Chapter 31
EVELYNNE
After the humiliation at the party I went back home. Mom wasn't back yet so I headed straight to
my room. My heart tightened in my chest, the pain didn't subside, my heart beat violently with
no rhythm. My fingers started trembling, my breath quickening rapidly. I felt suffocated as though
the room was closing in on me. Fear gripped me. Panic attack, I was having a panic attack. God
no no please they hurt, take it away.
My legs felt heavy as I forced my panicked self to go to my room. I rampaged through my book
shelf, my wardrobe and my drawers. Where did I keep it. I can't find my razor, where the hell is
it. The panic attack didn't go away, only got worse. I ran back to the kitchen, digging through the
utensils until I found our sharpest knife.
I removed my panties and pressed the knife against my inner thigh. There was still a fresh cut
from my last panic attack. I closed my eyes tightly and slid the knife up and down on my skin
until I felt my skin tear open. The pain distracted my attack, tricking my brain into focusing on the
new wound instead.
I kept the knife on the counter and reached for the salt in the cabinet. I took a pinch of it and
applied it on the fresh cut. I squeezed my eyes shut, the sharp pain shooting signals to my
brain. I heard the front door open and quickly took the knife I used and threw it in the dustbin
and wore my panties.
Mom came to the kitchen looking panicked, the clothes she had gone to work with when she left
weren't what she was wearing. This time she was wearing a black Jean, black leather jacket, a
black crop top and her hair tied up into a messy bun. There was a certain darkness in her eyes
that immediately vanished when she came through the kitchen door.
Her bright yellow eyes went back to their sweet motherly kindness. The right side of her face
was smeared in blood and her hands were covered in it. Why was she covered in blood, this
version of her looked more like a serial killer.
"Who did this to you? "
"what… What are you talking about mom? "
"I want names Lyn. Who hurt you? "
"no one mom, I'm fine but you tell me. Why are you covered in blood? "
I watched as her worried expression turned into panic. She looked at her hands then looked
back at me. She was definitely hiding something. Mom looked everywhere but me, then she left
me in the kitchen to wherever she was going. Why is she covered in blood? As far as I know
she's not a butcher, nor is she a murderer then where is the blood from. I followed after her and
found her in the bathroom washing her hands. I hid myself behind the wall so she wouldn't see
me.
Mom took the first aid kit that was on the window next to a few toiletries. She took a needle and
thread and removed the leather jacket lifting her shirt up to her lips to keep it from sliding down.
On her lower abdomen was a stab wound, blood seeping out, it's fresh. Mom cleaned the
wound then stitched herself up.
She did the stitching as though she had been doing it for years. The line was so perfect I'd
believe it if she told me she was a surgeon. She barely flinched when she was fixing herself.
She turned to the shower and turned it on. She had no tears in her eyes, no sign that maybe
she was nearly raped, assaulted or something to get that wound. She looked dangerous this
way.
I sunk back into the wall and went back to my room. There's more to mom than the life she has
created for me. Whoever she is I'll have to find out or maybe someone is harassing her. Is she
in danger? I climb to my bed and face the ceiling trying to bore myself to sleep. My thoughts
wander off to mom.
I've never met my dad. I only have a name, Nicholas Zyraelle . Whoever this man is he didn't
abandon me and mom, at least mom never said so. Maybe they had a misunderstanding. That's
kind of well I don't even know where to begin. Mom's not the impressionable type of person.
Maybe she never noticed but the kindness, love and care, I only see those emotions in her eyes
for me.
Whenever we're out in public, it's pretty obvious when her mood shifts, she looks at people like
they're a threat, she has trust issues definitely, insecurities not as much. One would expect her
to be the overprotective type of mom but I guess in the threatening way. One time an old man
tried to hit on me thinking mom was my sister. Mom sent me to go get ice cream for both of us.
When I came back the guy was kneeling on the floor, bruised, and begging for his life. Mom
made him apologize to me.
She had taught me never to allow anyone to treat me like I was the problem. On situations when
she was supposed to warn me against men and stuff like all men are shit she just said things
like, let them fuck you up and I'll ruin their lives. Mom was sweet, well only to me but either way.
I wasn't deprived of love, attention, protection or anything. Whatever mystery it was, maybe it
was for my own good. She'd never jeopardize my life. She'd kill for me and I know it. Does it
unsettle me? Not at all, and maybe that's the other reason I think there's something definitely
wrong with me.
At least I know I can rely on her, maybe she's not good with emotions but she's trying, do I crave
emotional comfort, yeah but I know I can count on mom's shoulder to cry on when I need
silence and not useless lectures or advice. I don't know what time I fell asleep but I woke up to
my phone's alarm.
I tried to shift when I realized the warm arms that were wrapped around me. Next to me was
mom sleeping peacefully. For a 39 year old mom looked really beautiful with her big bright
yellow eyes, the freckles her skin, she looked like she used expensive products on her skin to
keep her young. I gently broke free from her cuddle and got off the bed. That stab wound, I can
check it out while she's asleep.
I slowly got back on the bed and lifted the shirt she was wearing.
"I saw you peeking at me Lyn."
I jumped off the bed startled by her. She opened her eyes and smiled at me gently.
"Sorry mom, I just wanted to.. "
"It's okay baby. I know you're curious, you're growing up and eventually you'll learn the truth. I
promise I'll tell you soon. "
"What are you talking about mom? "
"not now my love, trust me I'll tell you everything, eventually. "
Her eyes looked distant, sad but she smiled at me. What truth is she talking about? I nodded my
head in understanding and prepared to go to school. At 7:30 I was already at school. There
weren't really a lot of people, I guess I came earlier today. I suddenly caught sight of a boy, I
can't tell his age but he looked big.
By big I mean he looked 6'4, he had black hair slicked back like he was going to attend some
fancy undercover party. I can't tell the color of his eyes from here but they weren't screaming
friendly, they sent dangerous waves through the air. I don't bother to look at any other details
when I notice he's looking at me intently so instead I go inside the school directly to my class.
I decided to sleep on my desk since there was no one in class yet. It wouldn't hurt to get a little
bit of rest now would it.
"Evelynne. "
"Evelynne."
Waking up to someone calling my name I was brought back to reality. Why does time always fly
when you're having an amazing dream? My classmates were looking at me exchanging glares
and laughing. I looked to the front of the class and there stood a teacher. Is he new, I didn't see
him yesterday or maybe I just missed him because I'm still new here.
He actually looks too young to be a teacher, and good looking too. If teachers commonly looked
like him, it wouldn't be a shocker if students partake in having affairs with teachers.
He was tall, I'm not sure how tall, he has dark green eyes, a sharp nose, thin lips, tanned skin, a
beard that is neatly trimmed and makes him look kind of hot, his hair was blonde, tied back in a
loose ponytail. He is wearing a beige polar neck long sleeve jersey with a pair of white trousers,
despite the obvious effort to hide his build, it's clear he has muscles for days.
"Evelynne! "
I'm snapped out of my thoughts by a mean voice, sexy mean though. I blink several times with
my eyes still on the good looking man in front of the class.
Lisa, "the poor bitch is eye fucking the new teacher, how slutty. "
I look at her and her little minions laugh at her not so funny remark. The 'sir' on the other hand
keeps his gaze locked on me. I feel my cheeks and neck heat up from his intense gaze. Why
doesn't he focus on other students as well? He blinks twice and turns his gaze away to the rest
of the class.
"Good morning students, I'm Mr. Reeves, your fashion class mentor, I'll be teaching this class
for two months to be precise. "
Silence. At the corner of my eye I catch Lisa biting the tip of her nails seductively and staring at
Mr. Reeves in an unsettling way. Doesn't she have a boyfriend? My attention shifts back to Mr.
Reeves. The fashion and design period wasn't really educational. Mr. Reeves spent it
introducing himself, and basic rules, what he expected of us and so on. I didn't fail to notice how
his gaze always lingered on me during the entire time.
Class went on just fine except for Lisa's prying eyes. Class was dismissed at lunch time . I
packed my bag and put it in my locker before going to the cafeteria with my lunch box. Mom
made me a chicken mayo sandwich, packed me a banana, apple, orange and a bottle of
strawberry juice.
The cafeteria was occupied, the only available seat was the one in Lisa's table and I'm not going
to sit with her. I don't have the energy to sit with her. She looked in my direction and waved at
me, inviting me to come and sit with her. I smiled and politely declined, shaking my head. I turn
away before she can create a new problem with me.
Walking past the noisy hallways I tried to be as invisible as possible, my head kept down, eyes
on the ground, my lunch bag on the side of my right shoulder. After failing to find a quiet spot I
decided to go back to my class. Thankfully it's empty. I smile slightly, grateful that I'll have my
space. I take a seat in the back seat. Before I can even open my lunch bag the click of the door
grabs my attention. Mr. Reeves stands at the door looking at me apologetically.
Before I know it he takes quick long strides to me.
"Mr. Reeves, uhm what brings you… "
Mr. Reeves yanks my arm and pushes me against the wall behind the table at the last row in the
second row. He cages my hands in one of his above my head, he places his leg between my
thighs parting them. He's going to assault me! I close my eyes, forcing the tears to stay in. I
should scream or fight but my body stays still. Mr. Reeves kisses my neck trailing down to my
chest.
Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom, I need you. Mom. Warm tears roll down my eyes but I don't dare open
my eyes. He's suddenly pulled away from me, I suck in a deep breath and fall on my knees
struggling to breathe. Slowly I look up to see who saved me only to find Lisa standing next to
Mr. Reeves with a smile of victory on her face.
Lisa, "thank you Mr. Reeves, it's true after all there's nothing money can't buy. Look at this slut. "
She faces her phone screen to me, on the screen there is me looking all pathetic and weak,
standing still while Mr. Reeves attempts to do whatever the hell he was attempting.
Lisa, "even though you were about to be molested, in this video you look like you were enjoying
this and you two have some kind of relationship. This should be enough to get you expelled. "
I glare blankly at the screen, as a girl how could she do something like this to another girl. And
why the hell would Mr. Reeves agree to do such a thing to me. It's only my second day, I didn't
offend anyone so why is Lisa treating me like this. She can't wait for at least a month to get me
expelled.
"Evelynne Zyraelle and Mr. Reeves, please report to my office immediately. "
Lisa, "bye whore, next time you'll know not to talk to my boyfriend. "
Mommy. I want mom. With tears rolling down my eyes despite trying to stop them I stand up and
walk past the two. And just like that my life is ruined by a rich spoiled brat for a boy.
As I walk through the hallway, students snicker and look at me with disgust, someone throws a
bucket of water on me. The cold water runs down my head down to my feet.
"shameless! Having sexual relationships with a teacher. That's probably how a poor person like
you got enrolled in such a reputed school. "
"Did you sleep with the principal to get enrolled huh? "
"If you'd come to me, little cunt, I'd have considered paying for your tuition. "
Mr. Reeves was following behind me. I took my phone out, calling mom who immediately
picked up.
"Lyn baby what's up? "
"please come get me mom. "
Some guy snatched my phone and threw it against a wall. The phone screen shattered into
pieces and his gang laughed at his poor stunt. In the principal's office I'm ushered to sit down.
The principal goes on talking, probably asking questions too but I don't answer because nothing
he says is registered in my brain.
"Mr. Reeves you're fired with immediate effect, Evelynne Zyraelle you're expelled. "
Now those words my brain manages to register. At that moment something in me snapped, it
felt like someone else was taking over. My eyes land on the scissors on the principals desk, I
take them and barge out of the principals office. I don't even have to look for Lisa because she's
standing a few steps away from the office with that sinister smile plastered on her stupid perfect
face.
I half walk half run towards her and lift the hand that holds the scissor up in the air to stab
her but mom suddenly comes in between protecting Lisa with her body. My hands tremble and
the scissors fall out of my hands. Mom locks me in her embrace stroking my hair gently.
Lisa, "look, if it isn't the poor mother. "
Mom strokes my hair and kisses my forehead before letting me go. I catch a glimpse of her face,
she looks different, dangerous, her yellow eyes dark and scary. What she does next is really
unexpected, at least not by me.
Mom pulls Lisa's hair and throws her to the wall. The unexpected force makes Lisa stumble
backwards falling ass first to the polished floors.
Mom leaps on Lisa, sitting on her throwing punches at her face. A few boys try to pull mom
away but I must give it to her strength, she doesn't budge. In fact she punches one boy causing
his teeth to break.
Mom wipes her mouth smearing a little blood on her cheek. She stands above a whimpering
Lisa.
"listen here you little low life dick sucking bitch, I don't care if what you did to my daughter
is big or small but you made her cry and I don't like to see my baby in tears. Listen very
carefully, this is the beginning of a war. I'll get you on your fuckin knees begging for my
mercy. "
Mom spit on Lisa's face after her threat. She freakin spit on her face, Lisa's face. Who knew
mom knows how to throw a punch. Forgetting my problems, I started clapping my hands and
jumping with a smile on my face like a child who'd just been given candy. Mom looked back at
me, her expression softening.
"Wow mom. That's so cool. You sounded and looked like a mafia queen. So badass bitch. Let's
get outta here. "
Mom smiles at me then extends her hands to me, I take her hand and we walk out of school,
second day of school and I'm expelled , hilarious. But for what it's worth I walked out of a school
like a queen, the power I felt when those bratty rich kids moved out of my path their heads
bowed with mom in front of me. My mother who's nobody made these rich snobs bow to her.
"mind telling me what happened and why you were about to stab that diva with a scissor. "
I chuckled at mom's statement. So she came and punched the poor girl without knowing what
exactly took place. Classic mom, classic.
"We had a new teacher today, he's really handsome, like mom he looks so good as if he came
straight out of my novels mom. "
"and you like this bimbo? "
"I didn't even get time to develop a crush on him mom. Either way I couldn't find a seat in the
cafeteria during lunch time so I went back to class and it was empty so I decided to eat there,
and then Mr. Reeves came in, the door was locked and he came to me and started kissing me.
My brain froze and so did my body so I didn't do anything and Lisa took a video and it looked
like I was enjoying it instead because I wasn't fighting. "
"should I kill him? "
"very funny mom. If you kill him you'll be imprisoned for life. Nothing happened to me. "
"You're expelled pumpkin. "
"back to poor schools I guess."
Mom and I walked back home chatting, laughing and so on. I can't help but wonder why I don't
have some traumatic response or something. When we got home I ate my lunch and mom and
coffee for herself. The knock on the door interrupted our peace. Mom went to the bathroom and
I to the door. Mr. Reeves was standing at my doorstep.
"Mr. Rapist, how are you? "
"Mr. Rapist huh. "
He raised an eyebrow playfully.
"What do you want?"
"to apologize. I'm sorry. "
"I know. You can leave now, if mom sees you she might kill you, she was suggesting it. "
"I'm really sorry, I don't know why I let myself be threatened by a school kid. What I did was
wrong. "
"Okay, apology accepted. Since you don't have a job and I am expelled, let's be friends. "
He scratched the back of his head, "sorry kid I have a job, I'm the CEO of martyr fashion so
technically I'm okay. "
I laughed at his statement. This is the worst apology I've ever received and I don't know why I
even accepted it and offered to be friends. He smiled at me and I returned the smile. I'm
expelled and he's fired but unlike him I don't have backup.
"Sorry to say this but I'm glad you got expelled. I can find you a better school with
better people. I'll fund your education as compensation. "
"If you ever try to force yourself on me, my mom will kill you, even if I forgive you. "
"Is she capable? "
"I can't guarantee that she's lovely anymore, the love is for me only, you should have seen how
she beat Lisa back at school. Be careful Mr. Reeves. "
He chuckled at my statement.