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Evie Queen
Strength, beauty, and arrogance was what she was taught. From day one it has always been those three things she was to live by. There was no option but those if she wanted to be loved.
The room was bright pink covered in beautiful furniture and paintings. It was similiar to what one imagined a,... Princess's room would look like. Though it was a void of true lif of any type of toy, children's book, or mess. It held no personality of the resident. The view shifts to a young girl and a woman sitting by a vanity desk.
"Mother why do I need makeup? I thought natural beauty is true beauty," questioned a 7 year old Evelyn as her mother applied thick layers of foundation to her face.
"Only those who are truly ugly say that to cover up the fact no one in society accepts them," Her mother, Ebony E. Queen, replied snottily and straight to the point.
Evelyn frowned only getting one part of what her mother said. "Am I ugly momm-ther," she stuttered out. She was met with a harsh slap across the face.
"What have I told you about calling me that disgusting name Evelyn," she loudly scolded. Evelyn held her stinging cheek for a moment before answering a mumbled reply of, " It is what the weak call those who need to take care of someone to feel strong... And those that say it are the trash of the Earth."
"Good now sit still and to answer your question yes, you are ugly," she said like it was very obvious. Evelyn deflated slightly regressing into her mind as her mother continued to add layer on layer of makeup.
'Mother says it's weak to want to help others or ugly not to wear artificial beauty but I know it's not true.' The memory seemed to end there.
Evie P.O.V
As Evie sat up she looked around her room it was still the same as eight years ago. Though she was not like her room that seemed the same. Unlike it she had aged. She had to grow up quickly after she was thrown into the cold water that is reality head first and blind. She became a hostesses, a more refine term for prostitute at the age of 9 once she mastered the true elegance of a hostess. Being a hostess seemed better though due to controled environment and regular customers who showered the girls in gifts, but its still trading sex for money and it hurt that she meant that little to her mother.
Evie sat up rolling back her strawberry pink quilt back. As she got up she glanced at the clock. 5:00 she headed into the bathroom connected to her room taking a warm shower. After showering she quickly dried her hair then head to her room to put on her favorite outfit even though it was school she liked to look the best she can. Once dressed she finished doing her hair by straightening her deep blue hair with ease and then curled the ends into tight ringlets spraying them with high quality hairspray. She then added her trademark braid crown to her forehead. She grabbed a deep purse filled with makeup of all shades and types neatly packed and organised by shade and other necessities to be ready for anything. She grabbed her key before heading out the window and locking it.
Trading her keys for her phone she noticed the time was now 7:08. Just after she slid her phone back into it's rightful pocket in her purse she heard her friends walkup the last flight the escape which groaned with every step.
"Took you long enough," she complained standing up and patting of the imaginary dust covering her bottom. She then looked up at them taking in their appearances only to frown. Jay and Carlos where bruised and ruffled. 'I'll have to take care of that when we get to the gas station,' she thought to herself already thinking of what they would need to cover up their abrasions. Mal on the other hand seemed perfectly fine, though Evie knew she was wearing the basics of makeup that Evie taught her.
Carlos apologized taking the blame. It truly hurt Evie to see him apologize for being abused when its not his fault. Sometimes Evie wished she could trade places so he could be strong and protect himself to some extent.
Jay's silence made her heart ache every second he was silent. She remembered the time when he used to grin in seventh grade he was known for being so happy-go-lucky. Now he faded and regressed because of his mother's death and his father instability.
Mal was the strongest out all of them not matter what they thought of Evie, Mal was the true survivor after the hell she constantly lives through she is the strongest. Evie knew that only Mal saw her break down one time after a bad night at the club. Mal was like a sister helping Evie through a panic attack. These guys where her one and only true family and nothing was going to change that.
