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The famous designer blouse and the mini skirt of the most expensive store in town, were dirty and torn. The black hair tied in a high ponytail, seemed to have been cut by a knife so crooked it was. But in the face of it all, what most shocked Evangeline was Leah’s face. He was full of badly healed bruises.

"I always knew you were better than me." Leah says, staring at the dress Evangeline wore.

"What do you want here, Leah?" Evie asks, trying not to be shaken by the emotional face she was carrying and closing the door. "I thought I’d never see you again.”

"Well... I... I came back. I came home.”

"Home?" The girl lets out a sarcastic laugh and holds the key in her purse. Every move, was watched by Leah. "There Leah... you’re a figure.”

"I don’t understand the irony, Evangeline.”

"Don’t play dumb, Leah. You’re a fucking junkie, but you’re not stupid.”

"Look how you talk to me. I’m yours...”

"You are nothing to me." Evie spits, feeling her eyes burn immediately. "I alway