Evil Eyes

A Chapter by Raven

Second chapter

My name, well that’s not important, now is it?
But, if you really want to know, it’s Arya.
And, I can bet your bottom dollar you’re thinking, “Now, why would a mother name her child that?”

Simple actually, my mother wanted a different name for me, not Julia, or Emily, or even Victoria.

It’s quite odd when you’re biological parents, the ones who are suppose to love each other on end, suddenly split when you’re so young, can barely remember what your birth father looks like.
My younger sister, Ayame was born less than four years after my birth, we’re forty months apart, I don’t think we could be closer.

My mother then married Alexander Hoffan, who is the man I blame for the pain and suffering in my life.
He had three children form his first marriage, Skyler, Elizabeth and Christian.
I don’t believe he ever laid a hand on them.

I suppose you want a detailed description about myself correct?
Well, that would be quite hard to say, because all in all, how can I describe myself, when I don’t even know myself?

I can give you physical details easily, mental details, you must know me.
My hair, which is dark brown, hangs shoulder length, my eyes, are a light hazel, but at time, when I cry or when I’m sad, they turn a deep shade of blue.
How odd is that?

Not at all, as my mother would say back when I was younger, I still remember her smiling and humming as she brushed my hair for Sunday morning church, I can still smell the perfume she wore, how it smelled like cotton candy.

That was before, drugs took over and destroyed her life, to where she never cared about the two children that she had.
Such memories as that, are quite rare to me now.

I can still remember when I first met Alexander, how he had been such a gentleman to my mother and I, I remember how his son, who had stared at me so strangely.
I remember the dress my mother made me wear, it was white, with frills and lace, I can remember how it made me itch, oh how I despised that dress.

So, here I sat, in the living of the house that I, Skyler, my sister Ayame, my step-sister Elizabeth, better known as Gwen and Christian, along with the two adults, Alexander and my mother, Melinda.

I love them all dearly, all but Alexander.

I sat there, with Skyler and Ayame, Ayame had some type of cartoon on, if I’m not mistaken, I believe it was Spongebob Squarepants, we had always loved that show, all of the children in this house really.

I was glad today was Friday, I wore long sleeves to cover the bruises that Alexander had put there the night before, I adored the shirt I was wearing, it had originally been stark white, but then I tye-dyed it with black, so now, my shirt was gray with big black splotches on it.
The reason why I was glad that the date was Friday, was because, today, Alexander would work late, Fridays, were the days I felt safe.

Around eight pm that night, I was still seated in the living room, watching some kid movie, my knees pulled up to my chest, I heard the front door open. I felt my heart catch in my throat, “Oh God, oh God, oh God” I thought, he looked at me, his dark brown eyes reflected nothing but evil.