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Chapter 9

Evangeline’s POV

When the guys were away Deamon rubbed his head and started talking,

“Okay, you know this is an all boy’s boarding school” we nodded

“but I accepted Evangeline into this school” we nodded again

“well, I did that for a reason. When you all weren’t born I was kind of a player, I did it with every girl that was pretty” he was interrupted by the guys.

 “Eww!”

 “Dad we don’t need to hear that!”

 “Gross!”

 “YES YOU DO!” he shouted and started where he was interrupted.

 “One day I got your mother pregnant, but we didn’t know she was pregnant, she was really special for me but I still wasn’t a one girl man. I was sleeping with every other women that were pretty. Eight and a half months later I saw your mother again, she looked even more beautiful than the first time we met, and that was because I saw her swollen belly. I stopped sleeping with random women and settled down with your mother; 15 days later she gave birth to a wonderful son. We raised him, but I wanted another child, six months after Jacob was born we decided it was time to make another baby; we did it a few times. nine months later your mother gave birth to three beautiful boys, it was wonderful.

But what I didn’t tell you is that a month after Jacob was born a woman came with a one month old beautiful daughter, Evangeline was her name. The woman said that she was dying but that I had to take care of our daughter when she was gone. I couldn’t let Theresa find out so I gave the child to someone else; no one had contact with them. They had the baby and raised her as their own child.

 The woman that came to my door was lying on her death bed ‘raise her and love her like you love your wife, son and soon other sons’ she said.

 But I couldn’t, no one heard what was being said because the room was sound proof, I told her I will, she looked me dead in the eye

 ‘if you don’t I will come and haunt you, I will not rest till you make her part of the family’ she died after she said that. I couldn’t just take Evangeline away from her new parents and I couldn’t let Theresa know that I had another child.”

 “Evangeline’s mother did just what she said she would do till I found a solution. I founded an all boy’s boarding school and when she’d be old enough I would let her join the school so she could meet her half brothers and me, and we could be a family. I know that it won’t just go like that but… I’m so sorry Evangeline.”

  He cried, I silently cried and the other boys were silent looking pale, looking to their dad. I ran from the room as hard as I could, thank god there wasn’t anybody in the halls; they were all asleep of course. I ran to the staircase and ran all the way to the fifth floor, when I came there I just ran to my room and locked the door.

  I started crying, he put me up with those horrible people, he was my father, I have brothers, and because of him my brothers couldn’t protect me ‘I HATE YOU!!’ I screamed, I hoped he would hear me and he would know what I think of him, because of him I don’t even know my mother, my real mother!

 I stood up and walked to my suitcase, I grabbed my diary and a pen, I started writing, I was writing what happened, who I met, what I heard and what I’m going to do next, I wrote all this while I was crying.

  I think I was writing for three hours nonstop. The guys were all banging on the door, telling me to open it. When I was finished writing I closed my diary and put it back in my bag. I opened the window and sat on the edge, I looked and saw that there was a beautiful view, there was a beautiful dark blue sky and there were more than a thousand stars and there was a full moon. I turned and walked across my room to my bag again and got my photo camera, I stopped crying when I sat on the edge again. I sat my camera on night mode and took pictures of the amazing view. When I had made 10 pictures or something like that I went back and I put my camera on the table and lay down on my bed. I felt so tired, tired of crying, tired of what I just heard and my throat hurts. I fell asleep.

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