Dawn Of Twilight

Chapter 7 : A Familiar Bond (Erevin Frostell)

Erevin Frostell

Erevin pedaled into the driveway, the crunch of gravel beneath his tires breaking the quiet afternoon air. He parked his bicycle in the garage, taking a moment to adjust his backpack before walking toward the front door. The warmth of home was a welcome change from the chaos of school, though he braced himself for the inevitable questions about his early return.

He knocked on the door, and after a few seconds, it swung open to reveal his younger sister, Zoe. Her bright eyes widened in shock.
“You’re home early!” she exclaimed, then her gaze zeroed in on the cut at the corner of his lips and the faint bruise on his cheek. Her jaw dropped. “Oh my gosh! You got in a fight and destroyed the school! Mom!”

Before Erevin could even respond, Zoe left the door wide open and bolted down the hall, yelling at the top of her lungs. “Mom! Erevin got in a fight and destroyed the school!”
He sighed, stepping inside and locking the door behind him. “Great,” he muttered, shaking his head as he climbed the stairs to his room.

He dropped off his bag, and quickly cleaned up. The bruise on his cheek stung faintly as he dabbed a wet cloth on it, but he didn’t dwell on it for long. After changing into a fresh t-shirt and jeans, he made his way downstairs.

In the living room, his father was sitting in his usual armchair, flipping through the news on his tablet. He looked up as Erevin entered, setting the device aside.

“You’re home early,” he said, his voice calm but edged with curiosity. “Zoe mentioned something about a fight. Care to explain?”

Erevin sat down on the armrest of the couch, leaning forward. “It wasn’t a big deal,” he said. “Some bullies were messing around in the cafeteria. I just stepped in to stop them.”

His father’s eyes narrowed as he examined Erevin’s face. “Looks like they didn’t take it well.”

“I guess not,” Erevin admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “But it’s fine now.”

His father sighed, leaning forward. “Erevin, I know you mean well, but you can’t always jump into these situations. You need to think things through. Not every battle is yours to fight.”

“I know, Dad,” Erevin replied softly. “But I couldn’t just stand by.”

His father regarded him for a moment, then nodded. “Alright. Just... be careful.”

Erevin sat in silence for a few more minutes, before his father asked, “is there anything else you want to tell me?”

Erevin hesitated for a moment before clearing his throat. “Yeah, actually. I, uh... I’m going on a date tonight.”

His father blinked, clearly taken aback. “A date?”

“Yeah,” Erevin said, trying to sound casual. “With a classmate. Her name’s Dawn.”

His father’s surprise gave way to a small smile. “Well, good for you. Just remember—no fighting. You don’t want a bad reputation in a new place.”

Erevin laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind.” he stood and left the room.

In the kitchen, Erevin’s mother was stirring a pot on the stove when he walked in. She glanced over her shoulder and immediately put down the spoon.

“Erevin!” she said, hurrying over to him. She tilted his chin up to inspect his face. “What happened to you?”

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” he assured her. “There was a bit of trouble at school, but I sorted it out.”