My seven werewolf daddies

Chapter 1: Evelyn

Evelyn p.o.v.

The rainwater drops down from the cracked ceiling and falls on the broken bowl, making a weird sound...Drip-Drop, drip-drop.

" Drip-drop, drip...", I repeated slowly, staring down at it, still sitting above the stairs of my basement, exactly where she had left me.

I don't want to make her angry. Adults look scary when they shout.

But my mamma didn't...she never did, even if she screamed at me, I laughed. She looked funny like a little clown. Not George though, he always looked scary, and whenever he shouted, he looked like some ugly ghost.

But I still missed him. He was my mother's husband. And maybe my father, I don't know. He never let me call him Dad, even though he paid for my school and attend every parent's meeting, and also always came to see my baseball match whenever Mamma couldn't because of her double shifts in the club.

She looked so cool when she makes those colorful drinks. I'd watched her once from the window...Mamma was beautiful. I clenched my legs tightly to my chest, resting my head over my knee..not anymore though, her face, it'd become so blue. She looked scary and ugly...all blue like some alien.

And George...he'd turned pale, and that white surf-like thing from his mouth, ew. It'd made me puke right there. I sighed, I'd to clean up that mess I'd made, I thought Mamma and George would be angry once they'll woke up and see that I'd vomited on the floor.

That's why I'd clean that up. But they never woke up...even after I clean up my room; Mamma didn't like when I left my tiny room dirty. So I thought, it would make her happy, and she will wake up. She didn't.

So, I cleaned the living room too, and then their bedroom...also the kitchen. I even made cereal for them. But they just hadn't woken up.

At last, I cleaned George's face...that dirty white surf of his mouth started to stink...Mamma, started to stink. But no matter how much I cleaned them up with wet towels...no matter how much I tried to make them happy by behaving like a good girl and doing all of my work.

They just hadn't opened their eyes...for days.

I sniffed and wiped my nose and tears from the long sleeves of my sweater. I'm stupid. If only I'd tried harder, then those men with blue uniforms and dangerous faces wouldn't have taken them like some garbage, stuffed in that ugly yellow bag.

Mamma didn't even like yellow color, she said yellow clothes always made her look like a mango. I giggled remembering that face she had made when George gifted her that yellow jacket.

Later he told me he'd stolen that jacket from a mall. It was our little secret, he even taught me how to steal and break locks. It was cool.

But when I told Zeus and Dimitri; my best friends, they both get angry and made me promise that I'll never steal again. I promised. But I stole again anyway, never going to tell them that.

I missed them both...Wait, I tilted my head up, suddenly remembering something, today is Saturday, right? We had a match this evening! I'd almost forgotten.

Blinking the tears from my eyes I looked at the pink plastic watch around my wrist, it's old and broken from the side...but it still showed the correct time. And that's all matter.

It's four...and judging the dim light coming from the hopper window of this dark small basement...it's still day. Match was going to start at three...I'm not too late. Yes.

I hurriedly stood up and banged on the locked wooden door, " OPEN THE DOOR.", I shouted, hoping Aunt Melanie would hear me and open the door.

She had locked me here since morning, saying some guests are coming and it will be better if I stay here and keep quiet.

But it's been hours now, and I also want to pee so..." Please...open the door.", I screamed again.

No response.

I keep banging on the door, louder and louder until I finally heard some footsteps coming closer. I stopped, standing straight, my eyes glued to the brown wooden door as I heard a jingle of some keys. My toes curled, it's getting harder to control while standing. Ugh, open it already. I don't want to pee on my trouser. I am a big girl now.

The knob turned and then suddenly the door burst open, but before I could step back it had already hit my nose, the harsh impact made my body fall from the stairs.

I rubbed my nose, trying to sit back but it felt like the cold floor is grasping me back to it. I took deep long breaths. It was nothing... it's alright. Everything is alright. They were just five stairs and an old wooden door. It doesn't hurt.

No. It does. But I don't have time to cry. I blinked my eyes up, the sudden light coming from the open door made my eyes hurt and blur. I rubbed my face and stood up, a tall broad man is covering the entire door, but there is a little space between his legs.

And that's all I needed.

Without wasting any time, I stood up...my back still hurting, but I ran anyway. Just when I thought I'd escaped that dark basement his strong hand gripped my sweater and pulled me back...I rolled down the stairs, falling at the same spot I'd started.

" Where do you think you are going?", he shouted, footsteps coming closer. His shoes made a dangerously loud sound, making me want to run far away. He reminds me of George.

" Owe...", I whimpered as I felt a sharp pain at the side of my belly. No, he is not like George, George never kicked at me with his shoes on.

Tears started to tumble out of my eyes on their own, just like these raindrops from the cracked ceiling. But there is no broken bowl to collect it. So I wiped them on my own, again, with the sleeves of my sweater.

" I'd a match today...", I mumbled, peering up at his scary dark face.

And he started laughing at me now, " Your parents just died and you want to play?"

" They are not dead.", I glared at his stupid chuckling face, " They are just asleep.", I muttered lowly, looking down at the ground now. They are not dead. They are not. They are not...

" And that's what you thought for five days when their bodies were rotting, right there."

I looked back at the place he was gesturing, a small old couch under the hopper window, it looks weird without its brown leather cover. Aunt Melanie had removed that cover and cleaned this basement yesterday...after they took Mamma and George away, in that stupid plastic bag.

" How had you managed to live in that smell, girl...", he taunted again.

I hate him. I don't know why Aunt Melanie married him. Maybe for the same reason, mamma married George? Who knows...I don't care. I just want to play.

Standing up from the floor, I again tried to run away...but he again stopped me, picked me up from my sweater like I am some weightless ball, and threw me on the floor.

" Just let me go, Zeus and Dimitri are waiting for me," I whined and wiggled, when he clenched my throat tightly, it hurts.

" You're going nowhere.", he shouted at my mouth, voice so harsh that I felt my ears bleed...his dark eyes glaring down at me with hatred, " And now when you are going to live under my roof, there are rules."

" No game, no school, no friends.", he gave me threatening look, " Just work. Otherwise, you'll not get food, understand?"

I frowned, " But this is my home, my roof...", I looked up at my broken ceiling and back to his dark eyes, " So my rule."

A sound of wind whipping followed by a harsh sound of clap echoed in the basement...my head hit the hard floor as I grasped my cheek, tasting my own metallic blood on my tongue. Bob slapped me! Ge...George never slapped me this hard.

I crawled back on the floor as he took a step closer, suddenly his face looked a lot more scary in the dull sunshine whipping from the hopper window glass.

" You...", he snarled, stepping on my little toe. I whimpered but no sound came.

" BOB!"

I heard Aunt Melanie's voice, she ran towards me and grasped Bob's hand pulling him back. But his eyes...his dark eyes were still on me. I...I feel scared. I want Mamma.

" Leave her alone, she is just a kid.", Aunt grabbed his face and tilted him toward her.

But then Bob yanked her hair suddenly, glaring down at her, " Make her understand, I want the money back, her slut of a mother had borrowed from me.", he hissed. His eyes again shifted down at me. " Otherwise I knew so many different ways to make her pay."

" How old are you?"

I can't breathe. I don't know why I'm suddenly feeling this scared. Blinking my tears, I looked down at my hand, it shivered as I counted one, two, three...I counted to eight and showed my hand up to him, " This much.", I replied showing him my eight fingers.

Bob's ugly yellow teeth came out as he grinned and looked down at Aunt, " See...I just had to wait some more years. But I will get back every penny with interest.", he said, again glancing down at me with those same dark eyes, " She is already growing up to be a w***e like her mother..."

Aunt just shook her head at his words, " Bob...go upstairs, you are too drunk.", she rasped pulling him with her.

He struggled a little but after a long moment, he left. I watched with relief as he climbed the stairs and went out from that small open door.

I looked at Aunt Melanie as she turned around to leave, no, I don't want to get locked up again. Hurriedly standing up I ran towards her and grasped her legs, " Aunt.", my eyes peered up at her face as she tilted her head down, " I want to go and play.", I mumbled, watching her pretty face.

She looked exactly like Mamma, they were twins after all. But I think, my Mamma was still more beautiful.

She sighed and patted my head softly, " Not now pumpkin, we have a flight in two hours."

" Flight...", I replied, confused. I never sit on a plane, I always wanted to. But why now?

" Yeah, we are going to my home.", she smiled at me. And now, I don't want to sit on a plane anymore.

" You mean his home.", I corrected her...he said, his home, his roof, his rules. Rules...I am not good at following them. I will do bad things and then like George, Bob will...I gulped. Tears started coming out from my eyes but Aunt Melanie wiped them away.

" You will like it there.", she said, softly caressing my cheeks.

" But my friends...", I muttered lowly, looking down at the floor now.

" You will make new ones."

I scowled, I don't want new. Zeus, Dimitri...I can't leave them here.

" Just do what Bob says, okay.", Aunt pecked my head and started walking towards the stairs, but then she stopped and looked behind at me, " He is not a bad person.", she added.

I watched as she closed the door behind her, and the jingling sound of keys echoed in the basement. And then, it was locked again. I sighed and curled on the cold floor...Bob is not a bad person. I sighed.

" Neither was George...", I mumbled lowly, staring at the small iron box, hidden under the couch. It's George's...And Mamma's too. She never did it in front of me like George though. But I know she came here at night with him...I saw them.

George was always kind to me, until... he inject himself with those needles. I am sure those needles are still inside that box. Sometimes when he hadn't had money to buy it, and couldn't inject himself, he went mad then.

But still, it was better than those brown drinks, whenever he drinks them, he started behaving like a completely different person.

And that scares me the most...but in the mornings he'd always forgotten everything. So I did too, like some bad nightmare.

I closed my eyes tightly, feeling scared and I want to cry too, so hard. But I don't have time for it. What can tears do anyway...

I sighed and rubbed my belly where he hit me, Bob seems like George...and as Aunt says, he is not a bad person. Then I think, maybe I am...because I don't want to live with him. I don't want to go. I don't want to leave this city. I don't want to leave Zeus and Dimitri all alone here.

And most importantly, today is my match. I can't let that Peter Poppins win again, can I?

As that thought came to my mind, I took a deep breath and stood straight. I want to run out of here now. I want to play.

And I exactly know how.

The floor made a cracking sound as I slowly walked on it, I picked up the cardboard box, it is filled with my old toys on it. I put that above the couch and then stood above it...my head tilted up as I tried to open the hopper window, but I'm too little to reach it. Ugh.

I did that again, with those other two boxes, one has our old family album in it, and the other...I don't know, I'd never opened it. And now I don't have time to sneak inside it.

I have a match to win. Peter Poppins...just wait a little longer, buddy. I am going to give you three strikes in a row today... I thought as I climbed up those boxes, finally, my hand reached the hopper window.

I turned its lock and opened it, the iron railing scratched against my tummy as I tried to sneak out of the window. I bit my lip to stop my cry as my cheek rubbed against something sharp under the window, it hurts.

But I want to play. Zeus and Dimitri might be waiting for me. I put my all weight on my hands, pulling myself up, but then my feet accidentally hit the cardboard box back and it falls...with me on top of it.

The loud sound of things hitting on the ground echoed in the basement as I fell above those boxes with a loud thud. NO.

" WHAT THE HELL..."

My eyes opened wide as I heard Bob's harsh shout. I rubbed my elbows, feeling pain all over my body. The jingle of keys hit my ear, the door opened with a crack...and then the low sound of his shoes tapping the stairs. Tug-tug, tug-tug...

I looked around me, the album, some old pots, and my toys were all over the floor. I yelped as my hair suddenly yanked back.

I blinked my eyes up at him, feeling pain on my scalp, " What were you doing, hunn?", he growled, his dirty breath making me want to puke on his ugly face.

" Trying to escape..."

I shook my head scared as he sit on top of me, it's hard to breathe now.

"N...no.", I stuttered, looking to my left, I picked up my old toy and showed it to him, " Doll.", I muttered, " I was finding my doll to bring her with me... to your home.", I lied, coiling my noes.

What's this smell? And why my legs felt cold suddenly.

Bob made a disgusting face as he stood up, and glared down at me, " I don't want any noise.", he snarled walking back toward the stairs.

" Ye...yes, Sir.", I said with a quivered voice...those words echoed in my brain again and again...and my body curled like a ball on its own.

" George taught you well.", Bob chuckled as he climbed the stairs and left, before locking the door again.

And I stayed like that for a...very long moment. I felt my body shivering, confused, I looked down at my trouser and the wet floor.

I peed on my clothes!

The cold wind touched my dry cheek suddenly, making me look up at the open hopper window. I started at my dirty trouser, and back to the window.

Ugh...I will borrow Zeus' pants before playing. He always gives me anything I ask.

Taking a deep sigh, I put those things back on the boxes and repeated my action. Putting them one above the other on the couch. And then climbing to the top box.

I again put all of my weight on my hand and pulled my body up, but this time I folded my legs and didn't let those boxes hit by my feet. My elbow scrubbed against the ground as I crawled out of the window like a little rat.

I giggled. Stretching my body, I lay on my back and watched the gray sky above me. Finally. Closing my eyes, I enjoyed the raindrops hitting my skin. Good, no one will find out that my trouser is wet because I peed on them. They will think it's because of this rain. Yay!

After taking a deep breath, I stood up, silently picked up my skateboard and helmet from the backyard. Actually, it's not mine. I'd stolen it from some kid, I don't remember his name anymore...it's two years ago.

My long wet hair stick to my cheek as the wind ruffled throw it. I rubbed them away with my palm and rode my board faster, don't want to be late.

As I saw the iron fence of the park, my smile grew more...but when I finally stood in front of the park, my brows pressed together in a frown. It's empty.

I tilted my head, staring at the abandoned park, with only dirty mud on it. Ump...they must have postponed the match because of rain. I should go back to the house now...I thought, looking back at the street from where I came from.

Bob...he looked so scary. I gulped and entered the park instead. I played on the see-saw and then on the block castle, ride my skateboard...play with the ball.

The rain hit my head harshly all that time and now it's started to hurt. And I feel cold. And hungry. And dirty. I am still wearing the clothes I'd peed on. Ew.

But I just want Mamma.

I wiped the raindrops from my face...or maybe they were tears. I don't know. I just wiped my face again and again, playing alone with the dark.

The sky turns black, and so does the park now. But I still don't want to go home. I don't want to go to Bob. I don't want another George. Even though I missed him a little. Maybe he was just a nightmare.

My head felt funny now, and my stomach is speaking with me in the growls. The cold pipe scrubbed against my back as I lay under it, clenching my skateboard tightly to my chest. I saw black dots as my eyes started to get closed.

Right now, I...I only wish someone else found me, before Bob.