Saving Evan

Chapter 9

Robin's P.O.V.
"Dad! Evan's dad doesn't know where he is!" My dad choked on his mouthful of tea.

"What? Do you have their number?" He sputtered, wiping up the hot liquid from his lap. I shook my head.

"If Evan left his cell phone at home, I could call it, and hope that someone answers." I pulled my damp phone out of my still wet jacket.

When we had bought my phone, I had purchased a waterproof case, which was a good idea, considering how many rainstorms occurred.

I typed Evan's number in and pressed the 'call' button. Please answer, please answer! I listened to the ringtone, and then-oh joy! Someone answered!

"Hello?"

"Hi. This is Robin."

"Hey, Robin! How are you?"

It was Yvonne. "It's going okay. Listen, my dad and I just picked up Evan. He had tripped and twisted his knee. He also has a fever."

"Evan was running in this!?!"

"Yes." I listened to her voice rise.

"How could he! So irresponsible...is he alright?"

"Yes. My dad is a doctor."

"Okay. Listen, my dad's at work right now, and I have a job at a store to go to. Would you and your dad mind babysitting him?"

"No problem! When can you pick him up, as in what time tomorrow?"

"Probably around nine. I'll try to be there as soon as possible."

"Alright. See you soon!"

"See you! Thanks for finding him!"

I hung up. My dad stood, yawning.

"Well, I'm going to get to bed. I think Evan will be alright down here. Don't stay up too late, Robin." He kissed the top of my head and left.

I sighed, and slowly sipped the rest of my tea. Evan was sleeping peacefully, and made me remember he wasn't a Christian yet. Maybe he would turn to God. It was going to happen sooner than I thought.

I went up to bed, the nice feeling of clean clothes against my skin as I slipped under my quilt.

Evan's P.O.V.
I blinked open my eyes. The sun was rising, colorful streaks of pink and pale orange laced into each other. It looked so calm and organized, so different than last night's downpour. Both things reminded me of how I was suffering with bulimia.

My throat was a little sore, and I felt a headache coming on. Great, just what I needed to sum up my day. I saw the kitchen through the arched-doorway, and decided to get a drink of water.

I sat down again when I stood up. My knee hurt a lot. I slowly stood up and practically dragged myself to the kitchen.

I grabbed a cup from the dish rack, and filled it with water.

I drank it, the nice cool feeling rolling down my throat. My stomach clenched. I suddenly threw up, into the sink. I coughed, my throat stinging. Everything around me started to whirl, and I gripped the counter to steady myself. I threw up again, and felt a soft touch on my back.

"Are you okay, Evan?" Robin rubbed circles in my back. I shook my head, but instantly regretted it because my head pounded. The pain made me retch again.

Robin rinsed out the sink as I still clung to the counter.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled. Robin brushed me off.

"No, it happens. It might even be from the bulimia." she helped me back to the couch and I sat back down, the position calming my headache and stomach. Robin still stared at me, so I raised an eyebrow. She looked down at her hands, twisting them.

"What?" I got worried. Robin looked up, her beautiful eyes locked with mine.

"I...I...oh, I had no choice Evan! I had to tell him because he figured it out!" she placed her face in her hands. "I'm sorry, but I had to tell my dad."

I stood up quickly, crying, "That was our secret! I...ow, ow, ow..." I sat down again, my knee not able to hold me. Robin peeked between her fingers at me.

"Please don't be mad! I don't want to see you hurt yourself. God loves you, Evan. He created you, but you're taking the body He gave you and destroying it. It'll just get worse and worse. People can die, Evan. My mom is dead, and I can't remember her because I was too young. It hurt when I found you. If I had been told you had died, I..." Tears ran down Robin's cheeks. I remembered the conversation we had had about Jesus loving me enough to die for me.

I began to see the larger picture. God loved me! Me, Evan Day, the bulimic kid! I realized how stupid all this was. I had just been slowly killing myself, creating a chronic disease in me.

I let my head drop in my hands, emotions washing over me.

"I'm so sorry, God!" Tears were pouring freely down my face. "I'm sorry..."

I felt Robin sit down next to me. She put an arm over my shoulder and laid her head against mine.

"Sh. It's okay, God loves you so much, He has forgiven you." She swayed slowly, reminding me of what my mom used to do to me when I was unhappy.

I wiped my eyes with my hands, the tears still coming.

"Robin?"

"Yes?"

"How do I get saved?"

Robin hugged me.

"Oh, I'm so happy!" she grabbed a leather bound book from the coffee table, and opened it to the book of Romans, and marking numerous other books. "You have to ask Jesus to come into your heart, recognizing Him as your Savior and as the Son of God."

I nodded, my head still in my hands. "And He'll enter into my heart?"

Robin nodded. "Your emotional heart, your soul."

I prayed, right where I was, calling out to God, tears running down my face, and I got saved.

"Welcome to God's family, Evan. He was waiting for you." Robin rubbed my back soothingly.

"Thank you, Robin...thanks for everything." Tears of joy were now flowing, I felt renewed, even if bulimia was still a problem. I was saved, from all my sins, down to the very smallest!

I shivered. I was starting to feel sick again. I clapped a hand over my mouth. My stomach started to hurt painfully, my head throbbed again. I got a cramp and doubled over. Robin lifted her arm off my back.

"Evan! Are you alright!?!"

I fell to the floor, my arms wrapped around my stomach. I groaned, and everything started to go all fuzzy.

"Dad! Dad!" I faintly heard Robin's voice. "Hurry! Something's wrong with Evan! Hurry!"

I felt a strong hand feel my forehead, but everything was falling. I was falling, falling. Black surrounded me.