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
I dreamed about my sister last night. The same fifteen-year-old Amelie. I now understand why people would call us identical. We had the same face shape, the same eyes, the same smile. Even though I was younger, I was an identical copy of her.
I guess my parents see her every time they look at me. I can't imagine how hard it may have been for them.
What was weird about my dream was that she talked about Henry. She said, and I clearly remember, "Trust Henry. No matter what you find out about him, trust him." I realised it was all my imagination when she started talking about how good-looking Henry is and how hot he would look dressed in a slutty elf costume.
In my defence, Henry would look good in everything. Put a sack of potatoes on him and watch him be more beautiful than everyone in the room.
"Here's your breakfast." Mom said as she put some scrambled eggs in front of me.
"Thanks, mom. Um, I wanted to ask you something." I specifically waited until my dad was gone to work. I first had to convince my mom. If she lets me spend Christmas at Henry's then she will convince Dad. Dad always has a soft spot for my mom.
"Sure, sweetie, what's up?" She looked at me with curious eyes and I smiled for a second. My ma always was on my side, even though she didn't always show it. But I knew a part of her was understanding me and my anger. So she always tried to talk to my dad about me going out. I heard them arguing about this subject sometimes.
"So, uhmm, I was wondering if I could spend Christmas, which is on a Sunday, at Henry's house. I already talked to him and his friends and they are more than happy to have me. Pretty please." I gave her puppy eyes and she looked straight into them and I don't know if they are working or not.
"Is this Henry the one that almost fought your dad?" Ma said as she took a bite from her eggs. Now that I think about it, he hadn't made a good first impression.
"Y-yes, but he was just trying to protect me. That has to count for something, right?" Henry didn't try to fight Dad just because he felt like it. He was just trying to protect me, even if that meant fighting someone double his age.
"How did you meet this guy?"
My first instinct was to tell her the truth. That we met at a lake when I sneaked out of the house. But I stopped myself when I realised I would get into more problems. "He was waiting for his cousin. I was waiting for Andrew. He asked me if I knew where his cousin could be and I told him I'm new around here and I don't know anyone by that name. Until Andrew and his cousin came out, we started talking. He kept coming to pick up his cousin and I kept talking to him." I was surprised how fast that lie came out of my mouth.
"Hmm," My mom nodded her head but didn't look at me. I was glad. I was sure that if she looked at me, she would have read through my lie. "Do you have any feelings for this young gentleman?"
