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...
"The word rapist was written on his forehead. Maybe he did us a favour." I tried to convince my mom that the serial killer everyone talked about wasn't that bad.
"Killing is never a favour, Eva." My mother said while eyeing me.
"I would rather be killed than be raped." I know none of them are good options but when you're dead, it's the end. On the other hand, if the second thing happened to me I would never recover. I would have nightmares about it, I couldn't stop thinking about it. It would be in my bones and feelings. It would have destroyed me in a way not even death could.
"Evangeline! Don't jinx it!" My ma almost raised her voice but managed to control it. "If we hear about one more crime he committed, I am sorry but we can't let you go to school anymore."
My heart dropped. I knew this would happen. "Please don't do it. Please." I couldn't let go of my freedom again. "I promise I'll be safe." I was begging.
"We are sorry, Evangeline but we can't risk it. Not again." My father added and wanted to grab my hand but I dodged it. He narrowed his eyes.
"I won't do the same thing as her. I won't let people own me. I won't let people make decisions for me. I am my own person, not my sister. I am tired of being treated like I am some porcelain doll that's about to break. I need to make mistakes. I need to be hurt. I need to be happy and sad and I need to be free." I almost choked on my tears. "And if you keep taking my freedom away, you'll lose your last daughter."
Their faces were full of shock. "And I ask just for one thing. Just let me go to school. That's all. I never bother you with letting me hang out. And I want to hang out and have fun but I know it pains the both of you so I didn't ask for that. I just want to go to school, where you can easily find me."
They looked at each other and sighed. "Evangeline, please understand—"
"I'm tired of understanding." I cut them off. "I understood and understood again and again and again. Now it's time for both of you to understand me. I want to go to school. And I will. I don't care what kind of serial killer it's on the run, I don't care that it's dangerous. I will go even if you like it or not." I gave both of them a serious look, got up from the table and left for school.
I heard them yell my name but I ignored them. Unless they handcuff me by the bed and throw away the key, I will continue to go to school.
I wanted to wait for Andrew but I remembered he was sick today and I had to go alone. It was a good thing that I memorised the way. Otherwise, my mom would have to drive me to school. And I truly didn't feel like talking to her or my dad at that moment.
The only one I truly wanted to talk to was Henry.
If I talked to Andrew, he would have made excuses for my parents. And I understand he is only trying to help and I'm thankful for it but at this moment I wanted someone to let me talk shit about everything. And Henry seemed like that kind of person.
But until I will see him, my anger will disappear. But I wanted to see him as soon as possible.
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