𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥.
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In a world where control is everything, Evelyn is about to lose it all.
Plunged into a downward spiral, she discovers that her carefull...
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It's been two days.
Two days since everything happened, and yet, I haven't left my bed once. I physically can't. I can't find it in me to get out of bed.
My phone vibrates and I sigh, picking it up.
XANDER: Hey, you okay?
ME: Yea why?
XANDER: You haven't had any fights in the past few days and I was concerned
ME: I'm fine
I turn my phone off after. Sighing, I decide it's finally time to get up. I've got some steam to blow off. Maybe I can make it to the gym?
I walk to my dresser and open my drawers. Moving clothes around, I look for my hand wraps — since the gym doesn't provide any. My gaze catches sight of a container and I move clothes over, revealing my herbs.
I pick it up and study it, contemplating whether or not I should use them. I close my drawer, taking the container with me as I turn to go to the bathroom, but Angel stands in the way. I stop, waiting for her to move.
"I may be your 'guardian angel'," She uses air quotes. "But this isn't going to bring them back." She states, taking a step forward and reaching to grab them from my hands.
"I need it. I have to see them. Just once." I say, pulling them away.
"No." She says sternly, snatching them out of my hands. Someone knocks on my door frame and I turn to find my dad in the doorway. I sigh, turning away from him.
"We need to have a talk." He says, inviting himself into my room.
"Said every couple ever." I mumble, walking to my bed and plopping down. I flop back, lying on my back as my father sits beside me. Instead of speaking, he stays silent. "Speak if you're going to." I say, staring up at my ceiling with my arms spread out.
"I need to tell you why I, as you always put it, abandoned you." He says, and I instantly tense, my arms moving to rest on top of my stomach. "You were in trouble," He starts, and I can't help the laugh that slips from my lips.
"When am I not in trouble?" I mutter, turning back to the ceiling.
"We had to keep your birth a secret. Just like your sisters. But somehow, people found out and started tracking you. We had already been running, but when this happened, you were six." He says, and I turn to look at him. His head is tilted to the ground and my brows furrow, my eyes narrowing. "Someone had found out what was created to destroy tri-brids."
"The Red Oak stake." I murmur, and he nods. "But that wasn't made until Hope was around eighteen." I state, growing more and more confused.
"Someone found out way before then. You were six, and someone wanted revenge. They wanted to take away my happiness." He says, and I sit up.
