H2OVanoss: Through the Glass

Chapter 43: Through the Glass

Evan's POV

Before I knew it, Tyler has gotten me a better outfit. It didn't have rips or obvious holes, no dirt or stains on them. It was a clean but cheap looking suit. I could easily tell it's cheap by the fabric and the offsetting texture. Not that I wasn't grateful. I truly was.

For months, I've been living in the same, old, dirty pairs for clothes and haven't been many chances to change.

"God, Evan." Tyler's voice lingers behind me which made me startled. I mildly jumped as a reaction to him mumbling behind me. "You need a fucking haircut when we get back to Los Angeles. Your hair reached down to your shoulders if not, two inches more than that."

I weakly chuckle at that and Tyler scoffed as he reached his hand to the sink. For a couple seconds, he had his hand underneath the faucet and let the water stay in his hand. Then, he lifted his hand and attempted to "grease" my hair back.

"You know, I could've done this part," I pointed out to him but he didn't budge. "Don't you have a broken arm, you dumbass?" He silently nodded his head and I rolled my eyes heavily.

With Tyler, I seriously can never win an argument. He's too stubborn to listen.

"I'm fine," he only answered.

Clearly bullshit. I saw his hand stiffening at some points as he tried to help me with almost everything. Sometimes, I hear him gently hiss out in pain but I pretend not to notice. If I mentioned it to him, I would never hear the end of it.

He pats my shoulder and comments, "You look better. Take a look." I turn around to the mirror behind me and I couldn't help but have my mouth drop. I couldn't get over how much I changed.

My hair is longer. The cress of my cheekbones are more obvious. I have huge bags under my eyes and my skin seemed paler from dehydration and lack of sleep. "Hey," Tyler said behind me. I snapped back to reality and tried to remain calm.

"Everything will be ok, Evan."

I doubt it.

If only my Mom saw me now. Even if she didn't like me, she couldn't help but gasp in shock. My step-dad would be worried and would help me. Emma, my half sister, would probably cry. Whenever Emma saw me for the first time after a while, she would always cry and say she missed me and wanted me to stay longer.

Clearly, I overstayed my welcome when my mom kicked me out at 16 for keeping drugs in the house and kept partying. Besides, I wanted to leave too. I didn't want to be around her any longer. But I really can't blame her for making me leave now.

I'm a mess.

"How do you think my parents will react when they see me again?" I ask Tyler in a mumble. He remained quiet, probably trying to think of the most lighthearted answer he could possibly give me.

He let out a moments breath and shrugged off, "Before I left to find you, your mom said you are a disappointment and foolish to get yourself in this situation. Your step-father was worried but agreed with your mom that you need to be less wreck less. Emma was overall, just worried the moment she heard the news."

I roll my eyes and sigh out, "I figured. Nothing from that surprises me at all." I couldn't help but force a smile and laugh it off. Tears were forming in the corners of my eyes but I didn't want Tyler to see me cry. I shook my head and laughed gently.

"I don't want to lie to you and make you have your hopes up that everyone will care," Tyler admits with a sigh. "No one will care. They'll just think this is all typical of you." As I breathe through my mouth, I felt breath shake and my plan failed.