It all felt surreal. It felt both familiar and strange. It was weird how I let go of this place. How our life moved to a whole different state.

The moment I set my foot in, I felt nostalgic.

That was the table I used to always bump my smallest toe at. That was the Tv stand I used to always bump my smallest toe at. I paced around to the kitchen. I passed my hand over the island counter that I used to bump my smallest toe at.
It had collected a layer of dust that was now on my hand. I quickly washed it because I didn't wanna sneeze.

"Oh God I NEED. TO. CLEAN." mom's crazy cleaning habits kicked in. She quickly grabbed a wet rag and a duster and started with the kitchen. She didn't even catch a break from all that driving.

I shook my head and went to my room. I missed this place so much without even knowing. The walls, the floor, my bed, the street view. They're all different from what I'm living now. Looking through my window, I don't see any greens. I don't see a town with fancy houses and a much larger distance between them. Here everything is stacked. You could see more cars on my street than there are cars in Rivertown.

I still had stuff here. Lots of sketches were still on the walls.

I didn't feel like sleeping even though it was almost 10 pm, and we had a long drive, and to top that I had to wake up extra early.

I dusted off my desk with a shirt that was on the floor. I went through my old stuff and I was surprised that I remembered where everything was. I took out one of my old boxes that had a sketchpad and a few pencils and other things. I took them to my desk and dug into the drawing.

Every time I closed my eyes, I could see him. His features were implemented in my brain. His image was etched to my mind and I only needed to close my eyes to feel that he's with me.

Delicate lines formed his jaw, with messy lines for his hair. I took my time on his beautiful eyes. I wanted them to look as real as possible. They were my precious blue gems. I thankfully had a few coloring pencils left here, and luckily, blue was one of them. I didn't color anything blue but his eyes. They seemed to pop, just like they did in real life.  I can write pages about how much I love Zac's eyes. How much I love him all.

When I was done, I was basically falling asleep on the desk. I didn't feel like time passed, but about two or 3 hours had passed with me drawing this sketch of him. I put time and effort in it while images of Zac were still fresh in my mind. After tonight, I might only be able to see him on occasions. A five hour drive is not something that is quite manageable.

How was I falling asleep with all that shit on my mind. One of the main reasons why I wanted to sleep is because I had so much shit on my mind. I didn't want to think. I wanted one thing and one thing only. And that is Zac.

I didn't bother changing or sleeping in bed. The desk seemed just as comfy.

"Wake upppppPpPPp"

"I'm up" I screamed as loud as I could manage in response to her extremely loud voice. Man she killed my ears. She didn't even bother asking about me falling asleep on a fucking desk chair. My back probably wasn't going to have its natural curvature anymore.

"What time is it even" I asked with all of my morning groggy glory.

"I don't even know it's just morning now get dressed and we'll be heading to meet up with my lawyer" Mom hurried me and I hated when she did that.

"I haven't even changed my clothes since yesterday, not gonna change them now, and not gonna change them forever"

She looked at me sympathetically. She knew how depressed I was I could tell.

"I'm sorry honey" she engulfed me in her arms. I hugged her back tightly. This was probably our last mother/son moment we were gonna have after dad's imminent win in the court. We had no chances whatsoever.

"I'm not gonna let him have you okay? Whatever goes on in that damn bribed court, you're still mine and nothing gonna change that" she assured me but she was saying it out of desperation. We both knew we were doomed. This was the end. Call me a pessimist but I was being real. That was what's going to happen.

We didn't have breakfast. Haha. I mean who could eat when a life turning point was only a couple of hours away. I felt like I could throw up a kidney.

The drive there was at light speed. Time was no longer a concept to me as some moments felt like hours, and hours were passing me by.

Soon enough we were at a table in the court waiting space area (I didn't really know what's it called). It looked like a park, but it wasn't a park.

There were people. Quite a lot of people actually. All on different tables and benches. All looked equally stressed. I wasn't paying much attention to what mom and Tiffany, her lawyer, were saying.

Tiffany was sharply dressed, suiting her position as a well known lawyer. Her blonde hair was tucked in a neat bun. Not one stray hair. Her eyes had sharp eyeliner that could kill a bitch. Mom wasn't playing around either. Tiffany was one of her best friends too.

The big black van arriving caught my attention and everyone else's. There was some really important person judging by the abundance of reporters around him. He was handcuffed and dragged by police into court. It was a whole different world here where all the justicey stuff happen.

After all the fuss died out, someone emerged out of the crowd and he looked on his way to our table.

Tall figure, slender body, dark brown hair slicked back, and a suit. He walked high on his heels with strong confident steps. Reporters seemed to know him, and so did mom and Tiffany.

"So this is young Evan Peterson" the guy spoke firmly, yet a sarcastic attitude was in his voice.

"You know I can use whatever you say right now in court" Tiffany immediately stood up and warned him.

"Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany. Abrasive as ever" he shook his head slowly.

"Linda" he cooed and extended his hand to shake mom's. She spat in his face.

He "Uhhed" and wiped the spit with a fancy handkerchief he pulled out of his pocket. That didn't seem to shake him off but he was getting irritated. He had the audacity to say 'see you later ladies' before he left.

"I can't believe you actually married that asshole" mom told Tiffany.

"I know. The best thing out of my marriage to him was the divorce" Tiffany retorted.  "No wonder he's friends with Alfred. They equally suck"

"Speaking of the devil. Look at him all dressed up for court. I've never seen him that dressed up since our wedding" mom gestured at dad who was entering the court house. He didn't see us sitting here thankfully. I didn't wanna see him unless I had to. I didn't wanna hear his voice and I didn't want to be remotely associated with him.

That was going to make living with him a hard task.

"Let's go our hearing starts in few minutes" Tiffany said, gathering her papers and suitcase. And we all went inside to the court of doom.

3k and going strong! Thank you guys so much!! Like I said before, the past few chapters are a whole lot different than the others as they're draining me all out. I really hope you're enjoying them as much as I do. And a quick reminder that my works is not edited, nore proofread, nor beta read so ignoring my mistakes is highly appreciated. Thank you x