Imperfections (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 2: Family Issues

Hey friends!
I say that, but we barely make verbal contact; or physical for that matter.

Okay, I'm wasting precious (or not so precious) time right now.

LET'S MOVE ON AND GET INTO THE CHAPTER!!

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Evelyn's POV

I walked down the sidewalk quietly, my eyes focused on my shoes as I tried not to make eye contact with anyone. I glanced up, noticing my house was a couple feet ahead. I sped up, lifting my gaze from the ground. I turned into my driveway and began to run up the driveway, eager to change and go back to sleep. My back was killing me.

I need a smoke, I thought to myself. The pain in my spine ran throughout my body. I ran up my porch's stairs and opened the door, walking into the house and locking the door behind me.

Heaving a sigh, I kicked off my shoes.

I could hear my mother and father screaming at each other from upstairs and I tried to ignore it. "Why the hell would you even let that lady do that to you?" My mother shouted, venom in her voice as she said 'lady'.

Slowly, I walked towards the back of the house and opened the back door, walking out onto the back porch. I shut the door quietly and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. I sighed softly, sitting down on the wooden swing that I had built for my parents when I turned thirteen.

I pulled out one of the cigarettes and lit it with my lighter. I held the cigarette between my index finger and middle finger as I inhaled. I pulled the cigarette away from my lips and exhaled, blowing out clouds of smoke. My fingers fiddled with the cigarette slowly, turning it like it was on a hot-dog roller.

Sighing, I put the cigarette back in between my lips, inhaling more of the chemicals. I pulled it out of my mouth and blew out rings of smoke, something that I had learned to do using YouTube tutorials.

Suddenly, the back door opened and my mother walked out, her eyes landing on me. Fury appeared in her eyes and quickly, I put out the cigarette, throwing it over the porch's railing.

My mother approached me at a dangerous speed, her hands on her hips. "What the fuck were you just doing?" She asked, anger evident in her voice. I frowned, knowing I had fucked up. "I- I was smoking. It's for my pain though, I'm not addicted," I quickly covered up my actions. Or attempted to.

"But you will be addicted! Hand me your pack and your lighter," She ordered.

I stayed frozen in spot.

She was trying to take away my only relief. My only painkiller. My only escape. However, she wouldn't succeed. I had paid with my own hard-earned money for these cigarettes and a lighter.

"Now," She hissed angrily.

I shook my head.

"No."

My mother's eyes widened with anger and suddenly, she lurched forward, yanking me up by my wrist and dragging me into the house. "You're gonna pay for saying no to me," I heard her snarl angrily.

I whined with fear, "Mom! I'm sorry, I'll give them to you."

She turned around, slamming the door shut.

"No, you already fucked yourself," She said, turning around and kicking me in my knee. I stumbled, but caught myself on a table. I gasped in pain, knowing she had broke something. "M- Mom," I whispered. Pain was evident in my voice, which was scratchy and rough.

My mother grabbed my arm, twisting the skin as hard as she could; something the kids at my school called an 'Indian Burn'.

I screamed out, feeling like I had just put my arm on a hot stove.

Tears began to form in my eyes. "Shut the hell up, you worthless piece of shit," My mother yelled. I choked on a sob, straining to keep it in. Why was I so eager to come home again?

My mother slapped me as hard as she could, wanting to make me bleed. I yelped and quickly bit my lip, trying to restrain myself from making any noise. She began to kick me repeatedly in my throbbing knee, making the pain worse.

She kicked me in my ribs, knocking the air out of me. I gasped in pain, my body lurching back. My mother kicked me once again, this time her target being my stomach. I let out a small whimper, struggling and forcing myself to stand up.

My mother balled her hand into a fist and pulled her arm back with great force, hesitating before she launched it directly into my eye. I screamed in pain, squeezing my eye shut. I brought a hand up to my face, a great pain throbbing harshly in my eye. I fell to the floor, unable to stand any longer.

I heard my mother chuckle in amusement as she crouched, reaching into my hoodie pocket and pulling out my treasures.

I ignored her actions, however, focused on whether or not she had blinded me in my left eye.

I whimpered in pain as she left me there, a bleeding mess.

End.

WOOAAHHH. Family drama much?
Okkkaayy. So I feel so much sympathy for Evelyn right now.. CAN'T HER MOTHER UNDERSTAND THAT SHE IS IN PAIN AND SHE NEEDS RELIEF?

Likee... bihh? You f'real? >:o