*This book is currently being completely re-written, the plot, characters etc WILL change. When I began this book, I was 16, it is not a true reflection of my writing now and therefore no more chapters will be added until I have edited the current c...
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ESME'S POV
WEDNESDAY 20th SEPTEMBER 2017
Tuesday was uneventful. Kyle left my house before I had even woke up and the rest of the day was running around after Eve, going to school and then doing homework. Wednesday, however, seemed to go a lot differently. My day at school was fine, as boring as it usually was but when I got home with Eve, Spencer was pacing back and forth in the hallway. "Why are you home? Also, if you were then why didn't you pick us up?" I rolled my eyes.
"They're coming home," he said with a stressed voice.
"Evie can you go and get your work done please," I pressed her back lightly and watched as she ran up the stairs to her bedroom. "Why are you freaking out? I thought that you wanted them home so that they could look after Eve and stuff."
"I spoke to dad on the phone and he sounded like he'd been crying Esme. He never cries," he reminded me. My dad was one of those people who never cried, we had seen him in some bad states after some really awful things had happened but never once had he cried. In front of us at least.
"Like actual tears?" I asked.
"I think so," he sighed.
"When did he say that they would be back?"
"Like half an hour."
"Well I'll be doing work until then. Don't fret too much," I rushed upstairs with my bag and into my bedroom. I immediately sat at my desk and opened my laptop to get some work done before my parents got home because I knew that there would be something wrong when they got back, nothing was ever easy with my parents.
I had typed out a lot of my English Literature essay on To Kill A Mockingbird and around forty minutes had passed when I heard the front door slam and the screaming began. I sighed and shut my laptop, standing up. I wandered out into the hallway and saw that Eve was also stood on the landing looking down at our parents arguing.
"Evie go into my room and watch some tele please, Spongebob is on," I smiled kindly.
"But-"
"Go and watch cartoons please Eve," I said with more stress. She didn't fight it that time and instead walked quietly into my bedroom and shut the door behind her.
"I wouldn't have to do that if you paid me any attention now would I?" My mother screamed at my father. I walked down the stairs and saw Spencer watching in shock from the living room door.
