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Chapter 1
Moving to a small town in Connecticut was going to suck for a New York girl like me. But my mom seemed happy about getting away from the city's craziness that I loved, so I figured I'd give it a shot.
We arrived at my new house, late that dark night. It wasn't a very long drive, but New York City was a hard place to get out of, especially in a U-Haul filled with our belongings.
Then it was just Mom and I on the open road; just us in our new house.
My dad was a jerk, and a drunk. He left before I could get the chance to meet him. Before I could hate him and be afraid that he would hurt us, like how my mom constantly felt when he was still around.
I swept my dark red hair away form my pale face, and took a glance at the huge, white house. Inside looked dark and eerie; the complete opposite of our apartment in New York.
"Jesus," I breathed. "Isn't it a bit big for just the two of us?" I looked over to my mother.
"It's cheap, has a huge yard, and is tucked away from any neighbors. It's just what we need," she responded happily, a smile on her face from ear to ear, her blue eyes glistening in the moonlight.
Yeah, I thought, what you need. Not me.
"Who cares if there are some empty rooms?" she continued. It's better than a cramped apartment. Just try to give it a chance, Eva."
"Sure," I mumbled, a bit sarcastically. But the truth was, as long as she was happy, I didn't mind.
That night we left our stuff in the U-Haul, and crashed on whatever bed we could find. It was pretty comfortable, except for the occasional creaking. I imagined Mom was looking around, not able to hold in her excitement until morning.