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How I met my heaven

This is Evan's POV

It so dark in here that I can hardly see anything.This is an old house,I guess. The paint was faded and everything was covered in dusts and spider webs. I think I know this place, it looks just like my old house…

“Tell me if its true!” I heard someone talking and the place suddenly lightened up.

“Tell me, you bitch!!!” that threatening voice again. It’s a man’s voice. Someone else was sobbing, a woman.

No way.

I rushed towards those voices. This is not happening. I turned right at the corner and entered the living room.

“Stop right there you little bastard!” that man’s voice shot at me and felt like someone just choked me.I found myself froze at the place. The man’s face was hidden in the dark. He was holding a gun in his hand and pointed the barrel to the woman’head, who was trembling in his other arm, sobbing gradually.

”One more step and I swear I’ll kill her!” that raging voice of the faceless man resounded as he pressed the gun harder as if he was going to pull the trigger.

“No,I beg you,please let Evan go..” the woman talked in tears. I can felt it. How did she know my name?

The light turned on as my question flashed through my head.

“..mom?” I stammered. That man was my dad.

“Run,Evan! Take Helen with you!” My mother shouted at me.No way am gonna leave her back.

“Shut up you fucking bitch!”he shaked her violently, pressed the barrel harder on her head.”You wil do as I say,Evan! Or I’ll shoot her!”

“No! Let my mom go!” I rushed forwards. There’s no way I’m gonna let this happen again! I will kill him instead.

“No, Evan!!!” I heard my mom shouted desperately.

“Shut up!”My father shouted back at her as his finger bent suddenly.

“No!!!” My voice lost in that exploding sound, everything turned black.

“No! No! NO! Mom! Mom!!! Where are you???” I shouted in the dark, trying to find my way to her. All in the sudden,I felt into something like a swamp and started to sink slowly.

“Run, Evan, run..” my mom’voice resounded again.

“Mom! Where are you? Mom! MOM!” I desperately tried to grab on something but there was nothing there.

“She is dead.” A growling voice suddenly spoke up.

“No!Mom! Can you hear me?” I stopped moving in that swamp-like surface, shouted again. That voice did not exist.

“You killed her, Evan!” a dark figure appeared in front of me and started to walk towards my direction.

“No, I did not!”I yelled back at that figure.

“Yes,you did, you little bastard..”That thing approached me, tried to push my shoulder down.

“No!!!” I tried to grab that thing’s wrist or anything that was trying to push me. But everytime I touched it, it turned into black smoke and evaporated  from my hands.

“You killed her!”its claws pressed on my skin and pushed me down violently.

“No!!!”

“Evan! Evan!Are you ok?” Someone shook me as that figure faded into the air and left me staring at the black ceiling of my room, trying to catch my breath again.My heart was racing in my chest.

“Helen?” I turned my head and saw my little sister’worrying face.

“Are you okay? What happen?”

“Nothing, just a nightmare about I’m falling down a cliff” Better not tell her.

“Both you and I know you stop dreaming about it since you went to highschool,Evan.” She cocked her eyebrows,scowled at me. “You dream of that again, weren’t you?.”

I looked at her, decided not to say a thing.

“It’s not your fault, Evan”Helen wiped the sweat on my forehead with her palm.

“No, it was my fault. If I did not told him about mom, she wouldn’t  been killed.” I grabbed her wrist, put it down slowly.

“It was an accident.Stop blaming yourself” Helen stared at me.

I patted her head.” I get it.Go back to sleep”

I don’t want to think about it right now.

“I won’t leave you like this.”She shaked her head at me.

“You have to go to school tomorrow, come on.” I stood up and pulled her left arm.

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I uploaded some poems I wrote last night,after that sick dream. I couldn’t fall asleep again so I sneaked out and climbed up my tree house, tried to write something. I waited a bit, reloaded the poem page again to see if anyone is reading. Every author do that, don’t blame me.

This is boring, everybody I knew here on Wattpad seems to disappear at the moment. Great. Helen will not be back until 6.00. How am I gonna spend the rest of the day without someone to talk to?

I couldn’t remember how I end up wandering on Wattpad’s Romance Stories Category.

Well,I guess everybody have cheesy moments sometimes.

Jeez,look at those names and views, girls are so much into it. How could they manage to live with those fantasies everyday? I mean, those stories are full of scenes that only exist on the screen or in human’s brains. What’s the point of steeping into that and forget all about everything else?

And don’t talk to me about the drama. It’s scary enough for me to get the heck out of here and bang myself into a wall instead.

What I did see, can never be deleted.

Ever.

The flashing reflect of that black metal thing, the exploding sound,the thick,red liquid slowly trailing on the ground… I can literally see in in front of my eyes,once again when things around me slowly blurring away.

And it was all because of me. If I did not say the thing,it would be different by now. My mom would still be here and my little sister would not become an orphan.

I was a coward. I helped that ass kill my mother, no, I killed my mother.

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I recognized that I’ve been staring at the laptop screen since I can’t remember. What’s that pinky cover at the no.1 slot? Looks like a fricking strawberry sticked on the page.

10,000,000 reads. Girls.

 I felt curious about that story, only 30 pages in the meantime and somehow the author,if I might say, got that much read. It must have something different about it,look at the other books, 5 million views took at least 90 pages as a repay.

I found my finger moved on the touchpad of my laptop and click on the title of it.

I never read more than one chapter of any story from this Category.  They are all the same,if this pinky thing, whatever its name was, is another echoed-writing  version of any mass produced romance movie, I think I should quit wandering on this category for the rest of my life.

Fuck it, wifi. Why does it take so long to load a single page?

Okay, there it goes…

The girl seems to be different since she was not over Alex Pettyfer and Chace Crawford as anyone else in this site. Believe me, there’s at least 1 in 5 stories in here have Alex Pettyfer or Chace Crawford  as casts. (No offense, guys)

Ok,so I think I could survive another chapter.

JulesRocks.

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I was wrong.

This is no more than a modern combination of all classic novels in the world.That’s not even mention the unbelievable cheesy stuff in there. How could it even manage to get to no.1 by the way? This is absolute non-sense.

Got to see if this chick is normal…

I clicked and made it to this JulesRocks’s profile.

After spending a while to scrutinize both her self-bio and her message board to find any sign of mental disorder, I gave up. She seems to be a very interactive author, look at those fans, how could she be patient enough to read all of those messages?

Girls are weird. Really.

I guess this is the kind of situation that I have to do something to make clear of this meaningless phenomena.  And she’s online.How come?

Here comes darkpoet_001 to the mission…

“Your story is really girly,don’t you think? It is not good,if you ask me. I do not understand how it is so famous, its plot is not original at all.”

I smirked with the screen,wonder if the girl gonna pop off into million pieces of those pinky sticky stuff…Like strawberries.

There’s the notification.Wow, she even wrote on my message board. Someone must have pissed off. Girly.

I clicked on the message icon immediately. I should be something good enough to make my day.

“..there was no need to be so rude..”

I found myself smirked at the screen,again.I did get on her nerves, absolutely. This is even funnier than I’ve thought. I got you, girl.

“Touched a nerve? ;)” My hands typed on the key with light speed. Better not let the fun slipping away.

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At that time I did not know i've met my one and only.

But that's a different story.