excerpt no. 2 leaving a house that was never a home
tw. abuse (one punch. verbal abuse.) shitty dad's. mention of a dead mother. backstory.
“you’re just like your mother!” her father's hand hit hard across her face. the sound of the hit echoed through the now silent room, evan heard it, long before she felt it. once she did, shock and anger equally fell through her body in waves. her hand slowly reaching to touch the burning and what she could assume, red skin.
“i’m nothing like her, or you. and you will never touch me like that again.” she turned on her heel barely missing his hand that was trying to grasp at her hair. she was moving as quickly as she could, her spirit outside of her body watching as she tried to fit as many of her material possessions into a tiny backpack and a bigger duffle bag.
sweat formed on the small of her back, as she pushed a dresser in front of her door. anxiety biting at the back of her neck as she climbed out of the window. her ankle burned as she landed on the dead grass, she walked on through the pain, trying to silently climb into her car. as he came blubbering screaming out of the door, she had started the car and was pulling out as fast as the car would possibly go.
“ungrateful little bitch!” and a glass beer bottle being thrown at the back tailight, only the the case around the light being broken.
after hours of driving, she finally pulled into the small, quaint town of hawkins, knowing her grandparents lived here in these gentle plains. she pulled her red corvette, a gift from her deceased mother. at the sound of a car pulling in, your grandfather, ben came out the door in a bolt, only to be met with the grandbaby, he hasn't seen in half a decade.
“evangeline?” leona’s, evan’s maternal grandmother, soft voice met evan's ear and she felt like she could cry. she pulled both other relatives in for a tight hug.
“what happened to your face, sweetheart?” leona placed a cup of hot tea in front of evan, as she sat across the kitchen table from the younger girl. a brownish bruise had formed on evangeline’s jaw. “dad hit me.” shock and sadness was seen in her grandmother's eyes, “i never did like that man,” the woman snarled.
her grandfather got up from his seat next to leona, and came around to pull evan in for a hug. “don’t you worry bout nothing, baby, you're safe with us. this is your home, now.”
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