Eve sighed as she pulled into the driveway of her family home. It was a normal southern style two story house. She loved it here even if her parents never really did make an appearance to help her out around the house. Both of her parents had some serious addictions. Her mother a workaholic and her father an alcoholic. Two very different afflictions yet both affected each parent the same: they weren't around to watch their children grow up into wonderful children of their own. 

The only difference is the [i]why[/i]. Her father certainly had his fair share of problems. He had lost his job a while back and had turned to drinking when his ego was hurt by his bread winning wife. He was a coward in that aspect. He wasn't a cuddly fun drunk, either. He was the kind that loved to get angry...and violent. The times in which he was at home were the worst times for the twins and Genevieve. She often had to protect the boys when he was there because her mother wasn't there to calm him down.

Now for the subject of her mother. She threw herself into her work at the publishing company because of Eve's father's addiction. She was the CEO and she did a damn good job in the position. She just neglected her children because of it. That's what hurt Eve the most: neither one of her parents could give two shits about her or the twins. She was alone.

She sighed and walked into the house. Two screaming boys ran into her and hugged her tightly, "Eve!!" They yelled in unison. Both boys were the spitting image of their mother. Beautiful brown curly hair and the most enchanting blue eyes. They were identical in every way for the time being. Though Eve knew that unfortunately each boy would differ as they grew into the man they'd one day become. "Timmy calm down." She said while laughing softy, "You to Andy. Who's hungry? We could go to Waffle House for breakfast and then go to a movie." She had gotten paid the day before so she figured she could treat the boys to a happy day. Of course they eagerly agreed.