CHAPTER 2: NEIGHBORS

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My stepfather continued, as I started feeling pain all througout my body.

I felt my heart beating faster, and blood spilling out my veins.

Not long after my mother rushed downstairs and stopped her husband, I threw up blood as my darkened nose started to bleed.

I knew I was in no good condition anymore, but I just stared at my helpless mother fall blind in love with this wasted man just to fill in the love and attention she needed.

She kept brushing his furry chest with her innocent young hands, but all the effect it had on me was simply disgust and anger.

And so I grabbed a few towels, and left the house bleeding my head out.

"Evelyn!" shouted my mother, but I didn't want to care anymore.

Because in the end, I'll always be the one who'll suffer.

As I travel my way to school, I stumble upon my "friendly" neighbors who always bothers me every single day.

"Eve, you look out of shape today?" says the guy named Evans, also the leader of the group.

"Mind if we mold you right?" asked the fierce girl, Kalsey, as she lifts up her bat and started grinning towards me.

I tried running away, but my little legs' strength betrayed me.

I couldn't run anymore, I couldn't fight, and I couldn't defend myself any longer.

They started to try grabbing my bag away from me, but the anger I had inside of me strengthened me to hold unto my bag.

The bag started to rip, as they started to beat me up with the power they had over me.

"Just give the bag, Eva!" ordered Karek, as he pushes me away, desperately needing my bag.

The bag in which I can remember my father with.

"Evan, she won't let go! Just get her wallet inside!" screamed Theodore, as he started pulling the short strands of my hair around.

"Evelyn, stand up," a voice instilled in me whispered.

I knew it was my father calling out to me, "Evelyn, stand up!"

Then I finally got my strength back from my father's voice, and continued to rise as I simply pushed the four of them away from me.

I smiled at them as I say, "Good thing my father's here."

"What the f@ck are you talking about?!" as they murmur in confusion, they kept on telling me, "Your father's dead, Eva!"

I knew it already, but it doesn't mean he completely left me.

Because a part of him, was left inside of me...

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