My name is Evelyn Rose Queen.
The second child of Robert and Moira Queen.
I'm two years younger than my brother Oliver, and 15 years older than my sister, Thea. I love my life. If anyone were to ask me if I'm rich, I'd say I'm comfortable, if not happy, 'cause that's what all rich people say. My dad, Robert, is a business-man who practically built his own enterprise, Queen Consolidated, and my mom helps him run the business, as well as helping take care of us rowdy group known as the Queen kids.
When I say rowdy I mean really rowdy. Oliver, or Ollie as I call him, is the eldest, and he's a real party animal. He gets drunk and wakes up in strange places all the time, mostly after a 'sleepover' with a girl he literally just met. At least, that's what it was called to deter my curiosity. Not that I didn't know what it meant, though. He's a playboy, or at least that's what Mom and Dad call him. He gets in heaps of trouble with the cops and stuff, though. I like to party, but not as much as Oliver. A good drink and some dancing normally gets me going. I hate boys that flirt with me excessively. Also, I know a tad bit of karate, which helps me get out of some sticky situations. Thea's the youngest, so she doesn't really party much. Not at all, actually.
I'm happy. I wouldn't trade my life for the world. I get straight A's, I'm a very good student and I love people, if they're not trying to get to me for my family's money in any way, shape or form. Good people can be hard to come by these days.
But things were about to change - and the day that I got the news that my brother Oliver's boat, The Queen's Gambit, went down in international waters 2,100 nautical miles east of Australia, that was the day my life changed...
[Completed] There's three of us. Triplets. We all have each other's backs.
There's me, Maeve. The one with red eyes. People call me a murder. Satan. Evil. Anything really. All I cared about was not them. Certainly not them. Those people didn't matter to me. What mattered was my other two siblings. Everything I have ever done, was for them. Even if they don't realize it. Even if they think I was the big bad monster. To the world, I was a cold heartless monster but to my siblings? I was loving sister. I was there if one of them have a nightmare. I'm there for them.
There's Damien. The oldest out of us. He's the one with white eyes. The one who people who also call Satan and evil and all of that bullshit. You ever wonder if those goddamn bullies got tired of bullying other people? I do. Not the point, stay focused Maeve. What was I saying? Oh right, Damien. He likes cars. Building, tearing them apart, spray painting them, anything about cars.
Then there's Angel. Sweet, sweet Angel. She's the youngest out of the group. She has blue eyes, different from us. She's the lucky one, per say. The one who doesn't get bulled. She has the personality like a five year old but we love her to pieces. Me and Damien try to protect her against the evil's of the world. She shouldn't go through that like we did. At least she has a normal childhood, or some part of normal.
We didn't have the best childhood growing up. Well, me and Damien didn't. Mother gave Angel the best childhood she ever wanted. Sometimes, only sometimes when she was drunk or whatever with her stupid boyfriend did she punish Angel. That was once every blue moon. She was convinced me and Damien had Satan in us. While Angel, well she thought that Angel was an angel from Heaven.
Now, let me stop rambling. This story will be an emotional roller coaster. Especially since we get sent to live with our older half-brothers.
Mentions of self-harm, abuse, rape, miscarriage, violence, cursing, suicide attempts.