#if you point out and mistakes or inconsistencies I’ll grind ur bones into a protein shake slurp slurp bitch

[sweetlydyingempress]

‘Because I’d give it all up for you, but you wouldn’t for me’-Celia St.James

Evelyn’s mind burned with memories as she stared at Celia’s pink stained lips. How did she explain it; how could she begin to describe the pain of being penniless to someone like Celia? Someone who’d never gone hungry, who’d never had to promise themselves that they’d escape. That she would break the cycle and one day she would come home to a kitchen filled with things other than an old pot of rice and beans. It was hard for Evelyn to remember that Celia would never know the embarrassment of coming to school and being told her dress was too short. To have to explain it was all she had and then to go home to experience her fathers rage when told to buy her a new dress.

It was oh so easy for her to forget most days, about her roots and where she been raised. It was easy to push back the memories of her fathers drunken rage and the hands that had always wandered too far. It had been easy to push back the memories of her mothers coughing, of her mother crying and promising Evelyn it would never happen again. She would brush back her hair, she laughed now a days remembering her now coveted blonde locks, promising a better life. A life not filled with the cruel absence of happiness and fear instilled from her father.

It hit Evelyn all at once, the thought racing through her mind. Celia would never know, she would never understand the crippling pain of being without comfort. Evelyn would make sure of it, their relationship be damned. She never wanted Celia to understand her pains or to have to go without.

She’s be damned if she let Celia ever understand her pain. The answer to her previous question hitting her like a truck. She wouldn’t and couldn’t explain those pains to Celia.

So she opened her mouth to spew something else out, knowing later she would regret her words dripping with gasoline and vitriol.