Sarcastic beauty

Numb

  Evie POV
  I sigh
"Hello, mom."
   She smiles. "Hello, daughter. Do I get a hug?"
She tilts her head in question. I make a face of thinking. Tapping my chin. "How about no," I answered coldly.

I start walking into the kitchen to the fridge. Lucus close behind. "I'm really tired.
Do you mind if we do a rain check?" I ask while I'm looking through the fridge for a water bottle not giving her the time of day which I know will piss her off.

"Fine, I'll make it quick." I can practically feel her glare burning a hole into my back. Yet I don't turn to her as I pull out the apple juice instead.

She growls. "You weren't so nice to kade the other day now weren't you. You need to learn your manners girl."

I fake gasp while opening the cabinet and pulling out a glass. I turn to her with a pout. "Awe I really hope I didn't hurt his little feelings," I say sarcastically. I look down to pour my apple juice ignoring her again.
  "We know that you are something special to Asper. We are watching you, Evie. Asper will pay for his mistakes. So you tell him-" I cut her off before she can continue.
  "Listen here. I. am. not your messenger boy. Ok? Go tell him your self I don't really give a shit. Ooo, send a letter. Hey, maybe you could become pen palls." I smile. I wasn't kidding earlier I'm tired and I want her to leave.

My mom sighed acting like I was the one annoying her. "Just watch your back." She said. "Uh-huh." Is all I say when I sip my apple juice. She rolled her eyes and left.

When the door clicked shut Lucus rounded on me anger evident in his face his eyes darker. "Evie?" He asked trying to dampen the anger in his voice but utterly failing. You can't hide things from your best friend. At least not forever.

I start walking upstairs the apple juice forgotten. "Lucus," I reply letting out all my emotions in one word. Lucus's face softens when he hears my tired voice. He sighs.

We both walk into my room and flop on my bed. Me on my stomach, him on his back. We've spent many nights this way talking about the hard things on our minds. Though sometimes I wouldn't tell Lucus everything.

I sighed again. "Lucus don't get mad ok?" I see him nod and I continue. "My mom called me a few months back saying that she'll see me soon and something else saying it's almost time."

Lucus growls. Loud. He's going to wake up my dad. I thought glumly. I move so I'm half hugging him. I place my face on his chest. "Lucus I'm sorry for not telling you I just...." I pause. "You know why," I answer.

He slowly nods while taking deep breaths. He slips his arms around me hugging me back. "Get some sleep Ev." He whispered. I nod back snuggling further into his warmth. Yes, I still have my swimsuit on but I'm too tired to change. At least I still have on my hoodie. Was my last thought before I fell asleep.

Cold air blew my hair around my face. Chills ran through my body. The bitter cold bites my ears and nose. I look around to see the same forest as the dream before. Another breeze gushes against my back causing me to fold my arms but I feel something hot and sticky. I look down at my hands to find them covered in dark red blood. I look down to find my whole body covered. I stare in shock at the blood soaking my clothes. Making them stick to my skin. I wanted to get it off but if I rubbed it, it would just smear it leaving even more blood. I look around frantically. Where the hell am I. I was about to shout for help when I woke up.

I shoot up from my bed for the second time this week. Covered in once again cold sweat. I sighed running a hand through my hair.
  My face drops as a heavyweight slam on my shoulders. Oh no, why today?

I turn to find Lucus looking at me worried. "Bad dream he asked?"
  I nod. "Butterscotch," I whisper. He nods back. Butterscotch is a code word when I'm in one of my down moods. It's where I feel so numb that I can't find a reason to do anything. I always feel like this on my period but sometimes it happens on random days. I'm so sensitive that if I stepped on a sock I would start crying because I'll feel bad for stepping on it. You know when I said I've only cried when I went to my beach well I lied. Kind of. I don't count when I cry if I'm numb.