Chapter 34: You Disappeared
Evangeline sat down. She was outside a dodgy club, and had a phone in her hands. It was kinda funny. She didn’t expect to find that becoming a lycanthrope would actually be the best thing that’d ever happen to her. She was away from her controlling parents, but… When she got depressed like she was tonight, Owen always came to mind. And then she stared at her phone wondering if she should call. She wondered what his life was like. If he was aware of everything. Maybe the vampire girl wiped his memory or something like that.
She dialled his number.
Usually just before it started ringing, she’d hang up. But not tonight. She called him. She wanted to hear his voice. She wanted to tell him that she was okay. She wanted to know if he was okay. She’d put Thornville in the rear view mirror. But he was the part of it that always made her want to turn back.
It rang, and she sighed, half ready to hang up. She’d have to change numbers again. And there it was. The familiar click of someone picking up the phone.
“Don’t hang up.” The voice said.
“I need you to come back, Evangeline.”
“It’s not going to happen, Owen. I’m okay, I’m happy.”
“I’m worried sick about you.”
“I’ve even gone clean. You don’t need to worry. I mean it, I’m okay. But I miss you like crazy though.” She said.
“Maybe we can find a cure.” Owen said.
“I don’t want a cure.”
“Maybe I can come find you.”
Evangeline paused for a moment, and bit her lip. “No, you can’t.”
“So why are you even calling?”
“Because I missed you and it’s obviously a mistake.”
“No, please, no… Don’t hang up. I’m sorry. I.. I just had a really bad week. It’s really good to hear your voice. I’ve missed you too. Shit’s just been really crazy here.”
“Tell me about it.”
“I know the feeling. Sometimes life it’s just like that, you know?”
“No, I actually died. I got stabbed.”
“Oh. Are you a zombie now?”
“Close, but no cigar. Think more Bram Stoker and less Shaun of the Dead”
“You’re kidding. You’re not… Owen, what did you do…?”
“I thought I could save someone I cared about.”
“That’s your fucking problem, Owen! Stop trying to save people! You don’t have to exclusively take responsibility for everyone around you! Are you okay now? What happened?”
“My friend was taken hostage by her sociopath of a brother. He drove a sword through my midsection. Daveigh got to me just in time to save me. Sort of. I still died. Now, I’m… You know. One of them.”
“I can’t leave you alone for two minutes without you finding a new way to self-destruct.”
“But you did anyway.”
“That’s not fair.”
“You just disappeared.”
“Why? Why didn’t you come back, or call me back, or just… I didn’t know if you were dead or alive… Evangeline. I’ve been worried sick and I’ve needed you around and you ghosted me.”
“I’m sorry, Owen. I didn’t mean to disappear when you needed me. If I knew what was happening I’d have been there in a heartbeat. But… I was scared, and I ran, and suddenly I was in another zip code where no one knew me and no one could find me and suddenly I wasn’t under so much pressure. I got to start my life again. I met good people. And I’m happy, and okay, and I miss you so much but I’m actually genuinely okay for once in my life.”
“So what now?”
“I don’t know.”
“Can you forgive me?”
“I am going to see you again, right? Evangeline… You can’t forget about me. And you can’t just never speak to me again. You can leave Thornville, that’s okay, as it turns out this isn’t really all that great a place to live. But you can’t just pretend I never existed. We had something. Even if it was just for a short while.”
“I know. I won’t forget about you. I’ll call you whenever I get the chance. Do me a favour though, Owen.”
“Don’t die again. I don’t have enough friends as it is.”