The Sight (bxb)

Chapter 22 - Grounded

At that moment, as Evan was quickly and efficiently turning his room into a kingdom of chaos, he didn't think there would be any consequences. Of course, he was terribly wrong. His mom had to pick the day he was at school to go to his room to look for his lost sock. Instead, she found scraps of paper, scattered clothes, and somewhere underneath, the shards of a vase that Evan had thrown against the wall. The sock was suddenly forgotten, but not Evan's punishment. He was officially grounded.

His new good relationship with his parents did not last even a month. While his mom yelled at him, blaming him for what he had done, Evan rolled his eyes.

"And what's with the nails? Are you in a rock and roll band?" Her attention was suddenly diverted, but it didn't change her attitude. Rather, it made it worse. Before, when Angie painted his nails, he managed to hide them from his parents for exactly one week before he decided to remove the nail polish instead. This time he didn't even bother to be careful. It was his life. He had the right to make his own decisions. Whether his parents liked it or not.

"They're just nails," he answered her, even though he knew it was pointless. She had her own opinion, which she didn't even try to hide. Evan had gotten used to the fact that they rarely agreed.

"You look like you're from a reformatory with them," she added another comment. Apparently, only two types of people wore black nails - those who played in a band and those who ended up in a reformatory. Evan could barely contain himself from bursting out laughing. He never understood his mother's logic.

"I don't know if they have bands in the reformatory," he replied. Of course, this earned a reaction from his mom, who looked even angrier than before. Evan has been on his best behaviour lately, so she wasn't ready for his sarcasm.

"Don't twist my words," she warned him. Her look and crossed arms suggested to Evan that he should drop the attitude, but he wasn't going to give up that easily.

"Then try to use the ones that make sense," he advised her for a change. Evan could have sworn he saw a dark glint in her eyes. The storm was nothing compared to his mother's wrath.

"Enough! You're grounded! Until you learn how to talk to me with respect and clean your room, I don't even want to see you!" She couldn't take it anymore and started screaming. Evan had no idea why she thought not seeing her was a punishment for him, but he wasn't going to correct her.

"Fine," he replied simply and walked past her towards his room. His room, even in this state, was currently better than any room in the house where his parents were. He didn't need to listen to any more scolding, and certainly not from someone who wasn't really listening to him anyway.

Either way, Evan couldn't spend his free time in Marwell, where he had most of his friends, so being locked up at home was no different from his normal day. His parents would never deny him shifting to his wolf form, knowing that it was essential for wolves, so he couldn't complain about a lack of vitamin D in the future. That one from the sun, you freaks.

Evan looked around. There were pieces of his old self all over the ground that he couldn't get rid of even if he set them on fire. From the pictures he drew as a child to his latest pieces that all screamed freedom. The only pictures that remained intact were the ones he had won awards for and the picture of him and Angie in their wolf forms. He was particularly proud of that one, as he managed to capture the sun in their fur.

Evan used to notice lights and shadows quite often. He considered it an aberration. Where others saw a tree, Evan saw yellow reflections mixed with grey. Where others saw a shadow, he saw a reflection of the glass in which different shades mingled.

Sometimes he liked to look at things differently than everyone else, but sometimes he hated it. His desire to be like others was killing him. He did not want to lose his own identity, but he longed for the ordinary life of a high school student. With no addition that would complicate his life or make him a target of ridicule.