Dawn Evans

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My phone began ringing and I didn't feel like answering it. All I could feel was the bed underneath me. The warm comfy fabric resting on top of me as I adjusted the position I was laying in.

All of a sudden, my head began to pound and I suddenly remembered that I wasn't home or in my own bed.

My eyes quickly opened and I shot my body up to see that I was still at the party. I was in the same room as before. I looked around and noticed a figure sitting up on the sofa.

It was dark and I couldn't quite make out what or who it was. I grabbed my phone, attempting to turn the flashlight on before a low voice muttered, "Get some rest."

I immediately recognized his voice.

I checked under the blanket to check my clothes and I saw that I was now only wearing a red hoodie that fell to my mid-thigh.

"Did we-?" I paused hoping he'd know what I was referring to.

"No." He said blankly.

"Where are my clothes then?" I questioned.

He got up and turned on the light. He rolled his eyes before responding, "Well, I know I don't know you well, but I thought that maybe you wouldn't want to sleep in your own vomit.."

Fuck him and that sarcastic ass mouth of his.

He walked back to the sofa and sat as he was sitting before.

"What are you still doing here?" I asked him. He chuckled and I wondered if I said something funny.

"I live here." He replied.

Of course, he lives here. "And.. this is your room?" I asked.

He nodded his head nonchalantly, "Yup."

I felt so stupid, "So, when I was in here earlier why didn't you tell me to leave?" He shrugged his shoulders.

"Why would you let me make a fool out of myself?" I snorted. "You can stay in here," I said oddly, mocking myself from earlier. He chuckled and I rolled my eyes.

"You looked like you needed somewhere to just getaway." He said seriously.

Before I had the chance to say anything he stood up and walked towards me with something in his hands.

He handed me my gun with a look of disappointment. I took the gun, quickly placing it to the left of me under the blanket.

"You have no right to judge me," I said seething.

He quickly threw his arms up in surrender, implying that he wasn't judging. But I could tell when someone had an opinion about me. I've been getting the stares since I was a kid. I could tell what people thought about me just by examining them; their faces, body language, eyes, the way they spoke.

"How did you do it?" I asked him, referring to the slaughter that would've taken place if he hadn't stopped me from killing those idiots earlier. 

I could tell he didn't know what I was talking about. So, I made a gun with my hand and placed it to my head.

He understood then because he soon replied, but unsure of himself, "Martial arts." 

"Martial arts taught you how to stop a crazy killer by batting your eyelashes and lowering a gun?" I laughed. "I don't think so."

He rolled his eyes. "I just know how to handle situations like those. I've done a lot of training. Karate, boxing, Kung-Fu, you name it and I've done it."

"Why?"

He looked at me blankly, "It's a crazy world out there." He said before he turned to face the window.

I looked at him until he turned to look back over at me. "What about you?" He asked.

I was confused. I raised an eyebrow asking what he meant.

"Why do you.." he paused. "do what you do?" He asked patiently.

"If 'do what you do' is referring to killing people... Then it's just always been that way," I uttered.

"But why?" He questioned.

When I was seven years old, my dad sold me into a family filled with criminals, The Millers. This is where I was trained and then given weekly missions to put an end to people who threatened the family's business. To prove my loyalty to the Millers, I had to do numerous dangerous things in order to start doing missions and getting paid weekly. The least ruthless thing that I had to do was get the Millers' signature logo tattooed behind my ear. It was a tattoo of a medium sized 'M' with a circle around it.

My father sold me into this lifestyle so he could pay for my mother's medical bills. He never did though, instead, he blew the money on ridiculous things and left us. Although I hated him for it, I didn't blame him. His decision put money in my pockets only for the small price of someone's life.

I've never told anyone this besides Clover and Royal and I planned to keep it that way.

"That's none of your concern," I told Antonio.

He looked even more disappointed in me. I didn't want to stay here anymore. I didn't want to feel his stares of disgust on me any longer.

"Where are my clothes?" I said angrily as I got up from the bed.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

I didn't respond and he stood directly in front of me blocking me from any path that led to his bedroom door. We locked eyes, "Stay." he demanded.

"Why aren't you scared of me? Shouldn't you be scared of me?" I blurted out, surprised by the way he spoke to me.

"Dawn, get back in the bed." He said, not even acknowledging what I said. The way my name sounded coming out of his mouth made my heart flutter. I looked down at his lips and then back up to his eyes before turning to get back in his bed.

"I'll sleep on the couch." He said.

I nodded my head as I adjusted the pillows that laid on the bed. He turned the lights off and said, "I'll drop you off at your house in the morning."

Soon after, I heard a loud thud come from the sofa. I assumed it was him getting ready to go to bed.

I stuffed my head into the pillows that smelt of lavender and began dozing off.

The smell of lavender always calmed me down. I wonder if he knew that.

How would he know that, dumbass?

Just as I was about to fall asleep I heard the ringing of a cell phone. I looked up at the nightstand to find my purse. I was about to grab it and answer my phone before he said, "Mine."

I was confused and I think he sensed it, "It's mine." He said again and I realized that he was referring to his phone.

It was still ringing, "Are you gonna get that?" I asked him.

"Nah," he said. "Go back to sleep."

He didn't have to tell me twice. I was asleep as soon as I laid my head back onto the pillows.