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30th of August 1995
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Evan has always loved his mother. They say that a baby gets attached to one parent after you're born. You're either a Mama's boy or a Papa's boy. Evan was a Mama's boy, and for good reason. She was gentle, kind and understanding. Almost the exact opposite from his father who probably wasn't even fit to be a parent. He screamed at them, he threatened his mother multiple times. Well, not anymore at least. He should've killed him.
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Evan was sitting on the green and black bed sheets in barty crouch jr's house. The movie they were watching was sat on pause, and barty was currently taking a piss in his private bathroom just a few meters away.
They had been watching halloween, one of their agreed favorite. They had seen the movie maybe 20 times by now, probably enough for both of them to recite the whole movie. They had stolen it together last summer, he was over the moon once they finally got back to Barty's house and he realized that they had successfully stolen it. They don't really have to steal from there anymore, since after peter started working there and was giving them employee discounts on the condition that they share their weed with him.
He was excited about the rest of the movie, its not like he hadnt seen it over and over before, he knew what was coming. But the murder scenes where some of his favourites, the gore may be inaccurate, but its still pretty satisfying to watch. Halloween isn't his pick if he wants to watch gore at least, that's for sure. He dug his hand in the bowl of popcorn and pulled out a handfull, picking one and one out of his hand and listening to the crunching between his teeth. the toilet flushed, and the sound of the running sink 'fucking finally', he thought, as he heard the sink turn off.
And Barty walked out of the bathroom with a wide grin on his face, "bro, i think I've got the world record for longest held piss. I haven't pissed since like.. Early this morning!", Evan scrunched his nose at that "ugh, gross dude, you dont have to tell me about your piss.", Barty sat down beside him on the bed, making the left side of Evan sink slightly with his weight. "whatever do you mean? Of course i have to tell you about my piss. You're just too pussy to admit you like it.", Evan kept the disgusted expression on his face. "I hope you get kidney stones from holding your piss all day." Evan responded in a harsh but joking way. Barty just laughed lightly.
He never understood how barty got to liking him, how he still seems to not notice how Evan isnt normal. Maybe it's because evan hasn't fully let him in yet, hasn't shared his secrets and fascinations. He doesn't wanna scare Barty away, he wants Barty to stay his friend. Not to sound gay or anything.
"Just turn the movie back on, i wanna see some blood soon. ", Evan said, starting to get sick of his own thoughts. Barty just looked at him weird and put the movie on play.
To this day, he can't understand how it all went downhill, it was all so fast. Like a cliff that just goes further and further down, having whoever falls descend slowly into darkness until their eventual death. Splattered blood and flesh all over the ruin floor, making a nice feast for whatever hellish creatures may live down there.
because one moment he's watching the credits of Halloween slowly crawl up the screen. And the other he's at home and listening to his father's bullshit explanination about how his mother had left them while evan was at school. Hearing this, he got the sudden urge to throw up or cry, maybe both. He stood up calmly and walked out of the living room where his father was sharingthe news and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Apparently she "got sick of them and ran away.", but his father's words were not at all to trust, and he knew that true and well. His mother had probably found out about his fathers disgusting side chicks. About how he has been sleeping around with the entire town since evan was 12. He turned on the tap water and put it on cold so the water that came out was freezing. The cold water running down his hands was ice cold,it stung. He held them there for about a minute before not being able to take the cold anymore and turned off the tap with his elbow. His raw and cold hands feeling numb as he looked at himself in the mirror. She left him because of his father's piggish little dick. She left evan all alone because of a little desperate slut. if only he could've kept it in his pants rather than sleep with other women, everything could've stayed alright.
But he's still stuck in Woodsboro with his father. and his mother is who knows where. And he's upset that she didnt take him with her, He's so upset, more upset than he's been in a while. More upset than he had been ever, probably. Because she left him, hes alone. with an absent father that hasn't even tried to raise him once. Only being around to feed him and shout at him for not getting A+ grades.
He was feeling way too many emotions at once, way more than he was used to. It was way too overwhelming, but he couldn't do much more than to go back to his bedroom and scream and hit his pillows, sobbing into the soft blue pillow case like a toddler. He was gonna take revenge for this, he was gonna avenge his mother. He was gonna bring her back.
He was gonna kill the one responsible. He wanted to go out there to the couch and strangle his dad with a plastic bag right then and there. But it would be obvious that it was evan that did it, he has to be smart about this. if he wanted to make a good story, to make a good movie, he has to create a good plot. And he chose to focus on the one responsible for seducing his father into having sex with him in the first place. he had his suspects, but one stood out more than the rest. she worked at the same place as his father, she has close contact with him. the biggest whore in the whole of Woodsboro, she was almost famous for it. The only one who couldn't see that were her husband and her daughter, Lily evans.
And that was where it gets complicated. Because lily and evan has been dating for around a year at this point, starting off strong with kissing and a little too much PDA for his liking. They didnt really have much in common. he and Barty had a lot more in common than him and Lily. But she was pretty, and nice, and kinda sassy. She was almost the perfect woman, the one you see when you close your eyes and think 'pretty red-head'. Barty kept going on about how lucky he was with "getting her", saying that he would've gone for her if he wasn't already dating someone himself. He gets all of this, he knows that she's pretty, he knows that her personality and looks are about as perfect as you can get. But that didn't really matter to him. At least not anymore, probably due to the fact that her mother's a slut who made his mother leave. He had to get revenge, even if it would break Lily.
If you pluck a flower from the ground, you gotta expect it to wilt.
He sits up from the bed, looking down at the pathetic wet spots he left on the pillow covers. He was angry, furious almost, but also just sad. Really sad. He felt abandoned, and he just found out that he doesn't like the feeling. And like one of those pathetic orphan's praying for their parents to live again, he wishes for his mother. He wishes his mother was there to hug him and hold him tight, to tell him that he was ok. That he was gonna make it without her.
He knew she wasn't dead. But right now he was pretty certain that she wasn't gonna come back while that whore was still prancing around town, ruining other families.
He stood up and walked to the door of his bedroom, Looking at the mirror on the back and checking if there were signs of tears on his face. Nothing, only the face of a sad angsty teenager looking back, Staring harshly at his real self, or was he staring harshly at his mirror self?
He took the door handle and pressed down, swinging the door open and walking out into the hallway. "Dad? " he spoke into the empty halls. They didn't live in a big house like Barty did, they never really got anywhere money wise. And now with his mother gone he knows it'll be harder than ever.
Stepping into the living room he looked around, "dad! " he said a little louder. No response. Of fucking course. He left, again! He cant go one whole day without getting his dick wet by some horny chick thats bored of her husband's plain jerky and wants an STD from a stranger instead. Disgusting, he thought.
Would barty join him if he were to kill that tramp? He wants to so badly. He could almost visualize it, seeing himself standing infront Marigold Evans, killing her with 100 stab wounds. Seeing her become more and more lifeless with every stab until she's fully gone. He doesn't know if he trust's barty yet, he wont outright ask. But next time they watch a movie, hes definitely gonna hint at it. Two killers isnt a horror movie that's been done yet, he can't wait to start it.