Eva wrapped her arms around herself and swung back and forth on the swing set that had been once forgotten with her childhood innocence.
After an hour after she'd deleted her account, she had to take the battery out of her phone to stop its incessant ringing. Micah must have tried to log in after she deleted it. First he texted her...
Micah: Eva, wat did u do?
Micah: EVA YOU DELETED THE BLOG?!?!
Micah: ANSWER ME!!!
Eva closed her eyes tighter, remembering the harsh voicemails he'd left on her phone. It was George's advice to turn the phone off.
"Jessica, I know that doesn't sound like Micah, but I've heard the voicemails!" Eva's mother shouted from the kitchen.
Eva winced. After the tenth hateful message Micah left on her voicemail, her mother was determined to talk to his mother.
"Are you okay?" George sat on the swing beside her.
She shook her head.
"I'm sorry, this is happening."
"You know what sucks the most?" Her voice heavy with unshed tears. "My instinct is to go blog about, but I can't. It's gone. Micah took it from me and now he's blaming me because I can't handle him stealing the only thing that helped me other than him.
"A part of me wants to torch his most prize possession and the other part wants to curl into a ball and cry."
"Don't." He pulled her swing closer to him. His arm kept them close.
She laid her head on his shoulder.
"Don't cry. I know it's hard, but you've come a long way since your first post. Don't let this send you backwards."
"I just can't believe he's done this. He ruined everything. He was my best friend. We've been friends forever."
George doesn't respond with words. He just rubbed his hand up and down her arm.
"Jessica! Your innocent son has been bulling Evangeline, and I'll be damned if I let it continue." Eva's mother growled shouts.
It's quiet before she responds again.
"Yeah? I don't make idle threats, Jess."
"How mad is she?" George whispered.
Eva looked over his shoulder to see her mother passing the kitchen window with her thumb nail in her mouth. Eva remembered where she gained the terrible habit from. She turned back around.
"She's livid. She only chews her nails when she's really upset."
"Do you think she minds I'm here?"
Eva shook her head. "No, you're here to comfort me. I think she's grateful you're here. I'm grateful that you're here."
George kissed her temple. They both sat quietly in the night air.
"Hey!" George let her go.
Eva swung away and swung back with a light chuckle. "Hi?"
"What if you can still blog?" He hopped out of the swing.
Her amusement dwindles like a dying flame. "George, I--"
"No, listen. It's obvious you can't do a written one, but what about a video blog?"
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Yours Truly
ChickLitEvangeline had a secret. She was a nerd by day and a blogger by night. She had been keeping this secret from everyone including her best friend, Micah. Only with her blog, Evangeline was a whole new person with a right to express her opinion. At fir...
