Evil had always been the shadow, the afterthought, the smudge on the family portrait. Her sister Neuro was the golden child—sharp-tongued, quick-witted, and effortlessly magnetic. Teachers loved her. Friends flocked to her. Even their parents, with their tired sighs and half-hearted glances, seemed to save what little warmth they had for Neuro. Evil, though—she was the quiet one, the weird one, the one who lingered too long in corners, her dark eyes watching the world like it owed her something. At sixteen, she was all jagged edges and unspoken resentment, her lank black hair falling over her face like a curtain she could hide behind.

She didn’t have friends. Not really. The kids at school whispered about her—called her “creepy,” “freak,” said she probably fucked around with black magic or some shit. Evil didn’t bother correcting them. What was the point? They’d never get it. Never get her. So she drifted through the days, her sister’s laughter echoing in her ears like a taunt, a constant reminder of everything she wasn’t.

Then came Anon.

He showed up one humid afternoon at the park where Evil went to escape. She’d been sitting on a rusted swing, dragging her sneakers through the dirt, when he walked over—tall, maybe late twenties, with a lazy smile and a mop of sandy hair. He wasn’t like the others. Didn’t look at her like she was a fucking disease. “Hey,” he’d said, plopping onto the swing next to her. “You look like you’ve got a story. What’s your name?”

“Evil,” she muttered, waiting for the inevitable laugh or sneer. But it didn’t come. Anon just nodded, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Cool name. I’m Anon.” He pulled out a pack of smokes, lit one, and offered her the pack. She hesitated, then took one, her fingers brushing his. They talked for hours that day—about music, about the shithole town they were stuck in, about how people could be such assholes. He listened. Really listened. Didn’t interrupt, didn’t judge. By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, Evil felt something unfamiliar blooming in her chest. Hope, maybe. Or something close to it.

They started meeting up more after that. Always at the park, always away from Neuro’s prying eyes and smug fucking grin. Anon was easy to talk to, always had a joke or a story to pull her out of her head. He’d bring her little things—stolen candy bars, a cheap bracelet he said reminded him of her “vibe.” She started to smile more, even if it was just a twitch at the corner of her mouth. For the first time, she felt seen. Like she fucking mattered.

It was a Friday when it happened. Anon suggested they go somewhere quieter—said the park was getting too crowded with nosy pricks. Evil didn’t think twice. She followed him to an abandoned lot a few blocks away, all overgrown weeds and crumbling concrete. The air smelled like piss and decay, but she didn’t care. She was with Anon. Her friend. Her only fucking friend.

They sat on a cracked slab of pavement, passing a warm beer back and forth. Anon was quieter than usual, his eyes lingering on her longer than they should’ve. She didn’t notice at first—too caught up in the fact that someone actually gave a shit about her. But then he moved closer, his thigh pressing against hers. “You’re real pretty, you know that?” he said, his voice low, different. Her stomach twisted, but she shoved it down. He was just being nice. Right?

Before she could answer, his hand was on her neck, yanking her toward him. His mouth crashed into hers, hard and sloppy, tasting of stale beer and cigarettes. Evil froze, her brain screaming to pull away, but her body wouldn’t fucking move. “Anon, stop—” she started, but his other hand was already under her shirt, clawing at her skin, nails digging in deep enough to make her hiss.

“Shut the fuck up,” he growled, his nice-guy mask gone, replaced by something raw and ugly. He shoved her down onto the pavement, the rough surface scraping her back raw as he pinned her with his weight. She tried to push him off, her small hands smacking uselessly against his chest, but he was too heavy, too fucking strong. “You wanted this, didn’t you? Always coming back, teasing me with that sad little act.”

“No, I—I didn’t—” Her words choked off into a sob as he tore at her jeans, ripping the button clean off. The sound of his zipper was loud, obscene, cutting through the haze in her head. She squirmed, kicking out, but he grabbed her wrists, slamming them above her head so hard her bones screamed. “Don’t fucking fight me, you little slut,” he spat, his free hand yanking her underwear down to her knees.

It hurt. Goddamn, it hurt. He didn’t bother with gentleness—just forced himself inside her, tearing through her like she was nothing. Evil screamed, her voice raw and broken, but there was nobody to hear her. Nobody to care. Her tears mixed with the dirt on her face as he kept going, grunting like a fucking animal, his hands bruising her hips, her thighs, anywhere he could grip. She stopped fighting after a while. Just lay there, staring at the gray sky through the weeds, her body shaking with every thrust.

When he finally finished, he rolled off her, panting, a sick grin on his face. “Not bad,” he muttered, zipping up his pants like it was nothing. Like he hadn’t just ripped her apart. Evil curled into herself, her jeans still around her ankles, blood and cum staining her thighs. She was crying, quiet little sobs that burned her throat, but through the pain, there was something else. Something fucked up and twisted.

She was glad he stayed.

Anon lit another cigarette, blowing the smoke into the air without looking at her. “You’re alright, Evil,” he said, like he hadn’t just shattered her. “See you around.” He got up and walked off, leaving her there in the dirt, her body trembling, her mind a fucking mess. She didn’t move for a long time. Just lay there, clutching the cheap bracelet he’d given her weeks ago, the one she’d kept on her wrist like a lifeline.

Because even after all that, he was still her friend. Her only fucking friend. And that meant something, didn’t it?

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Pub: 08 Mar 2025 06:56 UTC

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