• DIVORCÈE •

Part 6

* massive trigger warning *

A year later...

I can hear her running down the hallway as I prepare for bed. Her footsteps lightly padding against the floor, making me turn my head and run towards my door.

Thunder claps, and I know Eva would break into a sob if she were really here. But alas, my baby girl is gone, and she's been gone for a very long time now. Regardless, I yank open the door and see her, my Eva looking at me with those big blue eyes and pretty angelic face. My Eva.

"Eva," I say her name, feeling my heart wince, and my conscious hiss in dismay.

I move my hand to my lips, getting on my knees slowly, sometimes she's like a stray cat. She'll leave if I'm not quiet and slow with my movements. My arms expand and she runs up to me, that innocent smile on her face.

She's not bigger, although she should be. She's still her regular self, small as a hare, cute and walking like a penguin. She embraces me, making me squeeze my eyes shut as I run my hands over her hair. "You alright?" I ask her. "God - mama misses you so much, Evangeline."

As she squeezes me I let out a cry and tell her I love her. But she grabs my face and presses her palms against my cheeks.

She tells me in a light voice, one that I've never heard before, that it's time for me to let go, but how can I? This is all too much for me. She presses her palm against my cheek before stepping back.

I grip onto her shoulders, letting out a whimper as she pulls away. "Eva, please." I whisper, my lips trembling. "Please. Don't go, baby," A smile forms around my mouth as I try to convince her. "Don't go." I plead, "I'll do anything,"

But the drugs take over, and I feel her slip away from her, before slipping away myself. I dream of my little girl, the way I always do, but its the last memory I have of her. Holding her cold hand as I cry endlessly against her arm in the mortuary and Thomas crying in the corner in silence.

I awake in my bed, beside a man I do not recognize. He smells of strong alcohol mixed with vomit, and as I lay on his chest, I can't help but pull away repulsed. The sound of my curtains screeching against the pole make my eyes snap towards my window before I see a tall man stand by my window.

I squint my eyes, feeling a headache come along as the sun fans over my naked chest. I put my hand up, blocking the sun out as he walks towards me, a cigarette in his mouth floats into the hair.

"Your front door was wide open," That voice. Thomas walks towards me and blocks the sun with his body before looking at me with his lips pressed together. I am dreaming? He stares at me with a raised eyebrow as if to say, what the fuck is going on? He looks disgusted in me. You and I both matey.

I lay back down and let out a sigh before running my hands over my face, so dry, and so rough. "What time is it?"

He makes his way around my bed before picking up the clothes on the floor. All of which are mine. My bedroom is a complete mess, much like most of the house, which makes complete sense considering all I do is stay in bed, drink morphine, wine, whiskey, vodka, whatever the fuck else I can get my hands on. I don't recognize this man, however, one of the cute boys who come by my house brings me cocaine. But the tablets I take every evening to sleep make me see her, and that's what really getting me going. Those tablets. God bless the creator of those.

He pulls out his fancy pocket watch and tells me the time, but I can only hear the o'clock part. I roll onto my back in a groan and reach for my pack of smokes and match. The man beside me gets a kick to the legs by Tommy, making him kiss his teeth.