"You never told me you're called The DICK," she said out of the blue.
He groaned. "It's just a stupid nickname."
"How did you get it?" Great curiosity appeared on her face, and he hated it because this was something he'd much rather erase in his pas...
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Eva stared out the window, her mind wandering behind the view and into a far away land.
Her hands were plastered against her lap as her foot tapped on her bedroom floor. She fought the urge to check her hair but couldn't. She touched it. Her delicate fingers went right through it, being once again disappointed with the lack of it. Eva didn't know what to expect, but she truly hoped for some miracle to happen and fix it.
Ashton dropped her off two days ago after that traumatizing incident. Eva frowned at the house's new attire - everything was so clean, the furniture was rearranged, and even the hideous yellow sofa was covered with a black, shimmery slipcover. What was more shocking than the neat home was the odor of a delicious cake baking, reminding Eva of all the happy memories she once had with her full family; her dad, her sister, her brother, and her mom.
Hannah used to be such a loving and a caring mother, but things changed too fast for Eva to stop it or even comprehend what was going on. Ever since Celene and Joseph, the fraternal twins, won the National Spelling Competition and earned themselves a spcial scholarship in the Elite Boarding School with the condition of keeping their grades up, Hannah was completely devastated. She was so heartbroken that she hadn't talked with anyone - not even House, her husband - for days, she stopped eating and slept all day. Once she finally got her mind off of her youngest kids, House was forced to leave and go to an emergency mission which shattered Hannah all over again.
It was just Evangeline and Hannah in the house, and Eva was introduced to a part of Hannah that Eva didn't know her caring mother even had - she was so cold and ignorant towards her, almost blaming her for her misery which was outrageous and immature. It made Eva wonder whether all the happy moments she had before with her mother was fake - of course they were! After all, she wasn't enough in the eyes of her own mother.
Hannah was smiling, face filled with pure joy, as she whisked the whipped cream in her bowl with a speed too close to being humanly impossible. Her rosy cheeks had residues of flour, and so was her red apron. Dirty dishes piled in the sink as eggshells and orange zest were messing the usually empty counter. The sight was too welcoming and home-like to belong to her ignorant mother. Eva didn't feel her lips as they quivered up on their own, and for a moment there, Eva forgot what happened to her a less than an hour ago.
Hannah dropped what was in her hand when she saw her daughter, hurrying over to her with genuine concern displayed on her pretty face. "What's wrong?" she panicked, "What happened to you?" Eva flinched when Hannah gripped her shoulder, Hannah's widened eyes scanning her entire body for injuries. "You're not hurt, are you?" Her honey colored eyes zeroed on the grey beanie. "Whose is it?"
Hannah snatched it off with no prior warning. She gasped in horror, her eyes mortified. She shook her daughter, on the verge of begging her for answers. "Eva, what happened?"
