𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺, they say. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴, they whisper.
These words did not reach Evangeline's ears when she decides to sneak out of the house one night.
Being locked up...
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evangeline cromwell
The class felt like it lasted more than ten years. Every minute felt like an eternity. Maybe the motive was that this was maths class and I always had a problem with numbers or the fact that I was waiting for Henry.
When the bell rang, I was the first one to leave the class.
I told Andrew I would wait for Henry at the gates of the high school so he wouldn't feel surprised when I ran out of the class like that.
I run to the gates where I see Henry getting out of his car. He looks around for me and when he spots me, Henry starts walking towards me.
I want to greet him like every other human being would but he stops me. "Do your little show or I'll go the same way I came." He leans against the gates.
"You're mean, you know that?" I tilt my head. He definitely doesn't have any manners or respect.
"No, mean would be me saying I will come and never show up. You will wait for me, probably calling my phone but I won't answer. You will eventually come home and maybe after a few days, you will come to my house. If I am at that house—"
I interrupted him. "You have another house?" What was he? A millionaire?
"Yes. If I am at that house, I'll put Reed or Matteo to answer and say I had a horrible accident and I died. You'll feel guilty because if you hadn't called me, I would have never had that accident and still be alive. So, that guilt will eat up alive while I'll be safe and sound, making sure our paths never cross."
My mouth remains open. My eyes widened. "Did you think about doing that or did you just make this whole thing up?" Either way, he needs therapy.
"A little both of them. I would have told you after some time I was alive." He shrugs like what he said was normal.
"Thank you, I guess?" Was that even something I should say thank you to? I guess it was nice he wouldn't have left me to live in guilt all of my life.
"Anyway. What I did was disrespectful. Making you say those things. It was wrong of me to project my own feelings on you. You have your life, I have mine. So I, Evangeline Cromwell, sincerely and truly apologise to you. And I made this to show my regret." I take the piece of paper I had in the pocket of my dress.
"Hope you like it!" I say as he unfolds the paper.
He looks at the paper and then at me. And then at the paper. And then at me again. He did that a few times. "Are you serious, Evangeline? A kid could have drawn me better." He shows the picture to me. "And what are those black points?" He almost yelled.
"My pen broke and stained the paper." I shrug innocently.
