Chapter Eleven
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Beckett and I woke up some time later and we were both hungry. It was around 12 in the afternoon.
"Man, I'm hungry," Beckett groaned, yawning in the process. "Let's go out," he suggested.
"f**k no," I said getting up. Beckett gripped the back of my shirt and yanked me back. I squealed and broke into fits of giggles when he tickled me. "Beck- no,"
"Why can't we go? I'll drag your fat ass out of this house-" he stopped when there was a knock on the door.
"Yes?" I rolled my eyes when Beckett was the one who answered. Dominic came in and eyed us briefly.
"Uh, I'm leaving to fetch Inez. You guys were sleeping, so I made lunch. It's in the oven," he let me know.
"Thank you," I said softly. Beckett nudged me and I looked up. He wiggles his brows. "Can you not?" I mumbled, already feeling my face heating up. I eyed Dominic who was watching us.
"Right, there's security patrolling the area, so it's safe. If you guys are leaving, it'd be better if you take at least two of the bodyguards," Dominic went on, looking at me mostly.
"We're not leavin-"
"Thank you Dominic. We'll be definitely going somewhere-"
"No, you're going alone. I don't want to go out," I protested.
"b***h, why you gotta be sour?" Beckett frowned at me.
"I'm not sour. I'm just not in the mood," I mumbled. I heard Dominic chuckle quietly as he turned to leave.
"Is it me or were you blushing?" Beckett nudged me.
"No, you're seeing things. I wasn't," I said and looked away to hide my face. Beckett laughed at me as I put on shoes and walked out.
Beckett was by my side, walking with me to the kitchen. "I mean, he's cute if you ask me," he went on. "Dominic, I mean. Okay, maybe I used the wrong word. He's hot. Your face agrees with me,"
"Oh my God, stop," I said looking around to see if he was close by.
"Okay, I'll let it slide this time," he said.
We ate the food, talking about everything and nothing in particular. His dads called and I spoke with them. Kevin cried, having not seen me in years.
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We hung out more. Beckett didn't force me to go out and instead, we hung out in Dominic's home.
I brought snacks from the kitchen and we watched TV, just like old time. Dominic didn't come back until after 6 and Beckett was gone. He had to go to work tomorrow and so he left early.
He'd insisted I come with him, but I wasn't sure if I was allowed to leave this place. Dominic did just pay R100 million to rescue me. I'm probably stuck with him for the rest of my life.
I yawned and stretched up when I heard noises. More like a little girl giggling. I wanted to see Inez. She sounds nice. I'm just not sure if I was allowed to make myself known. So quietly, I tiptoed back to my room. The less she sees me, the less I'll bring her trouble.
"Hey, Evelyn," I froze midstep. Slowly, I turned around and looked at Dominic holding a blonde haired little girl. She had the most brightest beautiful eyes, I couldn't help but stare in awe.
Oh my God, she looks so beautiful.
Dominic came closer, smiling proudly at his daughter. "Meet my daughter, Inez. Inez, this is-"
"Merida!!" I jumped a little at the high pitched voice. Since Dominic was little an arm's length, she reached out to touch my hair. "Cool. Daddy, she looks like Merida from Brave." She said happily. "You're really pretty," she said with the biggest smile I've ever seen.
"Weird, I was about to say the same thing," I blurted out and we both giggled. "I'm Evelyn Benedict. I've heard so much about you," I've never talked this much around Dominic and it was a surprise to both of us.
"Evelyn lives with us now," Dominic tells Inez.
"Cool, that means we can play together." Inez said.
"Easy there, Princess," Dominic said eyeing me sideways. "Only if she wants to, alright?"
"I'd love to," I blurted out, smiling at the girl. Then I looked at Dominic and backed away immediately. "That's if your dad is okay with that," I cleared my throat.
"Yeah yeah, sure. She gets lonely here, when I'm at work," Dominic said simply. Inez yawned then, laying her head on Dominic's shoulder. "I'm going to put her to bed." He said walking around.
"Goodnight Lyn," she said softly. My heart warmed up at the nickname she gave me.
"Goodnight Inez," I said quietly.
I cleared up everything in the sitting area. Beckett did make a mess. Now I have to clean up after him.
I went to put back everything unused in the cupboards. I washed the plates still on the sink.
"Hey, I brought pizza. I figured since I was out most of the day, I'd bring dinner," Dominic said coming in. "Besides, Inez loves pizza,"
I wiped my hands with the dishcloth and turned to him. "I think I'm going to lie down," I said quietly.
"Evelyn, you've been avoiding food. You need it for your meds," Dominic tells me softly.
I let out a small sigh. "I guess I can have one or two slices," I said and watched him smile. He grabbed the pizza boxes and placed them on the counter and grabbed two plates.
"Inez seems to like you," he said.
"Well, I think she's adorable," I blurted out. "And she gave me a nickname. No one has ever called me Lyn before. And I can't wait to get to know her. I mean, if that's okay with you. I wouldn't want to...impose," I rambled on and then bit my lip, looking down. "Sorry, I'm rambling," I murmured.
There was silence. I peeked at him through my lashes and he was smiling, looking at me. I looked down quickly.
"That's the most you've ever said, since you came here," he said.
"Sorry," I murmured quietly. "I was an ass," he chuckled lowly.
"No, you were hurt," I looked up at him. He pushed the plate to me, having placed two slices on it. "It's understandable, don't worry about it," he dismissed it. "And you should take this," he said placing the cheque on the counter. I frowned.
"Why aren't you taking it?" I asked him.
"It's yours," he shrugged. "I don't really care how you got it."
"But I'm paying you back," I blinked. "For...for helping me at the club,"
"I helped because I wanted to. I'm not expecting you to pay me back. Randall is a dear friend. If he needs my help, I'm there," he said.
"Uh, well, Killian doesn't seem to like me much," I mumbled.
"Killian's an ass," I looked up, surprised. "He's my friend, but he's an ass," I couldn't help laughing at that.
I guess I wasn't the only one who saw what an ass he can be. Dominic most likely tolerated him.
"Don't worry about Killian. He's always hard on trusting people,"
"And...do you trust me?" I asked him quietly.
"It's not about trust," he said with a shrug. "I brought you to my place, didn't I?" I bit my lip, chewing on the pizza.
"I didn't know about...Darnel and Vincent," I murmured quietly. "I swear I didn't. I only saw them at the club and that was it," I swallowed hard, blinking.
"And I'm sorry too," he said lowly. Our eyes met. "For what they did to you," I looked away, my throat tightening up. "For what that Avel guy did to you,"
I hadn't realized I was crying until a tear slid down onto the counter. I moved to wipe my face quickly, letting out a shaky breath. I stood up.
"Uhm, my day has been pretty...active and I'm beat," I said, grabbing the plate. With how much my hands had started shaking, I accidentally pushed my phone off the counter. I bent down to pick it up and frowned at how much I was shaking.
I guess I can't escape this forever.
Clearing my throat, I stood back and grabbed the plate quickly, walking to the sink.
"I think I'm going to sleep now," I said, already on my way out. Not that I didn't sleep early majority of the time. I was constantly tired and I slept more than I can admit.
"Okay. Goodnight, Evelyn," Dominic said.
"Night," I mumbled on my way out.
I hurried to my room and closed the door, leaning against it. I watched my hands shake frantically and hurried to take my medication.
My phone beeped and I got on the bed, reaching for it, since I threw it there.
Randall?: Something I forgot to let you know. SLAP17. Use this code whenever you're in danger. It'll most likely protect you. There's a necklace in your bag. Always keep it with you. No one is to know about this.
What? SLAP17? What even is that?
Me: Randall, what is SLAP17?
Randall?: Sending Love And Peace.
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UNEDITED
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