or what felt like ages. and she didn't look any different. it didn't look like she even attempted rehab. it didn't even look like she changed since he was still home. he blew out a shaky breath, his vision growing bleary as he swallowed a gasping breath of air, feeling tears well up. the world was going up in flames around him. nothing was going right. and things were so perfect back at the barn. things were going great, and now this. a panic attack. from his mother. his mother was here.
his grip slackened before it slipped out of the blonde's, geneva took a moment to wipe his clammy palms against his jeans, "you... you should go tyler, i'm sorry but i-i just.." he explains shakily, taking another step towards his home before sparing a glance at the blonde, "i promise we can meet anya and mark some other time but just.. today's not the da-"
"brookie!" her shrill voice was quick to cut off his words as he felt familiar thin, frail arms wrap around him, and he could only tense up in panic. his eyes fell away from the blonde to meet his mother's. as much as he loved her, he was terrified of her. terrified of what she could do, what she could become. "oh i missed you so much honey, i'm here to take you back."
"what about rehab?" he asks quickly, watching carefully as her mood darkened, a scowl forming on her