Endless Love

Chapter Three

Evelyn

I wouldn't say that my mom controlled my life. She did have a big role in it though—that I'ld admit. Most of the times I would agree with her, solely because her way of doing things just made sense.

But even so, it wasn't exactly easy for me to make separate decisions for myself when I've spent so much years agreeing with her.

I love art, have always and will always. From a young age, it was quite clear to me that art was my passion just by the way I could be smiling for hours; making any sort of picture that my mind came up with.

It couldn't even be a literal picture, just sketches, paint or ink and I would instantly fall in love with it.

"There she isss, our future lawyer!" My mom clapped as I made my way up to her, giving a awkward and tight lipped smile.

She spins me around, holding my shoulders as I face out to everyone that was here. My mom continued on with her ramble, but I was completely zoned out of her speech as I my eyes slowly assessed the small crowd in front of me.

Some were nodding with a smile, a lot with a proud expression and one loudly applauding at the wrong times. That would be my brother.

My eyes stop on a specific pair of eyes, the same eyes that have haunted me both in a good and bad way since forever. Adam didn't look pleased, nor proud; but rather a pitiful and disappointed look. He shakes his head at me and I scrunch my eyebrows together, feeling somewhat annoyed about his approach of basically telling me, 'You shouldn't of done that.' As if I don't know that already.

I turn away, choosing to stare at no one but my mom as I nodded along to her words.

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"Girl, where are you?—I thought you were already here!"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, everyone was taking their damn time to go back home. I'll be there soon." I whisper back into my phone while balancing myself on my window, half my body in and half out.

"Okay! Don't be too long—WOOOO!—" I hang up the call, her loud mouth going to be the reason I get caught.

Yes, I'm sneaking out at my given age of nineteen and I'm not proud of it. Usually, I would just be like a normal person and leave through the front door, but I had to lie to my mom saying that I was feeling a little too overwhelmed and wanted to rest just so I could go out clubbing instead of staying home to watch some movies with her.

"Ow, ow, ow." My thighs weren't having it, the bare skin of them taking in all the different surfaces that both my window and outside wall had. "Fuck." Before it even happened, I knew it was coming.
I fell from my window into the not so plush bushes down below. Luckily it wasn't too far of a fall and the help of the bush stopped me from having a hard impact—I still have loads of scratches and cuts though.

I roll out of the bush, wincing in pain as I get up on my two feet. Turning back to the rough bush, I blindly dig around till I spot and yank out my black side purse. "Please be okay, please be okay!" I muttered to myself as I rummaged through my purse, my spirits being instantly lifted when the small glass bottle of vodka remained intact.

I let out a relieved sigh. "Pre-drinks for the road, might as well get a head start." Trying to convince no one but myself,  I try to make an effort to unscrew the cap but it doesn't budge, "What the hell! Is this super glued or somethin—"