She held me in place, using her whole body weight to pin me to the ground. I had to admit that she was good. But I was better.
"You know, I like my girls to be very domineering." I whispered, trying to crane my head back slightly.
She hesitated. I could feel her move about a little on top of me, leaning so that her lips were next to my ears. "Wouldn't you like that?"
It was enough; as she shifted her weight, I turned and knocked her off of me, using my shoulders to full effect. She fell onto the floor beside me, giving me chance to roll away from her. "I thought women liked it when guys said they looked younger than they actually are!" I shouted in mock horror. She looked at me with fire in her eyes. "Try that again."
I faced her head on, waiting for her to run up and tackle me but she never did. I grinned, shutting my eyes for a moment but still she didn't move. Instead she grunted.
"Or does it not work like that?" I taunted her. She could only do that to an unsuspecting target; anyone could do that. I doubted she could do anything with me fully aware.
"Get out of my way." she barked, trying to push past me. I grabbed her by the shoulders and held her.
"No." I stood my ground. Evie didn't scare me.
"Well what are you going to do to me?" Her voice stayed strong as she resisted my grip.
"I can do plenty of things." I whispered, loving the evil that was coming out in my voice.
"I bet the worse thing you've ever done is letting someone you know get caught by them so you can get away." she replied. I knew instantly that she was only saying it to get to me but I couldn't help myself.
"You want to know what the worst thing I've ever done is?" I let the darkness flood my words, smiling cruelly. I knew that it was something I shouldn't enjoy but watching her squirm entertained me. She nodded, ready to laugh me off. "I killed a person."
"Haven't we all?" she chuckled.
"Well, technically he was a child." The final word shocked her instantly but she brushed it off. Time to go in for the kill, no pun intended. "My best friend had just given birth when it started. She couldn't cope, not with a newborn child. He screamed so much and we couldn't keep him quiet."
"No." she whispered. My story was working perfectly. I smiled inwardly before carrying on.
"She asked me to do it. She couldn't. So I did. She couldn't take care of him and I'm not Dad material. We just couldn't survive with him. Besides it was hardly any sort of life for him. So I did what had to be done."
"No." she whispered again, watching me as I started to cry.
"Then she told me the rest of the story. He was mine, the result of a drunken mistake." I gulped, releasing my grip. "I killed my own son. That's the worst thing I've ever done. Happy now?"
She shook her head, unsure what to do. At first I thought she was going to hug me but she didn't. She simply left the room, closing the door behind her. I wanted to shout and scream at her, tell her that she didn't understand but I didn't. I had scared her enough.
My words brought the previously buried memories to the fore, reminding me of his little face. I wondered where she was right now, my friend. I shouldn't have told Evie that but she needed to know who she was dealing with.
But it was all a lie. That revelation took everything from me. I wasn't brave anymore. I was just an emotional wreck but I knew that if I was going to get rid of Evie, she needed to believe I could survive on my own. She could never know the truth.
My future hinged on that girl.