Behind Her Eyes Parents Guide Novels & Stories

Like a hurricane, I stormed my parents' room and nearly hurled when I saw them heavily lip-locked, making out like overeager lovebirds. Yuck. Is there such a thing as an eye bleach potion? I stumble back, my eyes wide with shock and disgust. My parents are practically intertwined, their limbs tangled together in a mess of arms and legs. I can't believe what I am seeing. Aren't they too old to be acting like this!? My mother notices me first, pulling away from my father with a guilty look on her face. "Oh, sweetie," she says, trying to compose herself. "We didn't hear you come in."

With the music pulsed through the cracked walls, vibrating under my feet. She didn’t even hesitate. “Mind your business, bald head!” she shot back, her voice loud and unbothered. She never held back. I looked around. Even at six, I could feel it wasn’t a place for children. Creepy eyes watching and judging, giving you the feeling that something could go wrong at any moment. So instead of the front door, my mother led me around the back.

News? Wait, did she just say mother? My eyes widen jumping between the couple. Parents? Any chance I misheared her? They were his parents? I realized why those eyes were so familiar, now narrowed in annoyance, I realized I saw a replica of those same green eyes I see whenever I close my eyes.

“At the count of three, Mama, remove the scarf from his eyes.” “I got it,” Mama says, smiling happily, poised to remove the scarf as she strokes her son’s hair. “Alright, here we go. 1, 2, 3.” Mama removes the scarf, and Zane looks, and you clearly see his eyes expanding in surprise. 1450

I stood at the staircase with my luggage and waited for an hour before I finally heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I looked up to see my parents with their caregiver, Harry Lambert, walking intimately between them. He had his right hand around my mother's arm and was helping my father with his shopping bags with his left hand. They were chatting happily away as if they were a family of three. When they arrived at the door and saw me, none of them looked surprised. All my father did was glance at me, while my mother mentioned nonchalantly, "You're back." Harry was the one who released my mother's arm right away and approached me with a happy smile. "You're back, Charlie. Why didn't you sa

Five years ago, my father's company went bankrupt. Debt collectors threw me off the third floor to pressure my father into paying, but my eyes hit the stone below, and my right eyeball was forcibly removed. My father paid off the debt and used the last of our money to give me a prosthetic eye. I had never told anyone about this, so no one knew one of my eyes was fake. It was not until the day when I recalled how Snowie could hear my thoughts that I realized something was not right.

Because while she remembered her parents suffering, she had forgotten that Lily suffered too. The little girl hugged herself tightly. Her eyes were red. She had clearly been crying. Yet neither parent noticed her standing there. Neither parent noticed because they were drowning in their own pain. Eliana swallowed hard. The spirit guide watched silently. "Is this it?" she asked. His expression darkened. "No." Fear curled inside her stomach. The memory shifted and the kitchen dissolved. Darkness swept across the room, then another scene formed. Eliana's bedroom, she instantly recognized it.

Ellie. I imagined I would wake up in my warm bedroom, with my covers over my body, but when I opened my eyes, I was faced with bright lights, multiple eyes, and tension as thick as a curtain in the room. The different pairs of eyes pricked my skin, especially a distinct two—Archer’s parents. The hate in their eyes told of their distaste, and they were directed at me.

Her face gathered dust like the dusk. She sat up. Finally, maybe it is time to open up to Morekish, when a child asks like this it is because he has reached the point of saturation. Reminiscing briefly, she remembered when as a kid just six years when she was out in the woods with her playmates. Her parents had always told her to steer off the path of the kids with the ‘rainbow eyes’ as she called them because of the color transformation their eyes undergo when they look at different things. Naturally, that never scared her as it’d scared the other children, she’d even found it endearing. She even inexplicably vibes better with them on a fundamental level, so, she could not understand her pa

“You, beast! I’m taking everything I own from now on. Do you understand?” Sean just stared at me without saying a single word. Glints of pain flickered in his eyes, but I was already numb to his fake intentions. Note: unedited