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, sweetie, you need to eat." The soft voice of my mother rang through my ears as I was blankly staring at something in my room. "It's already lunch time and you haven't even got out of bed."
I didn't want to do anything. All I wanted was to sit in my bed and cry and think about how stupid I was for not seeing the signs. For how stupid I was believing his lies. Does he really blame Matteo for saying his real name? Blaming his addiction?
I was so stupid. It was obvious that he was doing something shady. But I was too blind by this image of him to admit it to myself.
I even know I'm scared to admit it. Every time I go to sleep, I pray that all of this is a nightmare and the next morning I would wake up in his arms. And it hurts so much when I wake up and he isn't there. He's somewhere far away, probably killing someone now.
"I'm not hungry." I managed to get the words out as I hid my face even deeper in his shirt. I couldn't bring myself to take it off. It takes me minutes to take it off before school, knowing that this is one of the few things I have from him.
He sent me the chair. It was Wednesday when I came home from school and the chair was in the living room. Ma said a courier delivered it to her. She said it was a mistake but the delivery man told her someone by the name Henry did the delivery. She knew it must belong to me.
I wanted to burn that stupid chair. I wanted to break it piece by piece and use it to break Henry's car.
But now it was in my room, next to my bed. I would usually sit on it and try to ignore everything by reading a book but after a few words, my mind circles back to Henry and I end up crying.
It wasn't just Henry that made me suffer. It's also Matteo and Reed. They are my friends, they were my friends but they couldn't tell me the truth. They watched me as I grew attached to them and none of them said anything. I wanted to hate them as much.
"Look Eva, how about you come to eat and after that, I and you will go shopping. Having a spa day. What do you think?"
The funny thing is that now I can go out as many times as I want. They decided I was a big girl and I deserved to live my life. But ironically, I don't want to go out anymore. I want to rot in bed until I can't move anymore.
How cruel life can be for me.
"I'm good." I try not to sound like I'm crying but my voice doesn't seem to agree with me. My voice was tired. My body was tired. I was tired.
"Evangeline, you need to eat." My ma comes closer to me until I can feel her sit at the end of the bed. "I know it's hard. I've been through breakups before and one thing I learned is not to let your life be destroyed because of a stupid guy."
"But that's the thing, ma. We weren't even together but I—I felt with him what I can't feel with anyone." I know I'm young and I have a lot of love coming my way but I know for a fact that what I feel for him is a once-in-a-lifetime kind of thing. "He made me care about him and he knew it from the start. He is selfish."
