need to ask what was wrong, he had already
suspected Rory had a reason for running away. An ambulance came and Eve was in
surgery within the hour. After a three hour operation doctors had cleared her
of the massive infection but with devastating consequences. Tara sat with her
while she was pumped full of antibiotics, and held her hand. Eve began to get
stronger, the doctors wanted to talk to her but Tara convinced them she was the
one to tell her friend the sad news.
Eve had such a severe infection that the surgeon had to
perform a full hysterectomy, Eve could never have children. Eve took the news
better than Tara thought, but at fifteen the fact she would never have periods
was kind of cool. It was a couple of years later the reality hit her, in the
dark nights she lay crying. Tara would crawl into bed with her and dry her
eyes. Eve had felt abandoned as a child; her one hope to make up for it was to
be the best mother ever when the time came. Now Eve had a life time on hormones
and no chance of ever redeeming her mother’s failings. From that time the girls
had been inseparable, the secret they shared had never gone beyond the two of
them. This was why Eve hid her beauty, if a man fell in love with her he would
be disappointed, no one would want a barren woman.
She lay in bed that night feeling calmer than she had done;
the house was feeling like it had accepted her now. The small items of her
parent’s history gave her some comfort; she still had no idea why they gave her
away. Maybe it was time to let go, she would never have the answers she was
searching for. Disturbed by something Eve sat up in bed, the curtains were
glowing with an outside light yet again.
“Damn it I must have left that light on again” Creeping down
stairs she hesitated; the garage had felt okay these past couple of days but in
the dark it still felt sinister. The door creaked as she tried to reach for the
light switch, stretching her arm and feeling along the wall to avoid entering.
A crash came from inside that made her squeal. Peeking in she saw that the last
box had tipped all over the floor, debating whether to leave it or not she was
startled by Freud rubbing round her ankles.
“Oh Freud what are you doing out here” she scooped him up
and wandered into the garage feeling braver with him in her arms. As she moved
towards the rear of the garage the kitten arched his back and shrieked loudly
scratching Eve’s arms as he scrambled to break free
“Ouch Freud okay I will put you down” the kitten shot into
the corner mewing loudly, Eve began to turn the box back upright. There were
some of her mother’s clothes including a notebook; it was some sort of diary.
The year was 1987 that was the year Eve was born so she slipped it into the pocket
of her robe. The rest of the contents were just memorabilia, postcards and
paintings done by Izzy and Eve at school. She found postcards from Australia;
it appeared that Leila’s parents had emigrated years ago. Eve could hear a
muffled sound like someone crying;
“Hello? Is there anyone there?” The sound stopped abruptly
and then the light bulb popped plunging the place into darkness. Eve was
petrified she grabbed Feud who was trembling and felt her way along the wall to
the door, this was crazy. She locked the garage door behind her trying to
regain her composure.
“At least with the bulb blown I won’t be coming down to switch
the damn light off again” Eve carried the kitten with her back into the
kitchen, after making sure Freud was safe and sound, she made a cup of
chamomile tea to take back to bed. She slept restlessly again, and her mother
was back;
“Please let me go, Eve please set me free. I have been
waiting for you.” The next morning as soon as Tara had gone; Eve rang a local
builder to come and look at the garage. She wanted a new door, new electrics
and flooring to revamp the place. There was no way she would set foot in there
until it was done. Tony Judd, a lovely