It was late into the silent night, the lights in the room were dim, brought about only by the illumination of a computer screen.
Evans was in his bedroom dressed in his pajamas. His parents and brother were asleep in the other rooms, yet he couldn't even bring himself to close his eyes. He only fell asleep when his body was worn out by fatigue.
Anytime he tried forcing himself to sleep, he saw the photos Latifah had sent him, and he remembered Zac casually telling him that the photos were photoshopped.
His life had turned into a nightmare. He constantly had a headache. He felt tightness in his chest and tensed muscles.
His speech was rushed, he spoke through his teeth, and his jaws were clenched. He was more confrontational than usual and threw insults at people without need. His appetite had dropped to zero, and he never ate as he felt bloated throughout. The smell of food irritated him, making him want to throw up.
