I never really was a fan of oatmeal and raspberries. To my mother, this was the breakfast that could cure any communicable disease and lighten the spirits of anyone in an instant- even if you were the Grinch. Essentially, she lived by this breakfast, and unfortunately, I was the one who was stuck with eating it.

To me it always looked like my spoon was coated in muddy brown slop, with a few specks of hidden blood red raspberries disguised by more brown slop. Sometimes it was so lumpy it reminded me of baby poop. How could I try to force baby poop down my esophagus? Even the smell was gross; a grainy smell, similar to oats, mixed with a watery berry smell. I could handle the berry smell, but I couldn't handle the weird oat smell that seemed to permeate off my spoon every time I put it up to my mouth. Long story short, I don't like my mother's weird breakfast concoction of oatmeal and raspberries. Period.

"Honey, aren't you going to eat your food?" My mother asked me. I didn't realize that I had been looking at my heaping spoonful of brown slop in a disgusting manner. I guess I was just absent mindedly staring at it, hoping that the food would just pop into limbo land and be replaced by delicious pancakes, or even better Nutella toast. Now that sounded like a good breakfast.

"Uh, no Mom. I think I'm just going to skip breakfast today. I'm really not that hungry," I replied.

"Oh nu-uh. No way Evelyn. You're going to eat. You have to stay strong honey," She said.

"But mom I don't like this oatmeal stuff," I wanted so badly to say something more than oatmeal stuff but I knew she would be offended immediately. And I was trying to stay on good terms with my mother for the time being.

"What? Are you feeling okay Evelyn? You've always liked oatmeal and raspberries!" She exclaimed.

"I...uh...I don't like it today?"

She gave me a disapproving look but didn't argue the subject anymore. "Alright, but you have to eat some toast before you do anything for the day. The doctors said to make sure you eat enough because if you decide to take the medicine-" I had stopped listening after I heard the word medicine. My parents were still hopeful, even after last night, that I would decide to take the medication that the doctors wanted me to take. I thought that I had clearly expressed my dislike towards the medication last night and how I was definitely not going to take it, but I assumed wrong. My parents were oblivious to the fact that last night even happened. I wish that I could say the same.

It's not that I wasn't still upset about the dreams that I've been having, because I definitley still am, but I was more than 45 percent better than I was last night. I had time to cool down, but I haven't really gotten to the point where I could forget about it and move on. I don't know if I would ever get to that point. That's just the cold hard facts that I'm going to have to live with, and I now realize that.

"Okay but I have a question," I said.

"And what's that?" My mother asked. At the same time she said that the doorbell rang, instantly stealing her attention from me.

"Do we have any Nutella?"

"I don't know Sweetie. I'll be right back," she mumbled, striding towards the door.

"Jee thanks Mom," I mumbled. I scraped my brown poopy mush down the garbage disposal, relieved that I was spared from another morning of brown slop and stomach aches.

I put the dirty bowl in the sink, where it will rest in sad brown mush encrusted depression until mom decides to do the dishes. I grabbed two slices of wheat bread, popping them into the toaster. Soon I was searching through the cupboards, determined to find the Nutella, wherever it was hiding.

I could only hear the slight mumbles of my mother talking to whoever was at the door, so it was understandable when I nearly peed my pants when a body appeared next to the counter.

"Having fun?" Roan asked.

"Not really," I replied. I purposefully tried to keep the conversation short and simple. It's not like I actually knew Roan, let alone was his friend. I thought that keeping the conversation short and simple was the best way to do this whole conversation thing.

"What exactly are you trying to look for?" I couldn't tell if he was creeped out by how frantically I was searching through the cabinets, or whether he was slightly amused. Both bothered me slightly.

"I'm searching for Nutella," I sighed. "But I can't find it."

"You're searching that hard for Nutella?" He asked puzzled. "Why is that?"

"There's no easy way to put this so I'm just gunna say it. A sad girl just needs a little- or a lot- of Nutella in her life. It cures everything from PMS to depression," I said.

"So you're telling me that you're sad and you want some Nutella?" He asked. Is this guy slow or something? Yes, duh that's what I just told you buddy!

"....Yes....." I drawled.

"You realize that I can see the bottle of Nutella from here, right?" He asked.

"What?!" I asked, dumbfounded. "Where is it at?" I can't seem to find this stupidly annoying container of brown gold!

"Top shelf next to the peanut butter of course." He said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He didn't need to say it like he knew everything either; those kind of people just make me pissed off. I spotted the dark, glossy paper of the Nutella jar almost immediately after he pointed it out. How had I not noticed that before? How has this guy managed to piss me off literally five minutes into the conversation?

"Thanks, I guess," I muttered in response.

"No problem. I'll do anything to help out a short friend. Even if they are a little sassy towards me," he said. What. The. Fucking. Hell. What the hell is wrong with him? I mean, yes I'm a little on the short side with being 5'5" and all, but like that doesn't mean I need help finding my damn Nutella. I'm an independent girl who doesn't need a man to help me in any way. Maybe I was over reacting to this whole situation, but like you don't just point out someone's lack of height.

I grabbed the jar and gently set it down on the counter. Once I knew that my beloved jar of Nutella was safe and sound on the counter top, I turned towards Roan, setting my hands down on the counter. I leaned towards him, trying my hardest to look threatening. He just grinned back in response. I knew he was here because the station made him come here, I just didn't know the exact reason. He wouldn't be this much of a dick to me randomly. At least I hope he wouldn't be.

"What do you want?" I demanded. He gave me a false innocent look.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Don't play dumb with me. I know that you're here because the station told you to come here, I just don't know the reason. So tell me, what's the reason?"

"Fine. You want the truth so I won't lie to you." He said. "But don't get upset about it and go crying to mommy."

"Oh trust me buddy, I won't," I sneered at him.

"I'm here to check up on you. To see if anything has happened and to se if you can remember anything at all from the night you were taken," he said. I knew it, I knew it! This is exactly what I expected him to be here for! It's such a shame I'm not going to tell him a damn thing.

"Nope," I lied. "Everything has been fine."

"Have you remembered anything lately?" He asked.

"Nope," I replied, popping the 'p'.

"Evelyn, don't lie to me," Roan warned.

"I'm not lying to you Roan," I shot back.

"I think you're lying through your teeth right now," he accused. He had no idea how right he was. The fact that he was right infuriated me even more. Who was he to think that I am lying? Even if I am, that doesn't give him the right to say that I am, if that statement makes any sense. He had no idea what I was thinking, and he had no idea what went on last night thank the heavens. He would shove me into his cop car and take me to the station to document everything from last night, I am sure of it. I refuse to go anywhere with this dick. Even if he owned all the Nutella in the world I wouldn't go anywhere with him.

"No I'm not! You can't just accuse me of something when you have no idea what's been going on in my head! It's my head for a reason buddy!"

"You're absolutely right. However, your mother told me about last night. She told me everything. So you might as well just spill the beans now Evelyn," he warned.

"My mother told you about last night?" I asked, shocked and hurt. How could she do this to me? I didn't want him to know!

"Of course she did. It was nearly the first thing that came out of her mouth when she answered the door. She told me that you haven't been taking your medicine, and now you're acting all crazy-"

"I am not acting crazy," I interrupted.

"Evelyn, face it. You've gone crazy because you won't take the drugs that the doctors gave you," he said.

"Roan, I am not fucking crazy! How could you say that to me after everything that I've gone through?! You're such a heartless bastard!"

"Evelyn just take a look at yourself! You're a hot mess!" He yelled.

"Shut the fucking hell up Roan!" I yelled back. I didn't want to tell him that he was right, but in all honesty he was. I was a mess, I just didn't want to admit it. But I know that I'm not crazy.

"What the hell ever Evelyn!" Roan sneered. He took a few deep breaths trying to compose himself. He walked over to the kitchen door, making an almost graceful exit. Before he completely left me in my infuriated state, he stopped. "Just stop by the station later. I'll need all the information from last night."

"Fine," I snapped. "Don't you have a lead on this person yet anyways?"

"No," he replied. "Oh and by the way, you aren't helping with the search for this kidnaper."

"What?! You said I could though!" I yelled at him.

"I lied," and with that he walked out of the door. I heard him and my mother exchange goodbyes, and then shortly after I heard the front door click closed. I couldn't describe how much I hated him right at this moment. I wanted every bad thing to happen to him, because he had flat out lied to me. What kind of douche bag does that?

I looked at the forgotten toast that was still in the toaster and then I looked back at the jar of Nutella. Even Nutella couldn't help me now.

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Posted on August 1, 2015

Not edited Sorry! This chapter is in between four and five, sorry if it's not.

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