Come Make Me

Evelyn

I woke up because of the alarm and as i sat up i noticed the empty space next to me. Anthony Smith, my husband is almost never home..i got down from the bed and walked towards the bathroom.after freshening up i went to the kitchen to make breakfast for Mark, my son.. i made his favourite blueberry pancakes.. after that i went to wake him up but being the good boy he is, he was already up and was in the shower.. i took out his school uniform amd said that the breakfast is ready so he should come to the dining table. he yelled "okay mommy" from inside and i went to the kitchen again to make myself a cup of coffee..

Anthony wasn't home. it wasn't new to me. why would he be home when i live here and he hates me.. one mistake and I'm in this living hell. the only good thing about this was Mark..my son. he's the only one who loves me here..and because of him I'm still alive.. I was thinking about all of these things when mark's sweet voice called me out making me come back to reality.. i looked at him, he's 7 years old. and it's almost been 8 years I'm here in this hell.

"mom, I'm ready" he said and i looked at him. smiling at my son as he sat on the table..his blue eyes shining bright when he saw the breakfast. it was his favourite after all..

"blueberry pancakes?" mark excitedly said as he started eating his breakfast.

"It's soo good, mommy" he said between his bite making me smile.. nowadays he doesn't call me 'mommy' that much.. so when he does, it just makes my heart melt.. mom sounds beautiful but mommy is a bit special to my heart..

After he was done eating, he took his bag and

I kissed his forehead then he walked towards the door.. the driver, Danny was waiting for him to take him to school.. he left and the house started feeling empty.. i went to my room to get ready for my coaching class.. forgot to tell you that I'm a teacher..

Well, it's not too much of a big deal. There's a coaching centre near our house and since i love teaching,, I decided to join there as a teacher.. I'm there since mark was four.. it's been three years.. the place isn't that big. But my colleagues and the students are really amazing.. i feel alive when I'm working there..

I wore a white sundress with floral print on them. It was simple and comfortable for me.. a little bit of makeup.. I'm not really a fan of makeup though. It's not like i don't like it.. it's just that i don't know how to do it .. i remember once i had tried to follow the tutorial from YouTube and i swear i got a jump scare when I looked in the mirror.. people are talented who can do it perfectly. That was the last time I tried to wear makeup.. it was when my life was still better.. nowadays I don't feel like it..

After i reached there, everyone greeted me.. i had walked here. It's too close to use a car so most of the time i come here walking.. after chit chatting with the teachers i went to take my class.. the classes were good.. the students are really attentive and listen to me well.. after the classes were done, i started walking back to my home..

I was walking without looking around but then i heard a voice and froze. I knew this voice.. i turned my left and saw a girl standing there. At that moment i felt like the whole world crashed on me.. Jennifer, my best friend..no..not my best friend.. ex-best friend..

She was looking pretty as always, her face radiant and the soft beauty she had is now replaced with a confident aura.. i felt dull in front of her.. she was always the prettiest one..you know they say there's always a pretty one in two best friends? She's that pretty one..

i felt like suddenly i couldn't breathe.. she wasn't supposed to be in the city now. Does that mean she's back for good? A very weird sense of guilt,shame, and fear surrounded me.. i turned around and quickly walked away.. i didn't want to face her now.. not ever. God please don't let me meet her.. i can't go through the same pain again..

I reached home and closed the door hurriedly.. my hands were shaking..i broke down crying there.. i felt the shameful glances towards me again.. i got up and walked towards my room and locked myself.. i hid myself under the blanket. The past is haunting me again..