AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I am so so so sorry for the wait! It's the end of the school year, so I've been busy with finals and all. Just a heads up- this chapter is extremely short and I'm sorry. Like I said, extremely busy here. I made this chapter to bump it up so all my loyal readers can see I'm still here updating. The next chapter should be EXTREMELY LONG and will def. satisfy! Thanks all- please read and review!
Lola
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Ten year old Evey Hammond stirred her tea at the table. It was a rainy Saturday, and the streaky windows of her aunt's apartment didn't attribute to any kitsch feeling of warmth. In fact, a feeling of cold had drenched her ever since seeing her mother last, who was attending a political rally on the east side of the country that weekend. Evey watched the fingers of rain rivet down the glass, until it drooped off the window stoop onto ongoing traffic below.
"Do you want to play checkers?" A voice startled her, forcing the tea over the table, spilling onto the floor. It was Juliet.
"Juliet- look what you've done!" Evey cried, kneeling down to pick up the shards of the tea cup. "This is my mother's-"
"Why do you always act like my Mum?" Juliet giggled, despite Evey's seemingly angry face. "You're the one who's always so startled at everything. Mum says you act like a little pigeon, who doesn't trust anyone."
"Your Mum- my aunt…is dumb."
"Dumb?" Juliet snorted. "Do you know what dumb is, little Evey? Did you hear them arguing, eh? Your mum went off to one of those wacko conventions. She better keep her mouth shut, or the fingermen are gonna be after her."
Juliet was a few years elder than Evey, but the blood that splurred out of her palm could have been caused by that of a horrible murderer than that of an angry ten year old girl. Evey had abruptly taken a tea cup shard and punctured in straight in the hand of Juliet. Her red face formed around brown coiled curls as her furrowed brow leaked tears. "Mum- isn't…wacko." She breathed.
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Evey had found herself a phone book, and had looked up the address of her cousin, twice removed, Miss Juliet Shepard. Sixteen year old Evey was wishing to pay a tribute to Juliet, the hard feelings bursting forth again and hardening over it, again and again, like flowing lava from a deep angry pit of her heart.
"I still have the scar." Juliet mumbled, putting tea on the stove. "Never touched a teacup the same again…I guess you never look at something the same once you've been stabbed with it."
"I'm not here to apologize." Evey said placably. "I'm here for an explanation."
"Oh?" Juliet's blue eyes perked up. "Do tell."
"Five years ago, my parents were taken away. You knew about it."
"Yes. Mum and I were questioned. We disaffiliated ourselves with any part of your family. As of now, we're not related." Juliet said coolly.
"Why didn't you help us?" Evey asked.
"Help you? We warned you. We warned you those men would be after you. That's what happens when anyone questions the government." Juliet drew a finger across her pale long neck.
"Your mother was my mother's sister!"
"My mother warned the both of you- and your father and your brother!" Juliet stood. "If you're here to make me feel guilty of anything, Evey, then you're wasting your time!"
"Evey." Evey whispered. Juliet was puzzled, her cheeks flushed an angry shade of scarlet.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You still remember my name." Evey said. She stood up, eyes vacant, and walked out of the apartment.