Page 29 of Eyes Like Angel (Eyes Like Angel #1)

Eva

Walking on a darkened road, on a winding road, leading my way back a trail to the thick trees and untouched grass lined up on each side on the route I’ve taken in.

No goodbyes, no happiness and no meaningful conversations to be discussed with the person who invited me at the party at his farm behind his glamourous manor.

I shouldn’t be weeping, weeping until I got back in my home, my darkened attic, where it’ll embrace me back with familiarity.

My legs wobbled, my joints troubled reaching back to my home, but I went on as my legs surrendered in blood, sweat and tears.

I kept going, road after road, block after block.

Why was I weeping? The Divine family had often told me that crying is for the weak and for lost little girls.

“ What was the point of having a hug with a grown woman like you ,” Sister Joanne told me.

“ You’re so fucking embarrassing, thinking that your crying would be solved with someone’s hug.

Instead of being so pathetic with your ugly tears, pray to God instead.

Maybe he could cure your fucked up mind for once. ”

Her laughter pounded in my ears, provoking my tears to leak and drop on a concrete floor.

With my purple dress on, the dress I have found, I lay myself to sleep, hugging the bag—the stuff I packed—praying to God, hoping to keep the Devil and its foolish work off of me, promising myself not to go back to their estate.