Faded Lines

Chapter 24.

* Eva *

The house seem deathly quiet. I was scared to make a sound, in fear that my parents would return. Sitting down on the couch in the living room, I looked around. I took my time surveying the room. I noticed for the first time how cold everything felt. The walls were bare of pictures. Just plain ole white, like the rest of the house. The brown couch was situated in front of the flat screen. The tv sat on a dark colored stand and a red chair was placed to the right of me.

Walking towards the kitchen, I noticed the same thing. Everything was white, and it had all the necessary accessories. Nothing really proved to be homey or looked lived in, for that matter. All of the cabinets were still open though, I guess they forgot to shut them after searching the house. I walked over to the pantry and noticed it stocked. 'Michelle," I thought to myself. She would forever be my guardian angel. Opening the fidge, it was full of food too. I smiled to myself.

Walking up the stairs, I headed to my parents room. I've only been in here a few times, when they were too lazy to clean it. Their room was also white but looked more lived in. The bed was a mess with clothes strung all over the place. I walking in further, sitting down on the huge brown floor rug they had and began comparing my room to theirs. My room was also white, with a full size bed, and a brown bed spread. Looking around, I guess one of my parents liked the color brown. I also had a dresser that held my small tv. Im surprised they even let me have one of those. The difference in the rooms was very noticable though. They had nightstands, a book case, and a filing cabnit. Looking at their dresser, a jewlery box caught my attention. Getting up slowly, I walked to it. Opening it up, I was suddenly hit with anger. My mother had beautiful jewles. Jewelery all shapes and sizes that I had never seen.

I don't know why it got me so mad, but it felt like a button had switched inside of me. Throwing my hand out, I flung my arm at the box sending it, and all the contents crashing to the floor. Seeing everything spill out, only fueled my hate. They have so much stuff, so much money, but they were never happy. Throwing out my other arm, I sent the tv to the floor. They always took their anger out on me.

Marching down the stairs, I tried to calm down. I needed to calm down. Breathing in and out. In and out. Nothing worked. I made my way to the kitchen to get a glass a water, maybe that would cool me down. Picking up a glass from the cabinet, it slipped from hands. Looking down, a tear slid down my cheek. There was clear glass shards littering the kitchen floor. I couldn't take this anymore.

I picked up another glass, throwing it to the floor with a scream. "Stupid," I said outloud, thinking of all the things they ever called me. Throwing a plate, "Unworthy." I couldn't stop. I was angry. So damn angry. What did I ever do to deserve the life I had been given? Another glass was chunked at the wall, "Bitch." I screamed again, just trying to let it all out. But no matter what I did, all the hate and anger felt like it was just getting worse. Picking up a stack of dishes, I flung those too. "Whore." They went all different way, some hit the floor, the wall, the fridge, and the table. But it didn't help. I turned and grabbed a chair, throwing it across the kitchen, a little satisfied when it broke. "Selfish." Next, I grabbed the closest thing by me, before flinging it towards a wall. I watched it fly, well there goes the toaster. "Childish." Kicking my way through the kitchen I made my way back to the living room, throwing the chair out of my way, heading for the tv, and dropping it from the stand. Happy to hear the crack. I wasn't no where near done. I walked up the stairs and into my parents room, quickly grabbing a suitcase then going back to my room. I needed out of here. Walking to my closet I started throwing clothes into the suitcase, missing the first time I got pissed again. And just started chunking my clothes and screaming bloody murder, "Worthless." I said sinking down to the ground in tears.

Warm arms scooped me up bridal style before my bottom even hit the ground. Cuddling into a hard chest, I weeped. "Let it out, Eva. Just let go. Right now, let me be strong for you." Aiken said comfortingly. He walked us over to my bed, and pushed the suitcase on the floor. He sat down slowly, and then brought his legs over, leaning his back on my headboard. Running his hands through my hair he whispered over and over again, that it was going to get better, things were going to change, and that I'd never feel alone again with other sweet nothings in my ear.