Broken

chapter 1

So, you know the girl who's an average height, tall but also short, thin but not too thin, rich but not too rich? Yeah, that's me, I'm her. I'm a 17 year old girl.  My life is not like any normal teenager. It's much more complex. Here's my story...

"Evelyn" ugh, my mum calls me from downstairs, she's not like any other mum, she's on husband number 4 already and pretends to care about me. Sometimes I wonder why she doesn't just let me live with my dad, who really loves me.
Mum and dad were typical highschool sweethearts when they were younger. They made some silly mistakes and had me at a very young age. Atleast my dad really cares about me, unlike my mum- who brings different guys home every weekend.

"Evelyn, sweetie how many times do I have to call you" I roll my eyes "Coming Mom!" I say in an annoyed voice.
I stop my mind from wandering to my thoughts, I get out of bed and have a quick shower. The warm water relaxed my tense muscles. As soon as I'm done showering, I get dressed and head downstairs.
"Good morning mother" I say to her. "Why did you call me, did you need something?" "No sweetie, I'm just checking on you." "Okay, whatever" I internally role my eyes. She ignores my comment and continues with whatever she was doing. Mum never just 'check on me' she must want something.
After making myself breakfast, I inhale it and go to my room to get ready. It's the weekend and I get to go to my dad's. I enjoy staying with my dad because he cares for me and would literally do anything for me.
After setting my hair, I apply some lipgloss and mascara. Dad says I don't need makeup because I'm already so pretty so I keep it simple. I'm wearing a white dress with purple flowers on them.

It's been a few hours of me scrolling through my phone and I hear a knock on the door. It must be dad I thought to myself. And I was right. It was like he had a special knocking pattern so that I know it's him. I open the door and I'm greeted by my very tall and very young looking dad. "Dad, I missed you so much" I'm practically clinging onto him like a monkey. "Evie, I missed you too sweet pea". I hear my mum walk towards us, "Heyyyyy Callan" mum purrs. Dad looks at her with a confused look. "Hello Maya" Dad's expression is blank. "Okay, can we go now dad? Bye Mom" I say while walking out the door. As soon as I exit the house I am greeted with the familiar warm summer wind. It always gets windy around this part of the year. "I'll be back next week".  "What was that all about, your mother never speaks to me" dad says to me as soon as we close the door. "yeah that was weird, I noticed it too". My mum is the type of person who's only nice to you when she needs something from you.
We reach dad's house. It's really big for one person living in it. Dad earns alot of money. After mum left dad he wanted to be independent and build a name for himself and he now owns the best architecture business in the city. I'm just happy I have atleast one parent who doesn't treat me like I'm not their kid.
I didn't even do anything to my mum for her to not like me, I think it's because I'm always home at night and she can't bring over guys. Well I can't help that I don't have lots of friends to go out with every weekend.
As soon as we get inside the house, something or someone catches my eye. "Bolt!" I squeal, causing dad to chuckle behind me. Bolt runs to me and I scoop him up gently, he licks my face as if he missed me too. He's the cutest, fluffiest dog I've ever seen with the bluest eyes. Dad got bolt when I was 10.
" C'mon bolt, give my Evie some space", I giggle. Dad and I walk towards the kitchen, "Soooo.. what's for dinner?" " Oh I don't know, how about I make your favourite pasta for you?" " Oh my god yes dad" I shrieked. My dad is the best cook ever. I watch as dad ties his apron at the back. He's the most perfect person.
Dad has light brown hair and brown eyes, the perfect combination. People say I look alot like dad, because of our eyes and hair. He's in his early 30s, he's 33 years old. Yeah, he was 16 when I was born but like I said, silly mistakes.
Dad is a tall, lean guy, not too fat not too thin. He has a gym in the house which we use together.

After having dinner which was delicious by the way I go to my room. As I enter, everything looks neater, dad must have neatened it up for me. The light purple walls make the room more colourful since all the furniture is grey and white. Dad likes the modern finish.

After taking a shower, I put my long brown hair up into a pony to dry.  "Dad?" I wonder what's dad up to. I call out again as I walk into the lounge area, "hi" I whisper. "Hey Evie" he sounds almost... sad? "Is something wrong?" My voice changes to worry. " Come sit sweet pea" he pays the couch next to him. "I want to talk to you Evie" now I'm scared. What does he want to talk about. Hold up, is he about to give me the talk?!