Because I’m Eva
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We open in a office with two young women who seem to be talking ) So Evalynn , “What do you remember from your childhood “said a tall Latin woman that sat in her bright charcoal wheeled spinning chair .The Latin woman is tan with beautiful sunlight kissed silky smooth hair. A stunningly gorgeous dark woman with beautiful soulful dark brown eyes to match the modern art element tattoos across her chest and arms perfectly paired with opal pink shorts with the a seemingly new red lace crop top accompanied with a letter man jersey opened her mouth as to communicate freely but nothing-Nothing followed the almost unaudible sigh. Eva know if she told her therapist the whole truth that
she would be discussed so she quickly decided she was to tell bits and snippets of her childhood .I was an abused child my parents were killed by my kidnappers.l quickly form ties with another young lady who was in the same situation as me but then she was killed too.I escaped when I was only 16 and I had nowhere to go so I turn to the one person I thought would help me but it turns out they didn’t want to help me as much as I thought they would. Eva went on to tell only certain parts of the story that would make her look like the victim. But she as told her storyline she noticed a strange look on her court mandated therapist. Simply put a Face of shock and disbelief but Eva quickly decide to ignore it and go on telling her horrible tale. After Two excruciating hours of discussing and pinpointing and charting and graphing everything that was wrong with the story Eva told, The tall Latin Woman with a beautiful silky blonde hair stood up and said “that’s all for today see you next week we can discuss more current events of your life” even though Eva did not want to discuss with this woman any longer about her painstaking childhood she simply nodded picked up her purse and walked out of the beautiful gold encrusted wood door to reveal the outside world. It was a simply beautiful day the birds were chirping the trees were nice and ripe but all Eva felt was discomfort and discontent, you see Eva felt bad about not telling the therapist everything. But I mean how could she.How could you tell someone you don’t know about the beatings and the lashings and the crying in the dead of night THE
raping. All that stuff was buried deep in Eva’s memory and she did not want to uncover the hidden monsters that were Nestled deep in her memory’s. As Eva swallow her pride and walked to her bright blue Volkswagen beetle park next to the trashcans she felt a sudden urge to cry...choking back the tears,Eva opened the door and put her purse on the sidelines . Grip the steering wheel but she cannot bring herself to put the key in the ignition or pull the stick shift Eva gripped that steering wheel so tight she felt that she was one with the steering wheel . As Eva let go of the steering well she noticed her hands were A light maroon tent and this brought back many painful memories furthermore Eva was brought to put her palms up to her face one tear two tears three tears four tears into an endless stream of tears ran down her face and for the first time in Eva’s life no one had to hit her to make her cry like she was about to die. She finished crying and Her eyes were puffy And her knees were weak her arms were heavy she felt like she just took 20 bricks and smash them all against her face!Her nose was snotty and her makeup looked disheveled .Even though Eva swore she would never think about those horrible times ever again she couldn’t stop them and the memories flooded and drizzled and came like wind comes with a hurricane and she realized that when she was in her therapist office it was the calm before the storm. A storm of feeling and emotional distress ohhhh boy
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