Eva Lee is a 17 year-old girl who just escaped her abusive mother. However, her life still doesn't get any better since going to live with her father, who resents her. As she tries to heal from trauma and navigates her place in the world, she meets...
[WARNING]: Abuse, assault, addiction, and explicit language. If you do not feel comfortable with any of these themes, please feel free to exit out of this chapter. Viewer's discretion is advised.
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"Eva, get your ass back here!" My mom's venomous voice screams throughout the house. Although, my vision is starting to blur; I can hear what ever weapon she has in her hands, ready to use on me again. My tears don't come anymore but I can still taste the salt of them.
As I rush to stand up and ascend to the stairs to hide in my closet- I start to feel and smell my thick, metallic blood from my head gushing down to my lips.
I lift my hand to touch my blood and steady the pain I feel but it's too much.
I'm afraid of my own mother and my head is thumping with pain.
She caused this.
No, you caused this.
I ignore my mind and I fling open my white closet door. As I crawled down onto my hands and knees, I try to slow my breathing.
I pray that she doesn't find me but I know she will.
There's only so many places I can hide from her.
I feel the panic in my mind, I can't take it anymore.
Please, just kill me already.
The tears get ready to come out some more but before they do, my closet door whips open.
My mouth makes a gasp and my head snaps up at my rabid mother. She looks like a solider, ready for battle to claim lives, but the only life she wants to claim is mine.
She grabs me by the collar of my shirt and drags me out. I start to grasp for air by the pressure she's putting on my throat.
"Eva, you stupid girl! You'll never get away from me." She laughs sadistically.
As my throat wheezes for air, I start to blink slowly and the last thing I see before I pass out is my mother's fist.
- - - - -
"Eva, honey! Wake up!" My step mother shakes me gently as my eyes fling open quickly.
I feel my back soaked and beads of sweat down my face. I whip myself up and look over at Heather.
"You were screaming, dear. Are you okay?" Heather asks.
I swallow my saliva and look at her blankly. I nod in silent but look away from her worried eyes.
She goes to rub my head and I want to cry because she's the mother I should have had.
