it's 12.34am, evangeline had just checked the clock above the kitchen cupboards.

she is still writing out chemical equations, and wondering why it's necessary for her to memorise the equation of a precipitate.

but how could she focus when the only thing that is on her mind is why harry isn't home yet, and what happened to him.

nothing went wrong, he just started avoiding her.

she did miss the feeling of his warm hands and his lips upon her own.

why is it fair that he can make me worry for him, but i am never on his mind anymore? she thought.

but she guessed he knew, that she was just a child, and he could not bring her into his world.

bringing a pen into her palm, she slid it through the grip of her slight digits.

evangeline pulled a blank sheet of working paper towards her and starts to trace a phrase repeatedly into the paper.

"i am just a child, he is a man, and we will never be anymore, we will never be."

for evangeline, did not think any thoughts as she wrote, only the thought of how much of an influence he had on her and how he had barely done anything, crossed her mind.

for gods sake evangeline, you aren't even dating.

she sighed, all she really wanted was to feel loved, for the first time in her life, she thought he really did care for me, but then she guessed maybe not.

she picked up her pencils and jammed them back into her pencil case that was already packed to the brim.

thinking twice, she decides to leave her things on the kitchen counter and pack it all up at once, tomorrow morning, before school.

she slips gently onto her toes, stepping slowly across the carpet.

her feet carry her past the theatre room, where he touched her for the first time; where she was touched for the first time.

"faster daddy"

the memories come back, fast.

oddly enough they hurt her, but she smiled at the feeling of him, but ached at the feeling of not having him.

she remembers what he said to her yesterday night, that he was going to hurt someone.

evangeline sat and pondered about what secrets he was keeping from her.

she was never a curious girl, she knew not to press an issue after someone had shut it down. but she just couldn't help but wonder.

she stood up slowly and walked towards the staircase,

she climbs the stairs slowly, oddly enough she could hear these soft italian melodies ringing in her ears and everything started to feel so surreal, and detached

a little doe-eyed, thick-thighed doll, on an icy ivory staircase of only the finest architecture, il fiore del casa.

but she is here, not in a 50s film, where the girl finds her happiness and falls head over heels in love with her prince charming. she may never find a "cassio" or "antonio" but she found a harry and that was good enough for her.

but he didn't find her.

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she stands at the top of the staircase, drowning in her thoughts, and when the familiar jingle of keys clicks open the door, she's released from her state of elusiveness.

he's home.

evangeline watched as he stumbles through the door, his white button down, opened to reveal his god-like collar bones. the collar is stained with red.

at first she thinks it's blood.

but it isn't.

she sees a leggy blonde giggle and latch herself onto his arm and traipse through the room, how sickening and fake, evangeline thinks.

"harry" the woman's high-pitched voice echoes, "are you sure no one's home"

"just my sister and her friend, but they're asleep. don't worry" his voice is cold and empty, for evangeline had never heard him speak like that.

she watches as he slips his fingers under the woman's blouse, and evangeline feels dirty- watching in on something she is not supposed to see - the woman whispers to him again.

"is your sister's friend the one you keep talking about?"

what?

"that 'angelina' one?"

he pulls back from her roughly and looks her dead in the eyes.

"it's evangeline"

she cackles evilly, "don't get so defensive, she's just your sister's friend."

then she pauses bringing a sharp red stiletto nail to her cleft chin.

"unless harry's got a crush on her" she smirks at him. "do you?"

"piss off, she's just a little girl, annette"

and that moment was the moment she let a single heavy tear drip down her unflawed skin,

and that moment was the moment she decided to get out of this damn house, and leave behind her memories of harry.

he had taken her first kiss, her first real contact with another, her heart and she would not let him take away her dignity.

she dips her slight hand into her shirt pocket and retrieves her phone, quickly she dials a number, listening to the ringing before she hears steady breathing on the other side of the line.

"nonna, i'm coming home, can you come get me."

evangeline whispers into the phone, hoping her nonna can take her back to the place she grew up, without my mother.

"si bambina, where are you"

"35 haven lane" she spoke softly as little tears tickle the bottom of her chin

"i'm coming, mia caro, wait for me"

"grazie nonna, ti amo"

"likewise eva" her loving voice speaks a final time.

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