Yes, that’s really my name.
The irony is not lost on me.
I was created from two evil souls and have the name to prove it.
Devil worshipers, perverts, murderer. Is all terms used to describe the parents I refuse to remember. My mind won’t allow me to.
And why would I want to?
One born of dirty blood running through her veins can never truly be clean from its murky hue.
No matter what they try to tell me happened in my past, my mind denies me access, therefore how can I know it’s true?
How can I believe that’s what I’m born from?
Glimpses of my past haunt me, the screams of terror echo in the silent darkness of my memories, trying to remind me that my Mother went from room to room butchering our family.
I’ve learned from scars that I suffered abuse and that my Father and siblings weren’t my Mother’s only victims.
Hearing what they tell me.
Reading the words printed in the papers. None of it can prepare me for what’s to come.
My biggest lesson is learning that some memories we suppress for a reason.
Evi is in her early 20's and lives in a beautiful lake house out in the woods. She has had a hard childhood, but that is an understatement. As her memory of her childhood comes back, her hell starts. She finds herself back at the home she was raised in for the first 9 years of her life. Very slowly she pieces together the truth. But, can she survive once she knows the truth? Can Max, her best friend, help her with her memories? Can Evi handle her memories or will she go crazy?
I am feeling a little book hung over right now. I think I need to take a small break from reading while I process this book!