"Evelyn! Get up, we're going to be late for Harry Clearwater's
funeral!" I head my overactive mother scream from downstairs.
Then I heard a loud crash. I jumped out of my bed and rushed down
the stairs with my abnormal track team speed. I ran to the room I
had heard the crash echo from, the living room, to see the couch
knocked over, and my mom on the floor on the other side of it.
"Mom!" I screamed as I ran to her side. I grabbed her arm and
helped her up, tucking a piece of stray black hair behind my dark
I pulled her up completely and towered over her, at a height of
5' 9" while she is 4' 7". I got my height from my deceased
father, as you can tell.
My father has been dead for 4 months now. He was attacked by a
bear. Well not attacked, as soon as he saw it he went into shock
and stopped breathing. I brought my hand up to my face to rid my
eye of the devastated tears that glazed over my hazel eyes and
threatened to spill out.
"Mom what the heck happened?!" I yelled at her. Most of the time,
I'm the one who does all the interrogating around here. Since my
dad left us living with my mother has been bloody hell. She
drinks and smokes. And every time I tell her that she could get
cancer and die, she looks at me and says the same thing "At least
I'll be closer to your father." And then pulls another round from
her cancer stick. I have no time to worry about her though, what
with my jobs, yes jobs that keep half of this roof above our
heads while she handles the other half, not well mind you. And of
course there's school. School, fun.
I have a lot of friends at least. I'm the shy girl that knows
when to stick up for others. And of course, I'm tall so people
feel intimidated, which they shouldn't.
Unfortunately, today we're taking a plane out to Washington, this
place called La Push. I used to live there, but we moved when I
was 10, five years ago, to this place called Long Island, New
York. A little town called Bay Shore. We're going to Harry
Clearwater's funeral tomorrow, but taking the plane there today.
My mom is hung over today, so she doesn't seem to understand that
the funeral isn't even today. Fucking idiot. "Nothing! I just had
a bit of a spill, we have to go! Harry Clearwater's funeral is
starting soon!" She exclaimed, slurring her words like usual.
"Mom. MOM! Harry Clearwater's funeral isn't until tomorrow! We're
just going there today to stay with the Clearwater's! Remember,
Sue sent you this card?" I explained going over to the counter
and picking up the neatly decorated invitation to Mr.
Clearwater's funeral. I gave it to her mom and she stared at it
for a couple seconds before placing it on the coffee table next
to us. "Oh. Okay. Well what time is the plane?" She asked me. I
rolled my eyes and grabbed the plane tickets off the coffee
table, holding them up to her dazed face. "10:30am mom." I told
her. I turned around to look at our lime green analog clock on
the wall. "HOLY SHIT! IT'S 9:50AM!" I cursed accidentally. I
didn't have time to see my mothers expression from my cursing,
but if I know my mother well, which I do, she has her lips pursed
and her eyes squinted with her hands on her hips. If she's not
too drunk that is. I ran up the stairs and into my room, grabbing
my 3 suitcases which had all the necessities, clothing, of
course, shoes, makeup that I was being forced to wear for the
funeral, and toiletries. And my laptop, that I got for my
birthday from my father, before he…you know, and my iPod nano. I
don't like big high tech things like iTouch's.
I ran down the stairs and out the door, throwing my bag in the
backseat of the car, a bright yellow Nissan Xterra. I ran back
inside, thankful that I had decided to pack the night before.
Luckily, my mother already had her bags downstairs near the door.
"Is this it?" I screamed to her, making sure we had everything we
needed for our month stay with the Clearwater's. Sue Clearwater
insisted we stayed that long. Just so we could comfort her and
the rest of the family.
And of course she had to guilt us in to staying -___-.
The reason we know the Clearwater's is because I was best friends
with Leah Clearwater up until I had to move, then we kept in
contact, and we STILL do, after five years. I'm so excited to see
Leah again. And even little, chubby Seth. Me and Seth are the
same age, 15, while Leah is now 17.
"Yeah that's all!" She yelled back as she turns all of our
electronics off and runs out behind me, locking the door with her
keys and rushing to the car with me. I threw her bags in the
back as well, and then climbed to the front seat. Mom sat in the
passenger seat as I started the car. No, this isn't illegal
because I have my learners permit and an adult next to me, and
she's hung over!
I sped off towards La Guardia Airport. We rushed out of the car
and to the front desk with out bags. There were many people here,
probably going away for Summer vacation, that started just a week
ago. One less thing I have to worry about. I waited in line,
which was moving surprisingly fast, and when I got to the front,
I quickly pulled out the two tickets to Port Angeles, where Sue
and Leah would pick us up. She grabbed the tickets and I looked
around, not paying attention to what she was doing. I looked
around at the many people, rushing around like me and mother just
were, and children screaming their heads off, probably not
knowing what was going on around them. (A.N.-I'm not sure what
happens when you go to an airport besides you getting on the pain
and going, so I'm just going to skip to when you're on the
When we got on the plane mom fell asleep instantly, but me. I
can't. If I go to sleep I'll have the same dreaded dream of my
dad telling me how much of a waste of space I am. He was always
like that. Telling me that I was never going to amount to
anything and that I am just a simple piece of shit. That's why I
didn't cry at his funeral. Not one tear, not one emotion.
Nothing. It only hit me about a week ago, the fact that my only
father figure, the one that pretty much held this house together,
was officially gone. A part of me was relieved that the verbal
abuse was over, but the rest of me shouted at that small, stupid
part for being so selfish.
That's why I can't sleep on this plane. Because I'll be talking
back to him in my sleep, and then I'll end up crying out when he
hits me for talking. And people will think I'm a psychotic loon.
He drank and smoke, and then when he left us my mom picked up his
"Hello. Would you like something to eat ma'am?" I heard a soft
voice come from behind me after we lifted off. Wow, Evelyn.
Lifted off? This isn't a spaceship dumb ass. I heard my dads
voice tell me off in my head. I shook him out, and then turned to
the Airline Hostess.
"Uhm, yes please. Do you have egg sandwiches?" I squeaked
quietly, making sure to not wake my mother, who was leaning on my
shoulder. The AH (air hostess) nodded and went off to get me one.
(A.N.-Egg sandwiches are breakfast bagels, or croissants that
have fried eggs, cheese, your choice of meat, and whatever else
you want on it. I live for egg sandwiches dude.)
She brought out a sausage, egg and cheese with onions and ketchup
on it to me (mm my favorite, damn I'm hungry), and I gobbled it
down in five minutes. So. Damn. Good.
*4 HOURS LATER*
"Hello passengers, we will be landing in Seattle Washington in 5
minutes, I repeat, 5 minutes." I heard the pilot say into the
mic. I buckled up and nudged mom to wake her up. "Mom. Mommy.
Wake up, we're about to land." I whispered to her in the softest
voice I could manage. She stirred and slowly opened her big,
tired brown eyes. "Morning sleeping beauty." I told her, grinning
No matter what my mom does, smoking and drinking, I still love
her with all my heart. She never hits me like Dad used to.
She smiled widely at me and I got a whiff of her smelly morning
breath. I tried not to breathe as I smiled back, closed mouthed
of course, wouldn't want to get her mouth stench inside of me. I
didn't have the heart to tell her to stop breathing in my face,
because she was slowly making my eyebrows shrivel up.
"Morning Hon… I mean afternoon, what time is it?" She asked,
finally turning away. I finally breathed and looked at the clock
on my laptop (wifi in the sky). "Err.. 2:38pm mum." I told her,
struggling to see the small numbers in the corner of the screen.
I left my glasses in my suitcase instead of my carry-on bag -__-.
"Okay honey." She said sweetly before putting her seatbelt on as
well. Finally, she wasn't hung over and stupid acting like usual.
I still haven't slept by the way. I'm not sleeping until I'm in a
nice comfortable bed, alone in a room where I could shout out and
cry, drowning in my sorrows, alone. I had asked ahead of time if
the room I was staying in was sound proof. And thank GAWD it is.
Sue had asked why, I just told her sometimes I talk in my sleep
and I didn't want to disturb anyone, and she laughed and said
Sue was the sweetest. Before I moved she was like a second mother
to me. Simply amazing how motherly and friendly she was. I could
always feel at home in Sue Clearwater's humble abode.
When we landed I sighed in happiness, and tiredness of course.
We grabbed our carry-on's and walked off the plane. I got a lot
of weird stares of course, because I was in my brown domo
pajamas. Mom just laughed and towed me toward the conveyor belt,
that happily spat out our luggage with a loud THUMP! I shook my
head, grinning at the carelessness of this machine.
I grabbed me and moms maroon luggage and handed her bags to her.
We walked out of the totally-not-crowded airport and waited for
our ride, in broad daylight. Domo pajamas. Domo freaking pajamas.
I couldn't pause for 10 seconds to throw on a pair of sweats and
a tank top? God I'm forgetful. Ey, at least I'm wearing a bra!
30 seconds later, a broken down ford pickup truck pulled up in
front of us. If we weren't standing at the patch of land right
before the sidewalk, we would've gotten hit. But I seemed to
remember Sue's reckless driving, luckily.
She rushed out of the car and to our sides. She was a couple
inches shorter than mom, but still under 5 feet, she had
straight, black hair to the middle of her back, half tied up,
half left down. She was a bony somebody, probably since her
husband died she had neglected eating. She was wearing a pair of
Capri's to right below her knee's, a brown tank top, and brown
tennis sneakers. I smiled at her warmly, showing both sets of my
oddly straight, white teeth. She smiled back, her frown lines
disappearing and her medium brown eyes crinkling up with
happiness. She pulled both me and my mom into hugs, and for a
little lady, she was quite the strong one.
Then, someone stepped out of the car. I looked closely at the
person and my mouth dropped open. "Oh my god! Leah you got so
pretty!" I screamed running to her and pulling her in a tight
hug. She laughed and squeezed me. "Oh my… god… can't.. breathe!"
I yelped trying to loosen her steel grip around my body. "God
Leah, when did you get so strong?!" I asked when she finally let
go and set me back on my feet. She was even taller than me! At 6
feet at the least! "Eh, it came.. Naturally I guess." She said.
Her voice was deeper of course, but musical in a way. She smirked
and her mom slapped her in the back of her head. She didn't
flinch, or blink or anything. Her head didn't even move the
slightest bit under her moms touch. She just turned to her mom
and gave her a look, then turned back to me. She looked me up and
down and laughed. "Yeah yeah, yuck it up. Domo is dope though!" I
exclaimed crossing my arms over my chest. She started laughing
harder and everyone turned toward her. Of course, Leah had to
draw attention when I'm in Domo pj's.
When she finally finished laughing she grabbed me and moms bags
in her hands and put them in the trunk. Sue motioned us toward
the car and me and Leah sat in the back seat, chatting up a storm
about our lives away from each other. She told me about how much
bigger Seth got, said he was 6' 6", but I didn't believe her. No
possible way chubby little Sethy-poo was 6' 6".
When we finally got to the house, after 30 minutes, we heard
laughing and carrying on inside the house. I perked up at the
thought of meeting new people, but realized I couldn't get to
close to them, for we're leaving in a month. "SETH! GET OUT HERE
AND HELP EVELYN AND JACKIE WITH THEIR BAGS!" Sue screamed. "Oh
no, no, no, we got it." I told her. "Ahh, Evelyn, still the same
'anything you can do I can do better' attitude kind of girl." I
heard a raspy voice speak from behind me. I turned around quickly
to see an amazingly tall boy, with pitch black short, messy hair.
He was perfect. Somewhat bushy eyebrows, long eyelashes, medium
brown eyes, a skinny nose and full lips. High cheekbones, and
beauty marks sprinkled across nose, cheeks, and chin. He
He was so beautiful he was almost fictitious. "H-hi Evelyn. Good
to see you again." He stuttered staring into my eyes. I heard a
gasp from behind me, but was too engulfed in this beautiful
persons eyes digging into my soul. Time froze, the only thing I
could see was this strange boy. "You.. You know me?" I said
slowly. He laughed and came closer to me. My heart sped up at the
sound of his amazing, booming laugh, and then it skidded to a
violent stop and sped up even more as he came closer to me. "You
don't remember me, Ev? Seth Clearwater?" He said looking down at
me. My eyes widened as I looked him up and down, my mouth forming
a perfect O.
"Dude.. You're HUGE! You're so tall.. And skinny.. And MUSCLEY
now!" I exclaimed staring at his upper body as it pushed against
the thin material of his shirt. TAKE IT OFF SETH. TAKE IT
OFF. I screamed in my head. He laughed and I felt abnormally
warm, strong arms wrap around my upper body, pulling me closer to
his body. I felt the outlines of his body through his shirt and
my heart sped up even more, if that was even possible. I
unconsciously breathed in his earthy scent. It was like.. The
forest and something else.. Something I couldn't quite put my
I suddenly felt his soft lips on my cheek and I immediately
blushed a deep red. I'm dark skinned, because I'm African
American and Blackfoot Indian, so for me to actually blush? Damn.
I let my head hang low and my shoulder length black hair fall
over my warm face. Leah laughed a throaty I-told-you-so kind of
laugh. I pulled a hand through my hair and glared at Leah. She
immediately stopped and coughed awkwardly.
"Okay than… should we get inside?" Sue asked even more awkwardly.
I smiled embarrassingly and nodded. Seth walked past me and I
breathed in his scent again. I crossed one arm over my stomach
and held my right arm, biting my lip. What has gotten into
you? I heard my dad ask. I don't know dad. I don't
fucking know. I told him. And then, as always, he inflicted a
mental pain in me for talking back to him in such a rude manner.
I dropped down to my knee's and held my head, and in a flash my
mom was next to me, holding my hand as my father made the pain
worse in my head. She knows about it, and everyday she prays to
god to make the pain caused by my dad stop.
I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, avoiding screaming and drawing
attention to myself. Oh, you don't want to scream?!
Okay! He screamed in my mind and then I felt like something
was squeezing at my heart and ribs.
"AAAHHHHHH!!" I screamed at the immense pain.
He's never caused this much pain before.
"EVELYN!" I heard Seth scream as he rushed to my side. He grabbed
me in his arms and held me. The pain immediately subsided. Did
Seth do that? Did he end my pain with his soft yet strong touch?
I felt an arm under my leg and I felt myself being lifted up. I
looked up and saw Seth looking down at me, intensely. My breath
caught in my throat at his intense gaze. He started walking and
all I could see was him. I felt him sit down, me still in his
warm arms. "Are you okay?" He asked me frantically. "Y-yeah… just
a little h-headache." I lied. He looked extremely worried. Though
it was cute how his eyebrows scrunched together and his bottom
lip softly pushed out. Unconsciously, I reached up and touched my
hand against his soft face. Seth's large hand reached up and held
mine. Then I heard a gasp. I unwillingly ripped my eyes away from
his and looked around the room. Eight large boys sat staring at
us with extremely wide eyes and knowing smiles on their faces.
The huge guys had startled me with their immense sizes. "SHIT!" I
screamed as I rolled off of Seth and onto the floor, face first.
Everyone bursted out laughing except for Sue, my mom, and Seth.
Sue and my mom where shaking their heads at my language.
I even heard my dads deep laugh in my head. Seth bent down
quickly and picked me up again, setting me next to him and
holding my hands in his. "You okay?" He asked caringly. I nodded
and smirked. "Awwww look who impr-" Before the huge guy could
finish, Seth reached over and punched him in the face. I heard a
loud crack and I gasped, staring at the guy. "WHAT THE HELL
SETH?! Dude are you okay?!" I asked the guy. Seth looked hurt,
but I didn't care, he just broke this guys nose!
Everyone laughed like they knew something I didn't, and Seth
grabbed my hand pulling me back down next to him. I actually
hadn't realized I was standing. "Dude no, seriously what the fuck
was that? You just broke his nose and you guys are laughing?!" I
screamed pulling my hand away from him.
"Little lady, it's fine. He heals.. Quickly." One of the guys
said, resting a hot hand on my shoulder. I gaped at his large
hand that fit around my entire shoulder, and then some. I made a
weird noise that sounded like "huuuuuu" and pulled back from his
grip. "Why are you so warm?!" I whispered furiously. Everyone in
the room heard me though, except my mom and Sue. "Eh, it runs in
our blood I guess." He said. I looked up at the ceiling, sighing
and biting my lip. "Shit. I need a shower." I cursed before
getting up and running out of the room. I just needed an excuse
to get out of the room in all honesty.
"WAIT WAIT WAIT! How do you run so fast?!" Someone screamed after
me. I ran back into the living room with a confused look on my
"Eh, it runs in my blood I guess." I mimicked him. I winked and
then turned around, hearing booming laughter. I even heard a
I ran upstairs and just as I was about to enter my door, someone
grabbed my arm. I slowly turned around and looked down to see
Emily Young. "Oh my god Emily!" I screamed. I opened my arms and
wrapped her in a huge hug. I haven't seen Emily Young since I was
10! "Dude! I haven't seen you in forever what are you doing
here?!" I exclaimed as I let her go. "Oh, I live down the road
Lyn! And I'm engaged to Sam! And GOSH I missed you!" She answered
smiling hugely. Emily had a huge set of scars on the whole right
side of her body. I sure don't remember that!
I decided not to be rude, so I looked straight into her eyes and
smiled. "Wow Em! I gotta meet this Sam dude!" I said grinning
hugely at the fact that my favorite god sister has found love.
She let out a laugh and looked down at her feet smiling. "Alright
Evelyn… but you kind of just did. The guy downstairs that put his
arm on your shoulder? Yeah…that was sorta him." She said looking
up at me and blushing. My eyes immediately widened and I blushed,
embarrassed at my rudeness. "Oh…oops." I said smiling sheepishly.
She laughed and bent over, slapping her knee. I laughed with her
and when we finally finished she hugged me again. "Alright, get
ready we're going to a campfire in honor of Harry Clearwater."
She whispered to me. I immediately frowned at the thought of
Harry's death. So sad how he could just have a heart attack in
the middle of nowhere.
I've had my skepticisms about his death, because he's always been
extremely healthy on-the-go Mr. Clearwater.
I let go of my thoughts as I hopped into the shower. The hot
water steamed up the bathroom quickly, along with my head,
clearing all thought and worries. The shower is my get a way. I
never get headaches from my dad in the shower, no matter how hard
he tries. And trust me he tries.
I got out of shower and washed my face and brushed my teeth.
"Wooh. Fresh!" I said to myself. I walked out of my bathroom and
into my main room. Someone had brought up all of my suitcases and
set them in a neat pile on my bed. I opened my bedroom door.
"THANK YOU TO WHOEVER BROUGHT UP MY SUITCASES." I screamed
downstairs. "You're so very welcome Ev." I heard a deep voice say
from right next to me.