DESTRY

Evelyn's POV . First and foremost there's something I'd like you all to know which is very important, but first you should know my name, My name is Evelyn Brooks. The another most important thing you should know is that my mother is crazy, she is very crazy and I hate her. Y'all must be wondering what I meant by that statement but not to worry, I'll explain it to you and make you see reasons. Like I said earlier my name is Evelyn Brookes and I'm the first born of my parents, the first of nine girls actually. Yes, my mother gave birth to nine children and we are all girls, crazy right?. You must be wondering why on Earth will my mother gave birth to kids like that when she's not some kind of a Baby Making Machine. That was because she's so crazy, and her mentality of having a male child and miraculously as nature will have it and punished her for it and she couldn't. So she keep getting pregnant immediately after she gave birth, My mother had always wanted her firstborn to be a boy. I don't know what kind of crazy fantasy she has in her head, when she gave birth to me she was sad cause I turned out to be a girl. About some months after she conceived again and gave birth to my sister Sarah, when she also turned to be a girl she was not happy also. Not long after she conceived again then give birth to twins and both of them turn to be a girl whom were named Ava and Eve. That was how my mother gave birth to the rest of my siblings with them having one year difference. The hospital have made my mother a yearly customer, and the doctor advised her to slow down but she refused. I don't really blame my father cause he's only doing all of that because of the love he has for my mother. He was afraid that if he didn't succumb to her demand she might leave him and went away with another man, so he keeps pumping his seed into her. I hate my father when he make excuses like that cause I really hate my mother along with her crazy obsession. Her crazy obsession of having a male child made her to care less about us girls, leaving us for our father to take care of us. If not that my father is Rich I wondered what would've happened to us cause my mother never care about us. As I grow up i started looking after my siblings cause my mother never really give a damn about our well being. My mother and I always fight concerning this and I just wish I can move out and start my own life. But at the thought of my siblings I couldn't do so, I couldn't leave them all alone, I know I have to stay for them. My mother spent most of her time in church praying, from one vigil to another. From one program to another, crusade to crusade which all ended in the same result. It got to a stage my mother had to change church and went to another, she changes from one church to another. My mother stopped believing in God which made us all stopped going to church cause God failed to hear her prayers. Sometimes I wondered why God would create a creature such as my mother, she started going from one spiritual place to another seeking for a male child. As I'm telling you my tale right now she's pregnant again and recently she went to the hospital to ran a scan to know the gender. I really prayed, hoped and wished that the baby turn out to be a girl again, but fortunately for her she came back happy and smiling. My father was curious and he asked for the results and she broke the news " IT'S A BOY" and my father was very happy for her. ** Over the months as the baby bump grew has been the worst of my life, my mother is very annoying and I wish I could just strangle her. She did nothing in the house except for eating and sleeping because she doesn't want to hurt her sweet innocent loving boy. If she wanted to climb down the stairs she will call on my dad or any of my siblings so she could hold onto them for support. She made sure she eat clean food, drink clean water, and make sure she's comfortable in every position. She would blame us if we caused her a little trouble with that I really hated her and promise to myself that I'm going to exert the same punishment to the boy if he grow up. When her nine months is complete, she was put to bed and she gave birth to a weird baby boy. The reason I used the term 'weird' is because the boy has a blue eyes which none of our family has not even my mother. No one seems to care about his blue eyes and they thought he's one kind of a special boy. Ever since I set my eyes on the boy I hate him so much even for the fact that he's my brother. What really amazed me was when it's time for my mom to name him, she named him a weird name as well. I mean what kind of person name his/her kid DESTRY, to me the name sound like Destroy, why would you named your son that name. My father don't really have a say in the matter, but when people asked her why she said she saw the name on the internet and she love it. It was since then I knew that my mother is a highly deranged woman, Now you know the reason I said my mother is Crazy. Destroy, Destry or whatever the name he's called I don't care but what i do know is that he's going to get it hot from me when he grow up. I'm going to exert all my anger and frustration on him for what his darling and irritating mother caused me and my siblings.