Secrets We Keep (COMPLETED)

Chapter 8

A/N

Bonjour my incroyable lecteurs (amazing readers in French :)) !! Hope you're enjoying the story so far..... and this chapter's gonna make you hate Evena's mum...

~Queen

Her face was covered in thick layers of makeup and perfect black eyeliner and the right shade of red lipstick. Evena found herself jealous of her mums beautiful seaweed green eyes which made her long lush tortilla brown hair with light blonde highlights in it as she started at her mum panicking. Her mum tucked a stray lock of her hair backwards and without a single 'Good Morning'. With her bad eye-sight, Evena could just make out the raging anger and annoyance in her mums eyes. It never lessened, not even on her birthday.

"Where, were, you, last, night?" The words came out as a hiss through gritted teeth. Evena let out a small strangled noise as her mum clutched her wrist painfully and twist it effortlessly. Evena felt tears at the edge of her eyes. "No-no-where mum!" she cried. "I was in bed! Sleeping!" The grasp on her wrist tightened and pain shot down her arm. "Do not lie!!" Her mother screamed and the tears started to fall as Evena started to pity her dreadful life."I am not lying!!" she lied.

After her dad died, Evena's mum started having realistic dreams which scared her. And Evena's mum went from being a nice, happy and calm mother, to an angry, cruel and harsh person. "It must've been a dream!! I was in bed all night! I was too worried about todays Maths exam!" the lies came all too easily for Evena. Eventually with one last chilling glare her mother released her and roughly shoved her aside before going in to the kitchen. Cry later, cry later, Evena said furiously to herself as tears fell and the red marks on her wrist started to brighten.

Evena looked back longingly at her bedroom before walking shakily to the kitchen. All too familiar. Dull, sad and grey. Evena made herself pancakes as her mum finished eating whatever she was eating and stormed to her room to change. Evena quickly finished the pancakes and waited in the car for her mum. It was 7:30am. Time flew. "Keys," her mum demanded as she sat straight in the drivers seat as Evena rode shot gun. Evena gave her the keys and the car took off. She realised she was so tense so Evena rubbed her legs and shoulders, but she got tense every time her mum was near.