Limerance

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January 2, 2012

        "Evie" .... "Evie wake up," ....
The first thing I do when I hear that voice is look around me. I'm in my own room, but who's this? I look up at the arms that hold me.

"Matt..?" I say under my breath. What did I do?

"I don't know what happened, or why you were so upset, but you called me last night. you told me to come, I'm pretty sure you were on something." "Why would you think that?" I ask. "Because of the way you were acting Evie. And how you were talking to me. You don't remember?"

I tell him. No. I don't. "Evie, I told you to stay away from that weird kid. The only thing he was looking for, he got. Now he's just gonna throw you away." He grazes my cheek with the back of his hand. I pull my head away from his touch. I'm not wearing a shirt. I cover my chest with my arms. "I know him longer than you would know." I say back. Why am I not wearing a shirt??

"What happened to my shirt?" I ask him. "You took it off yourself. I told you you were acting weird. And don't worry, nothing happened." "Look. If i was a girl, my first time would be with someone special." He says. What an ass. "He-!" "Shhh. It's none of my business. I'm ju-" the door opens. Oh god.

My mother paused for a moment before saying anything, her mouth wide open. A disgusted look glazed across her face.

"Evangeline! WHAT THE FUCK IS A BOY DOING IN MY HOME, IN MY UNDERAGE DAUGHTER'S BED???!!!" She yells. Then she screams.

"I'm so sorry miss ____." Matt quickly gets up, smiling and chuckling a bit. I mouth 'I told you'. He swiftly opens my window and climbs out, jumping onto my lawn and running for the hills. "Get the fuck away before I call the police!" My mom's still screaming.

I catch a glimpse of the window across mine, Kevin laughing. I look away, waiting for what my mom does next. Fuck, this is my worst nightmare.

I grab the shirt lying on my pillow, quickly slipping it on before she even takes a step towards me.

      "What the fuck is wrong with you? Is this what being crazy has done to you?! How did I raise a child to become this?" She looks me up and down. She comes closer to me as i back up. My back's against the window now. As much as I don't want to care, I can't let Kevin see this happening to me. It's too embarrassing. I shut my new curtains, turning around for just a second.

         "You're fucking sick!" The moment i turn around she takes her chance and grabs me by my hair. I close my eyes, not knowing what to do. My hands cling onto hers, needing them off of me.

          I know I can't hit her. I know I could never. But I know I've already ruined things for myself. "Stop! No!"

"No what?" She says through her teeth, pulling harder. She smacks me with her hands and i slowly fall into the ground, at the end, balled up like a child again. I know my arms can take the hits, it's just my legs that hurt the most, so I'll do whatever to cover them up.
I'm pathetic.

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Wearing long sleeves after fighting with my mom for a couple weeks has always been normal to me. I hated the bruises. I could feel the pain all over again whenever someone even only grazed my arms. It'd be the worst during the summer, but I'd just not go out until they healed enough to be covered by makeup.

Nobody ever noticed, so I must be doing something right. My mom would say things like 'I've been holding this in for weeks' or 'man, I  haven't hit you in a while, and it's about time' when she'd threaten me. She'd always say it when I thought things were getting better between us, which always ruined those moments. I always knew not to expect much from her.