"Love can be a cure, but also a curse.
I know it too well, trust me."
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Evangeline was trying to have a calm life with her best friend. She simply wanted to graduate from college, find a decent...
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Our hometown consisted of a small community of Christians, who built the first church of the state years ago. Well, their ancestors did. We all are proud of the history of our town, but I'm sure there's something we don't know, something people don't talk about.
Like my father's garage. Before Papa and Grandma moved to London, Papa built this house when he was in his 20s. It was proof to Grandma's parents that he could build and take care of his family. He was a mechanic, always worked in his garage. He opened a small business, which survived until the day when he got sick and was forced to move to England to see a specialist.
It was weird to be back home after a year and a half. Of course, I could come home during any break, especially during Christmas, but that was the only season I hated being in this town.
I hate Christmas.
No one cares about the real meaning of Holidays anymore. You would think Christians would remember and take care of traditions, but all of them are suckers for expensive presents and competitions on who is a better Christian.
Like God really cares about that.
"Here we are"
I stared at my house. My parents' house. Grandpa's house. Nothing changed since the last time I was there. There were still no flowers in the front yard, like Mom always wished for. The white fence was still not fixed. And there was still that blue pain on white walls from Quinn's "Graduation Prank".
On the day of our high school graduation, Quinn decided to celebrate it, by changing out community a little bit. He picked colors from LGBT flag and painted everything he could with them. It was a kinder version of a middle finger to out "more Christian" neighbors.
"I'm sure they missed me" Quinn got out from Zebra Boy's car, probably proud his work was still there, laughing at everyone.
I wonder if they missed me?
I e-mail Mom once in a week, but since the whole thing with Quinn, Tigers and Phoenix I couldn't find time to tell my parents about me joining a street racing gang. Besides, why would they believe me? They would assume I was a) drunk, b) high or c) simply insane.
"I don't think anyone's home" Kile walked closer to the building, looking through the window, checking if anyone was inside. "The furniture is there, TV is playing, but I can't see anyone."
"Great. This makes it easier."
Jerome walked, slowly but he did, toward the garage door. He hold the key I gave him earlier and opened the door. As I walked closer, I noticed his hand was shaking. Was he scared or excited? From his face I could say it the second.
When with Mike's help Jerome opened the door, I caught myself holding my breath.
