Lost & Found (Niall Love Story)

Introducing Evie

My name is Evangeline May Tomlinson/Carter; all my friends call me Evie and know my last name as Carter.

I’m 17 years old and a senior, you may think that’s a bit weird but it’s because I skipped grade 3.

To answer the question you were thinking, yes I am related to the one and only Louis Tomlinson from One Direction! But I haven’t seen him in 8 years. You might think it was because of his music but he hasn’t been in the band for that long. 

My story starts at the age of 9 when my mother had taken me from my Father and brother. She had tricked me into thinking we were going on an adventure and of course as a nine-year-old I would believe her. 

My mother was a very sick women, she suffered from a mental illness since age 23. 

-Flashback-

“Sweetheart” I heard my Mummy’s voice whisper in my ear.

“Mmm” I mumbled as I slowly awoke from my sleep.

“Mummy’s taking you on a little adventure” Her voice so soft, she passed me my slippers and dressing gown “Eve, go wait for me downstairs” I nodded and walked off watching her start to back my clothes into a bag.

As I reached the living room I plopped myself onto the couch. I hadn’t even noticed Louis until he tapped me.

“What are you doing?” He asked

I smiled at him “Mummy’s taking me on an adventure” 

He gave me a weird look “Hold on” He said with a small smile.

I watched him walk up and turn down the hallway to Dad’s room. I heard my Mummy’s footsteps; she was carrying two full bags. As she reached the last step I heard Dad’s door swing open. Mummy grabbed my arm and ran outside to the car. My father was calling out to us.

“Johannah! Johannah! Let her go!” My Dad was screaming. 

I was starting to feel scared as I sat in the car watching my Dad stand there screaming at mummy. She was screaming back and I could hear some of the conversation.

“Jo you need to give her back” 

“No I can’t do that!”

“Please don’t do this!” My Dad said making his way down the steps

“I have to” Mummy yelled as she jumped into the car.

Mummy started reversing as Dad ran after the car. Just before we drove off I glanced back and saw Louis standing in the doorway.

-End Flashback-

I remember my mother driving for ages, to the very outskirts of Doncaster where she told me things like, “Sweetheart, you’re adopted”, “Your father didn’t love you”, “Louis thinks you’re annoying”, “I’m taking you to your real family”. 

Telling a kid things like that for about a month can start to drive them crazy. And that’s what happened. My mum changed her name and only my last name to Baxter. In public if she ever ran into people we knew she would always tell them ‘Sorry you have the wrong person’ 

We stayed in a very small hotel for a while until mum had told me she found my parents. They lived in Doncaster and had a big 2 story house. When they answered the door the woman started to cry and call my name, it shocked me but in a way I felt warm inside. 

They seemed nice enough but I refused to leave the woman that had raised me. Mum kept yelling at me to get inside but I wouldn’t let her go I didn’t want to live with strangers. The guy started to grab me and pull me back and as soon as I let go my mum ran across the road…

And before she even turned her head… She… She was hit by a truck, right in front of my eyes. Gone just like that. 

I hate telling that story… Rachel and Mark were my parents from that day on. They have been so good to me and they even explained everything to me and how my mother was friends with Rachel in college.

I suffered from depression for a good majority of the 8 years but I’m much better than I was about 2 years ago. I still have nightmares about that day.

I haven’t tried to contact Louis or my dad but I sort of am glad that I didn’t because a part of me thinks that they actually don’t care about me. I mean wouldn’t they have at least put a search party out for me?