled out the forms I needed to get a restraining order on Matthew, which took an incredibly long time.

But I got that out of the way.

Now all I'm waiting for is the judge to review my application and approve it so there will be a hearing between me and Matthew.

And if the judge grants me the order, then Matthew can't legally harass me anymore.

And if not, then I might have to do it my way.

But hopefully, I won't have to resort to that.

It has to get approved, it just has too.

As I'm feeling so accomplished about this, I open my car door and as I'm about to get it—He shows up unexpectedly.

I didn't even expect him to even show his face again, I don't know how he even found me or he was just unconvincing here at the same time as me.

I closed my door and walked over to him, as he stood still and smirked at me, knowing full well what damage he caused.

That little smirking bastard.

I don't know what came over me in that moment—it's like I had an outer body experience, like I was seeing yourself do something that I normally don't do.

Once I was in front of him as he watched me the whole time, he was about to say something until I quickly raise my hand and slap Evan across his face, the slap must of been so hard that it whipped his head around.

The pent up rage and adrenaline quickly wear off and I felt my hand stinging from the impact of the slap.

I was even stunned that I did that, I have never done that before.

Well—there's a first time for everything.

Even finally regained his composure, he touched his cheek as he stared at me with confusion.

Once he moved his hand, I saw how badly I had slapped him. His cheek is staining red and it looks like it will form a little bit of a bruise.

Now normally, I would probably get on my knees and beg for forgiveness, but this is Evan we're talking about.

"You—" Evan started to say, but I cut him off.

"You are a pathetic piece of shit, you have nothing better to do than to ruin perfectly good people" I angrily said, "You even go to the extent of bringing others into your shit, thinking it's fine, but it's actually pitiful"

I paused before I continue, "You fucking expect other people to figure out your shit, new flash, no one cares, they are too worried about their own shit"

I might not be making sense, and my words are probably going into one ear and out the other because Evan doesn't even try to talk anymore, he just stands there, weirdly calm, too calm.

To the point where I think that he fell asleep standing up.

But ignoring all those things, I continue, but there is so much to say and not a lot of time left for me.

So I took a deep breath in, "Damian is finally happy, he was happy, until you show up and ruined it for him" I think carefully about my next words, "I'm sure Damian would love to rekindle his relationship with you, but you are making it harder for him, it's like you refuse to see him as your baby brother"

Evan still hasn't moved an inch from his position, it's like once I slapped him, he is trapped in a trance and he is forced to listen.

Yeah, maybe that's what happened.

"If you're so desperate to make Damian's life a living hell, then you don't deserve him as a brother. Damian is the most caring person someone can ever meet, and if you refuse to acknowledge that, then it's simple—leave him alone"

After all of my pent of anger spills out into Evan, I take some deep breaths to calm myself down. I'm surprised that no one seems to notice a woman screaming at some guy.

But hey, everyone is caught up in their own shit.

After I've calmed down, I look up and Evan is moving his mouth. I didn't even notice that he was talking and to be honest, I don't give a shit.

What he's saying right now is probably useless.

So to better save myself from slapping him again, I turn around and walk to my car.

As I got in, Evan was still standing in the sidewalk, his mouth was opened but closed quickly, letting whatever he was saying disappear into thin air.

I put my car into drive and as I sped off, we stared down at each other, hard.

*

I don't know if Evan is still standing where I left him, personally I could care less.

I'm running through the store like I caught on fire.

One time, while we were hanging out, Damian hinted to me that he would love more cooking supplies in his kitchen, as he was running low on them.

Now I know I can't buy Damian, but hopefully it will show him that I truly care for him and that I want him back.

I made it to the cooking section and there are so many pots and pans and spices—and I'm a little overwhelmed by them.

And I don't even have time to look up what's best for Damian's level.

So what do I do—I started to grab everything that looks good, random spices and cook books, I even got a cute apron for him.

Once I checked out, I threw everything in my trunk (not literally), and checked the time.

I still have some time left.

Before I went into the courthouse, James had texted me that Damian would be at the library today, and that I should see him then since he's apparently calmer now.

And right now, Damian might not even be at the library when I get there.

So I sped over the library, the same library Damain had me pinned up against the bookshelf.

I feel my cheeks growing red just thinking about it.

I finally made it to the library, leaving everything I bought in my car for later. I rushed up the steps, almost tripping over the last one.

I quietly and quickly walked through the library, first I checked the first floor, which was filled with people quietly reading and studying.

Looking through all the aisles, I couldn't find him, so heading up the second floor and the last floor, I looked more desperately.

I don't see him.

I was looking through the last bit of aisles, almost losing hope, but I prayed in the back of my mind that I would finally see him.

Please be here, please be here, I said in my head.

I almost lost hope completely when I stumbled upon the last and final book aisle.

And there he was.

Evan could be standing on the sidewalk for all we know, but that's okay.

Do you think Damian will talk to her?

Will he forgive her?

-Summer Roe