"ECHOS OF US" - sean diaz x reader

chapter thirteen - mixed emotions

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i put my phone down. i didn't know what i was expecting, of course he hasn't texted me.

but it's been days. days since daniel's birthday party, days since we shared that sweet kiss, days since.. i've seen my dad.

i just guess i thought he'd reach out by now. i was wrong. and of courage i didn't have the guts to text him first. he probably hates me.

i rolled over on the couch to face the tv, which was playing a random new channel i didn't care about. but still i kept on my attention on it, hoping that it would flood out my thoughts of sean.

knock, knock.

probably just the mailman. i reached for the remote and turned the volume of the tv up.

knock. knock.

the knocks were louder now. i got up with a groan and went to open the door.

"hi babe," lyla immediately greeted me with a hug. i hugged back. we had texted a few times in the past couple of days but most of the messages were lyla checking up on me and me giving her short replies. i haven't really been in the mood to talk to anyone lately. but still, it was nice to see her again. "god," lyla pulled away from the hug and held me by my shoulders. "you look awful."

i looked down to my pajama pants and scruffy hoodie i was wearing, which i had not taken off since the incident. i scoffed, it's not that bad.

lyla sat at my spot on the couch, i followed behind her.

"how are you feeling?" she rubbing my knee as soon as i sat down.

"like shit," my voice was groggy. it was the first time i heard myself speak in days. "this is all just.. crazy." i shook my head as the vision of my dad getting attacked by an unknown force replayed in my head.

"i know, i mean, how could sean yell at you? especially after your dads surprise visit? that's insane. he's a fucking dickhead." lylas grip on my knee tightened. i knew she was passionate about my wellbeing, this proved my point furthermore.

"it's... not like him," i tugged on the bracelet he made me. i didn't have the courage to take it off. "i just miss the old us." i bit my lip to stop the endless flow of tears id been enduring from coming out once more.

lyla pulled me into another hug, "i'm so sorry y/n. for everything. i'm here for you."

i held her tightly. "it's okay," i mumbled into her shirt before pulling away, "i'll get through it." i managed a small smile.

"yeah, and im here to help with that," lyla stood up from the couch, pulling me up with her. "come on, we're going out."

"what?" i said slightly panicked.

"come on! you haven't left the house in days! you need some sunlight and fresh air." she said firmly.

"erm, i think i'm good here." i sat back down on the couch.

"don't make me do this," i crossed my arms and gave her a serious look. she cocked her head with a crazy smile, "okay, i guess we're doing this." lyla grabbed both my arms and pulled me up from the couch.

"noo. please." i groaned as she dragged me to my room. shes surprisingly really strong.

"i'm doing this for you y/n," once we reached my room she dropped me onto my bed. "now, get dressed. i'll be waiting for you by the door." she smiled once more before closing my bedroom door.

i whined dramatic and got up. i. don't. want. to. go. out. i dug through my closet, looking for something decent to wear. a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt will have to do. i changed my clothes and sat at my vanity. i stared at the eyebags drooping underneath my dull eyes. maybe lyla wasn't lying, i looked awful. i applied moisturizer to brighten my face and tamed the nest on top of my head.