Chapter Text
Evan Buckley, the child born into misery, some would say. Others might point out he was a waste of space, no, scratch that, a waste of flesh, skin and bones. His parents gave him up at 2 years old. Who knows why. All he knows is he was born with the name Buckley, so that was his parents last name. He cant hold it against them though, giving him up, he served no purpose. He'd give himself up too.
He had nobody, really. When it comes down to it, he has nobody. He's like some past part-time-siblings as he'd called them, Like Mitchell. He was cool, would've been cooler if his foster parents didn't hit him, but you know how it is. Then Heather comes and gets him, moves him again, hits again, repeat. One person he did like though, was Heather. Yes, Yes, laugh it up. His closest, longest friendship was his social worker. She was a sweet woman, mid 50's , brown hair, blue eyes, and she was really kind. At this point, she's practically raised Evan. Maybe he was a bit...attached to her. Yes, he felt incredibly anxious when shed drop him off at a new home, but it was okay, he knew shed be back to get Evan in no time. Its not like he can keep his place, anyway.
And right now, he was waiting for the cycle repeat. Heather had gotten excited earlier, telling him there's a placement for him. So, he grabbed his unpacked bag, and followed her down to her car as she made a checklist of everything, meds, cloths, toothbrush, hairbrush, all that jazz.
Evan sat in the oh so familiar passenger seat of Heather's car, picking at the worn leather. His cheek was pressed up against the window, the cool glass giving a nice sensation on his too-warm body, which was weird because he ran cold usually, perhaps nerves, like usual. It was a nice night, dark, about 11pm, the city quieting down. Heather finally broke the silence, "Sooo, you excited ev?" She asked in that soothing tone. "Mhhmm...totally..." He murmured in reply. It wasnt going to last long. He knew it. Heather knew it, whatever God that was tormenting him knew it.
It was exactly 11:37 pm when they arrived at his knew 'home'. It was also chucking it down with rain, which was perfect. He and Heather climbed out her car, grabbing his bags and heading over to the porch, and God was Evan thankful for some shelter from the rain. As heather knocked on the door, that anxiousness came back, creeping up his body like little ants, with no way to stop it. It was almost a feeling of impending doom, knowing he was just being setup to be beat, perhaps starved this time, he hasnt had one of those families in a while. Either way. He was winding himself up. He gripped heathers arm, wrapped both of his firmly around it, fine, he had a littlleee bit of seperation anxiety...
Heather was about to knock again, when the door swung out from under her hand, opened by a woman and man. "Hello! Sorry for taking so long to answer!" The man said towards Heather before both pairs of eyes turned to Evan "Hi sweetheart, my names Athena, And this is Bobby!" The lady said, directed at Evan.