Her mother
Eva woke up to the sound of someone upstairs. She tensed; she knew that she was supposed to be the only one home. She could climb out the window to escape if she needed to or hide under the bed, if Jonas had managed it then so could she. Eva’s escape plans were stopped by the sound of a familiar voice shouting:
“Honey, I made breakfast”
Eva walked up the stairs from the basement/her room. Her mother was standing in the kitchen still in her work suit making eggs and bacon.
“Good, you are awake,” her mother smiled at her.
Eva just shrugged and went to the fridge for some juice. After having filled a glass with apple juice Eva turned to her mother.
“So, you are early,” Eva sipped her apple juice. If she was not mistaken her mother wasn’t supposed to be home before in three days. Her head was spinning. She had to call Vilde later to tell her that she couldn’t host the pre-drink after all. It was going to disappoint Vilde a lot Eva had promised that everything would be clear for tonight, but now with her mother home she couldn’t have 20 drunk friends/ acquaintances over.
“Don’t sound so disappointed! I came home early to be with you.” Eva just picked up the plate her mom had made on the counter for her and at down at the table.
“I sort of have plans tonight mom,” Vilde could understand Eva not hosting the party, but not showing up? She would be very disappointed and Eva doesn’t like upsetting Vilde.
“Why are you so disappointed? Did you plan to have some boys over?” she said it in such a mom voice that Eva tried not to roll her eyes.
“I mean it Eva! You can always call me to talk about boys or even better tell me now that I’m here!” her mother sat down on the chair next to her.
“Mamma,” Eva tried to make her hand stop shaking, “ I have been meaning to tell you something.”
Eva took a sharp breath.
“I do like boys. I even have a,” Eva tried to find a word that wasn’t boyfriend, but wasn’t fuckbuddy wither to explain her and Chris’ relationship, “a male friend that I hang with with sometimes.”
“That is great honey!” Eva’s mother said with an excited voice.
“But, mamma I also like girls.” Eva felt tears in her eyes. She didn’t know why, she hadn’t cried wen she had told other people, but this was her mother.
“Oh, sweetheart,” her mother stood up and hugged her. Eva couldn’t stop the tears. She started crying.
“Shh, my baby, I love you no matter what,” she pulled away from the hug slightly to see Eva’s face, “I love you more then I have loved anything else in my life. Nothing changes that.”
“I know, mamma, I know,” Eva leaned back into her mother’s arms. It felt good and safe.
“Have you told your father?” her voice was as soft as the wind.
“No,” Eva had managed to stop crying.
“You don’t have to before you are ready,” her mother started stroking her hair carefully.
Eva didn’t say anything. She just hugged her mother closer.