Seventeen Secrets about Boys

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

                Not going to lie, I was falling apart on the inside. Today was my third day without my parents; without my mom. The smile I had tried to keep plastered on my face for the past forty eight hours fell apart this morning when Felix had came into my room. Apparently I had been yelling no in my dream repeatedly as Felix was banging on my door. When he came in and saw the tears streaming down my face that were unbeknownst by me that was it. I guess being with someone and sharing the same emotion that they felt three years ago really evoked the sadness that was welling up inside me. The more I tried to suppress it, the more it grew.

                It was an awful ache that sadness was. It started with a bang, then when I had blacked out I went into shock and everything receded. But little by little it had crept up inside of me. It was as if there was an ever growing monster inside my chest that feasted on my sadness. The monster just kept on getting bigger and bigger, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

                I wondered what it was like for Felix or for all the Garner boys really. Jaden was an infant when his parents had died. He would never have someone to call ‘mommy’ or ‘daddy’. No one to call his parents. Sure, the other Garner boys had someone to call their parents, but Jaden didn’t. Jaden had parents, but they didn’t raise him; Darcy is doing that.  And after all, you have to raise the child to be called their parent. But Jaden would never know the aches and the pains accompanied by such a loss. He would just grow up with a slightly empty feeling, something that couldn’t be filled with getting drunk or losing yourself in a book or anything. He was all alone.

                Darcy was twenty two when his parents died, so I guess he was the one who took it the best, but I didn’t dare to ask. Who am I to intrude on his life?

                The next morning after my crying (read: sobbing) session with Felix, I woke up under my pink duvet and silk sheets. Yawning, I took a look over at the clock only to find that it was about six thirty in the morning. My body told me it was later, but I guess not.

                After a while of internally debating whether or not I should get out of bed, there was a knock at my door.

                “Hey, Evelyn!” Landon maybe? “Rose made waffles, everybody loves waffles! Come eat.” I sighed, maybe he didn’t even know I was awake? “Oh, and I know you’re up.” Well there goes that…

                Slipping my feet into some slippers and throwing on a sweatshirt over my shorts and tank top, I placed my key in my pocket and trudged down the stairs. Upon my arrival in the kitchen, all the boys looked at me. Well, except for Darcy anyways. My eyes landed on Felix’s and he gave me a smile.

                “Is she gonna sit down or what?” Walton spat. Not cool.

                “Walton, hush.” Darcy’s voice reprimanded the young boy.

                I heard a chair scrape the floor and noticed Landon sliding one out from beneath the table. He gestured to it and mouthed, “Come sit,”  I walked over felling all the boys’ eyes on me and plopped down in the seat.

                “So Evelyn,” Trent was sitting across from me and placed his elbows on the table, resting his chin on his clasped hands. “Tell us about yourself.” I looked around to see everyone nodding their heads eagerly, all except for Darcy who wouldn’t make eye contact with me.

                I had a brief notion what would happen if I did tell them anything about me.

                Would they joke on me?

                Pity me?

                Laugh?

                Ridicule?

                Maybe this was God’s way of testing my courage of speaking about me and my family openly to other people. Perhaps he was instigating closure. Maybe I needed to do this.

                “Well…” I began.

Guess who's alive? Me! Sorry for not updating in forever, I've gotten wrapped up in my many more trips after I got back from Salt Lake and Cross Country season just started and I am working a babysitting job with four kids under the age of eight from 8-5 everyday so my days are kind of hectic. 

We got a little peak inside Eveylyn's mind at how she was coping with things, and maybe she's found some friends?  Let's get ready to hear about this family of her's though....

Picture of Trent off to the side >>>>

Song for Evelyn off to the side too >>>>

Next chapter? Leggooo!