Chaos In The Darkness; Salvatores's Salvation-Chapter 216: An ugly old memory - I

"Arabella!"

Her mama chuckled softly and Evelyn giggled. She covered her mouth with her little hands as she heard her papa yell the name of her mother.

"He sounds like he’s going to throw a fit."

"Fit?" Evelyn repeated, her eyes staring at her mother in wonder.

Arabella smiled before she revealed, "A tantrum."

Evelyn’s face consorted into one complete shock. "A tantrum!" Her beloved papa was going to throw a tantrum and she was going to witness it!

"Arabe—" Carlos stopped at the threshold of the nursery. "There you are." He tutted, "I have been calling you for how long?"

"Tantrum!" Evelyn yelled and pointed her finger to her father. "Bad boy!"

Carlos merely raised his eyebrows in the direction of his daughter before his eyes turned to his wife who was smiling with a sneaky smile.

"Bad boy?" He questioned before he drawled out, "have we not established that I am anything but?"

Her cheeks inflamed and she liked away but arabella had been too slow and her daughter had noticed it.

"Oh no," Evelyn chided before placing her small hand on her mothers tree, "too hot. Fever, mama."

"Evelyn, my little love," Carlos came closer and made her sit on his lap as he settled on the fluid with them. "Do you know what can help you with fever?"

She shook her head. "No, papa."

"A kiss."

Evelyn understood what he meant and picked up his hand from her knee before casing the knuckles like she had seen people do all the time. "There!" She grinned, he would be okay now.

Carlos’s loud laughter took her by surprise and her mother’s light giggles made her slightly happy. But it did not sit well with her that they were laughing and she did not know why.

"Oh my love," he heaved slightly before kissing her palm and her forehead, "mama has the fever, remember?"

Her eyes widened and she nodded. Now, she did. She might have forgotten but Evelyn was not going to agree to her little slip.

"Kiss mama," she demanded, pointing at her mama who glared at her father.

"I don’t need it,"

"You do," Evelyn argued. "Fever is bad."

"Fever is bad," Her papa repeated before patting her back and lunging at her mama.

Evelyn looked away. They were going to make babies in front of her. Again.

Sighing, she walked out of the room and towards the stairs. She needed to find medicine for her mum.

"Mama..mama..mama.." she chanted on her way and almost reached the turn but turned too quickly making her barge into the wall.

The impact knocked the air out of her little lungs making her gasp and before she knew it cry.

"Mama.." she whimpered as the big fat tears rolled down her cheeks. It hurt. Her nose hurt and so did her head. It was broken.

She broke it.

"Evelyn!" Picking her up by placing her hands under her arms, Arabella brought her close. "Oh, darling."

"Pain, mama," she cried, hiding into her mum’s shoulder. "Hurt bad."

*****

Pain could be defined in different words and the level of pain could be defined with even more of them.

The words matter on how the person was over all because that would make it easy to understand what kind of pain they were feeling.

At the moment, Evelyn could not differentiate between how many parts of her body hurt and why.

It was difficult to see because her eyes were always blurry so it was difficult for her to see.

Her head pained, her shoulders and neck were completely different story and never to mention her lower back from lying on the floor everyday and for hours at a stretch because she could not even get up.

She could feel rashes on her skin from where she had soiled herself. She could control herself when it came to shit, but piss was something that she had to let go of eventually.

The rashes for now all over her lower half.

Her ankles ached because they were the ones that met the ground. What hurt her more than anything was that Salvatore was not here.

It was like life and energy had left her body. She wondered how long she could go like this before finally giving up.

The sharp pain in her abdomen made her cry in blood tears. It had been hours since she had yelled in pain because of it and no one had come to check on her. It was like everyone had left her to die. She whimpered again, her eyes watered at the soul wrenching pain.

"Oh god.." perhaps she should have gone to church even after her mother’s death. Being a devout catholic was going to help her in this situation of Salvatore was not.

Perhaps even god was not going to take the pain away.

The thought of dying and knowing that arabella would probably stay at the orphanage without Salvatore ever trying to adopt her had a sudden surge of energy rushed through her and made her move.

It was then she realised that the girl who had come here no idea how long ago, had actually cut off the ropes tied around her wrists and ankles.

The phone was still in her pocket and since she had not used it for no idea how long, maybe it still had its battery. She really hoped, prayed that it was still there.

Evelyn’s eyes could not really focus but her hands knew on instinct where to go and which button to press. Salvatore was in recent calls frankly because she had no one else to call.

The sound of the low hum of ringing filled her cell and she could almost cried. It was there. Right there.

"Evelyn?"

"Sal-salvatore.." she whimpered, the pain overtaking everything. "I am dying.."

"I know..," she sniffed as she coiled into the position of a baby, unable to take the pain in her abdomen, "I am.."

She did and was the last thought before she felt herself losing consciousness again..