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4.

β€” Bruises and Mother's warmth.

''The best place to cry is on our mother's arms''

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As long as I can remember I only had few blurry embraces with my mom. Few which will always be stuck in my heart.
Mom was never the touchy type but I am a really clingy person but as time passed by, it was harder for me to get my mother's warmth when I need it the most.

Evelyn walked into the mansion with a bruises all over hands and face, her steps wobbly as she limped in.

Zoe who happened to notice this as she was waiting for the girl, near the kitchen entrance frowns rushing towards the girl.

''Eve! What happened ?!'' The old lady asks worriedly as she inspects all the bruises, looking down at the young teenager's hand ''Nothing! I am going to my room..excuse me Aunty'' Eve yanks her hand back with her other hand rubbing against, running up the stair towards her room and shutting the door harshly behind.

Zoe only could sigh with concern hearing the sobs coming from the inside of the room, she was scared, worried but left wanting the girl to calm down because she knows Evelyn was not a coward but everything has a limit and when it exceeds we break down.

Evelyn on the other hand slid down the door covering her face letting her tears down her already stained skin.

''Mama...I wish you were alive to protect me from all the bad ...I miss you even if I never got to know you !''

Evelyn rubs her eyes with palms that were bruised, she slowly gets up and walks to her bed limping slightly and bends to take out a peculiar looking chest book.

She opens it delicately and in there were few of old dresses and makeup materials, jewelry and photographs.

She took out a blue frock with white floral designs, it still had a faint spring cologne and looked so warm. That's all Eve needed now at the moment- to stay in her mother's embrace.

''I can't anymore ma'' Eve wails silently not letting a sound come out '' even I am a person and I can handle only so much on my own...I wish you've chose to live then save me ...a pathetic existence of a human being...I am not worth anything '' she whispers unconsciously letting out her painful words which were heard by figure standing next to the door with so much guilt.

''Ma ...I want to come to you please'' her words stabbed deeper but the figure standing near the door couldn't handle anymore and just towards Evelyn with silent steps.

''Evelyn honey...how are you? ....Happy Birthday darling '' the figure says with a gently sweet voice Evelyn stayed quiet not uttering a single word '' How do you think I am... mom?'' She asks barely audiable ignoring the wishes she got after the painful silence making the older woman tense for a bit before relaxing '' were you bullied again dear'' the woman asks after noticing the visible blue marks her daughter's skin.

Evelyn sighs before nodding her head not even turning her face once towards the lady who only want nothing to comfort her.

''What are you doing here mrs. Chesterfield?'' Zoe asks walking in with a tray of vanilla milk and biscuits which Evelyn normally has once she gets home.

Sighing the lady turns her focus towards the older woman with a smile '' just wanted to see my niece '' she says glancing at Evelyn was now clutching onto her sister's frock like life depends on it.

''Zoe, how many times have I asked you to call me Molly?'' The woman frowns '' but mrs. Chesterfield that is not professional of me ...and even if its decades working here ...I still wouldn't be to address with you first name afterall we are not in your level'' Zoe says with a strict voice. Molly sighs once again but her hazel brown eyes on her dear niece who was drinking her milk peaceful as if she didn't just death wished awhile ago.

''Where is my Brother in law?'' Molly asks diverting her gaze back to Zoe who was standing straight '' he must be on his way back'' Zoe says checking her wrist watch but looks concern at Evelyn who let out a bitter laugh '' don't you know that father never comes home at this time of the year? '' a prominent frown on her rosy lips at her eyes held no emotion but a blank stare '' every year on the same day he spends it with mom or drowning in his work completely forgetting that a family isβ€” a daughter is waiting for him...or comes home drunk to the brim'' Evelyn laughs again but this time brokenly.

Zoe could hold anymore, she knew, she knew this, after all she worked for this family for a long time. This is such toxic family. With a workaholic father and depressed daughter.

Molly too breaks down; this was her sister's daughter, that Milla said her many dreams of raising a kid, her sister held so many dreams for the future that didn't happen in the first place as wished for.

''Molly, My little Evelyn will be the best and understanding. I just can't wait for her be born and held her close to my chest in my embrace, she will be a brave girl and so so much stronger''

''Indeed so so much stronger '' Molly whispers looking at Evelyn hugging her sister's frock.

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Molly Chesterfield.

Age : 35.

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Finally after so long !!😊

It's just the beginning.

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