Sarah's Journey to Love

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SARAH’S POV 

It has been a week since I went over to Evan’s place. Last night my mom called me and told me that they would be home tomorrow (Monday) night as long and nothing came up. Evan and I have been spending a lot of free time together last night before bed he texts me telling me to come over at 12pm and that we needed to talk. It kind of made me worried but I got out of bed grabbed something to eat and did the dishes and then jumped in the shower. I now stand in my room with wondering what to wear, I pull out a pair of dark blue hip huggers and a teal spaghetti strap shirt and a black half sleeve button up shirt after getting dressed I pull on my black biker boots I walk over to my vanity and brush out my hair and braid it. Once I’m done with my hair, I put on some foundation mascara and some black eyeliner. I still have time until I must leave, I pull out my phone and look up dresses for homecoming it is still about two months away, but I had no idea what I wanted to year after all it was going to be my last homecoming. I want homecoming and prom to be something I will remember. My phone rings it’s an unknown caller. 

“Hello?” 

The only thing I can hear on the other end is heavy breathing. After saying hello couple times, I hang up. That is the second one I have gotten this week. It’s time for me to head to Evan’s. When I get there, I can hear him yelling at someone but not sure how it is. His door is open as in make my way up the stairs I stop at the top step. 

“I told you to leave you aren’t welcome here.” He has his back to me, and I can see a lady standing in front of him with the same icy blue eyes he has. 

“Please. Evan, I didn’t mean for anything to happen.” Her voice is shaking, she looks a seems me, “who are you?” Evan turns and looks at me and gives me a weak smile. 

“I can come back later.” I say quickly. 

“No, you stay. She was just leaving.” He says walking over to the door and grabs my hand pulling me inside. “She” just stands there she looks weak her eyes are blood shot and her skin look like it has yellowing too it. She walks pass us and doesn’t say anything when she does, I can smell smoke and alcohol coming from her. 

I can tell that Evan is mad. He lets go of my hand and grabs my waist pulling me into a hug. He leans his head into my shoulder, and I can feel his body relax. I breath him in and close my eyes the hug seems to last forever, not that I mind if I could I would stay in his arms all day. Finally, he pulls away.

              “Hey baby girl” he says with a smile that makes my heart leap.

I reach up and brush his hair away from his face so I can look into his eyes. “Hey yourself.”

He takes my hand closes the door and locks it and walks me over to the couch he sits down pulling me onto his lap. He signs. I sit there looking into his eyes wondering a million different things, and wanting to ask but I wait, he looks up at me and finally starts talking. He starts by telling me who “she” was. Her name is Angie and she is the woman who gave birth to him. He takes a deep breath in letting it out slowly.

              Evan and his dad use to stay away from home as much as they von mostly because of Angie. She has always been a drunk, but over time it got worse, five years ago she went off the deep end when she lost her sister. Her sister was drinking and driving, like she was drinking at the wheel, she hit a car which caused hers to roll over killing herself the other driver was a young girl died on the way to the hospital. Angie started drinking more she lost her job over the summer, and after many fighting defining her to others his dad thought it would be best to move. She didn’t want to move, and his parents fought everyday for a week, she was mean and hateful smacking him around every chance that she got when his dad wasn’t around. The last time she hit Evan around his dad, his dad had come home to her beating him because Evan said he won’t get her another drink, when his dad walked in, he was screaming and bleeding. He ended up with a broken nose, a cut above my left brow and next to his right eye, and a broken arm. His dad had to pull her off him and took him to the hospital, on the way there she started crying saying how sorry she was and that she didn’t know what happened, and that it would never happen again. He dad told her that they would stay if she stopped drinking and if he ever seen her touch Evan again, he would throw her ass in jail. She did stop for almost a month, but shortly after her sister died and it all went downhill from there. 

    When he finishes telling he leans his head into my chest, and I play with his hair I can tell that he has started to cry quietly to himself. I hold him, he wraps his arms tightly around my back pulling me in closer to him. Letting him cry until he can no longer cry. When he finally pulls away his eyes are puffy and red. I look down at his lips and press my lips against him, he kisses me back. 

EVAN’S POV

It felt good to let her in. When I looked in her eyes, I didn’t see pity are hurt, I seen understanding. I felt safe with her, I felt like I could tell her anything and I plan on it. I plan on spend every day with her, I plan on spending time with her and getting to know her in hopes she will trust me enough to let me into her world and into her heart. After I pull away from our kiss, she touches my forehead where I was cut with sadness in her eyes. 

“Was this done by her?” 

“Yes.” I look down at the ground not wanting to meet her eyes. She puts her hand under my chin and bring my face up to her’s. She smiles at me and kisses me again. 

“Let’s go for a walk.” She says getting up off my lap.  She grabs my hand and leads me out the door. 

For a while we don’t talk, we just walk hand and hand. We come to a park with a walking trail and we get on it she still doesn’t say anything but we are in a comfortable silence after walking on the path for a while we come to a fork, I see a smile on her face she leads us down the left side after a few minutes of walk so leads in right on a path that would easily be missed if you didn’t know it was there, soon we come about a little man made pawn, it has a little path way leading up to the water side, there are two big rocks and a log that we walk over to, we are hidden by trees and over grown weeds and grass. It is quiet and peaceful, she lets go of my hand Bringing me back for my thoughts. She walks over to the log and takes a seat, I see down next to her. 

“My sister would always bring me here it was our little hide away. She always knew when to bring me here mainly after one of my parents say something mean or about how they never wanted me. She died five years away, she was driving home, when her car was hit by a drunk driver, she died on the way to the hospital, the driver died at the scene. The drives name was Annabel White.” 

My heart dropped, my aunt, my aunt killed her sister. She keeps talking. Her sister was her best friend always went to her sport stuff when she could and always brought her here when she needed to find peace from her parents. Her sister spends all the time she could with her. Her parents weren’t the greatest either, she grew up always being told she was never wanted and how her parents hated her. She started to believe it, even if she did have her sister and Tina and Karen. She still feels like she isn’t good enough for anyone and at times still feels unwanted. She tells me that she tried to take her life the summer after her sister died. She was in the hospital for a week and was placed under psych watch for a month where she was locked up at a clinic center. When she got out her parents left and started going on long business trips sometimes for up to a month. She lets out a deep breath and tells me what her parents are coming back tomorrow and will no longer be taken business trips and will be home a lot more. 

“I know it is not the same, but I do kind of understand what you are going through.” 

“The only difference is I had my dad. You didn’t have either of your parents.” 

She leans over putting her head on my shoulder and we sit there taken in the view around us. When we start making our way back the sun is starting to set. When we get back to my place, I start cooking dinner, spaghetti with garlic bread and a Garden salad. As I am cooking Sarah makes her way to the bedroom. I give her time as I feel like that is what see needs and I am wondering how I tell her it was my aunt that killed her sister. Should I tell her does it matter but what if she finds out on her own, she will be hurt and mad that I didn’t tell her.