My Life's Already Hell, What's One More Bad Thing? (On Hold)

Chapter 1

"Evalyn" I heard my mother whispered. "Evalyn run!"

I jump out of bed and looked at the clock; 4:33 am. That's the fourth time this month -and it's only the second week- I've woken up from that nightmare. I miss her so much. It hurts just to think about her, but I know I have to, for if I don't, then no one will.

I'm Evalyn Ashley McAdams, but no one calls me that anymore. I'm in high school, a senior actually. A month ago I saw my mother killed right before my eyes.

***Start memory***

One night I came home late from studying with a few friends, if you could call them that, to see the lights on inside. Thinking it was my mother, I walked in ready for my punishment, but nothing could prepare me for what I saw. My mother tied in a chair, beaten and bloodied. I ran over to her trying to hold back my tears. My mother was always the strong one, my anchor, my rock. I can't lose her.

"Mommy!?" I cried "Please don't leave I need you."

She looked up surprised and scared. I removed the cloth from her mouth.

"Evalyn" she whispered " Evalyn run!" as she spoke, I heard a noise in the kitchen coming our way, footsteps.

"Not without you, please, not without you." I sobbed

"Look at me," she scolded; I did as I was told. "I love you, but you have to go, without me," the footsteps grew louder, they were going to be here any second.

"You have to go now baby, I love you." A single tear ran down her face as she kissed my head. "Now go." I grabbed my bag and ran out the house.

I heard my mother whimper and I stopped, I've never seen her so weak. I grabbed my phone and quickly called and reported this to the police. I went to the window to see what was happening. There was a large man standing. My mother spotted me, and quickly shook her head as to tell me to leave, but I stayed. My mother cried harder.

"Tell me where she is and you can leave" the man said calmly. My mother spit at him. "Tell me where Raelyn is and we will be on our way."

"Her name is Evalyn, and I'd die first"

"That can be arranged" the man smirked as he stabbed my mother over and over again.

***End memory***

I was crying so hard I had to wipe my eyes to see the clock. It read 7:13 am. Great, just what I needed. I got up and got dressed. I decided I was going to go pack some more. You see, once the accident with my mother occurred, my best friend said I could stay at her house while I packed and got my stuff ready to move to my dads. The father I've only met a handful of times. Frank Michael McAdams.

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