Still healing from her older brother's death, Evangeline Blackwood faces the social pressures of college, grief, parental expectations and her sudden feelings surrounding one of the new students.
Adonis Walker is stubborn. A beautiful face with a...
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evangeline blackwood
My heads running around in circles as I stare at my bedroom ceiling.
From Logan to Ashanti to Jonah to Morgan.
Chest constricting with a pain that cannot possibly be human, I ardently attempt to ignore the way my eyes burn at the memories.
I knew it was coming before it happened.
"Go away." I shout.
But, as usual, she didn't listen.
My Mum knocks the door off its hinges and barges into my room. She looks incredibly determined to achieve something I knew wasn't going to happen.
"Stop wallowing away in self pity and get out of the house. This isn't good for you. Support group starts in an hour." Jace exclaims. If this would've happened a month ago, I wouldn't have cared. It wouldn't have mattered that my mother, once again, stormed into my room screaming about me needing therapy because I literally did not care about anything. That's what happened when I lost Jonah and then Julian, I become this emotionless monster who tried my hardest to repress all feelings.
Even though I miserably failed, I still managed to mute my parents.
"And how would you know what's good for me, Jacelynn?" I shout back at her, shaking my head.
Can't she see how much I'm trying?
Can't she see how hard is it dragging myself out of bed every single day? How much I don't even want to wake up every morning?
She recoils back, "I'm your mother, Evangaline. You need to start showing me some damned respect. This is what is best for you."
"You honestly have no idea what is best for me." I snap. Emotions consume me and I no longer have any control over what's leaving my mouth. "Do you have any idea how any of this feels? Just because something worked for you doesn't mean it can work for me. You know what, Michael messed me up so badly by killing Morgan, my brother and stabbing me. But it's nothing on the amount of pain you're putting me through. You have no idea what it's like to watch someone you care about die right in front of you and not being able to do anything about it. You're supposed to be my mother, you're supposed to respect my wishes and understand that the only person who knows what is best for me is me. But no, you didn't understand that and you still don't. Instead, you send me to therapy. Sprouting bullshit about how your house your rules. Well fucking kick me out and I'll slum it on the streets for all I care."
