Together Forever

Chapter 3 - The Next Week

Heyyyyyyy its Ali here, here's your next chapter

Trigger Warning: Anorexia, Bulimia, Insomnia, domestic violence nearly sort of ig

Emelie's POV:

Day 1:

It's the day after me and Viv's graduation and I am the only one awake. Mum and Mum will be asleep, I can see Viv still is, and Gribby won't be awake at this time.

I sigh, and head to the dance studio we have in our basement type thing. I work out for a solid 2 hours before I hear Mum (Gen) walk in. I stop and turn to face her, "Hey." I smile, hoping she would forget that she said we needed to talk. By the look on her face I can tell she hasn't. I sigh and stand up, "At least let me shower first" I ask. She shakes her head, "Nope. You know we need to talk and I am sure you would rather do it while everyone is asleep." I sigh, knowing she is right, "Fine." I say reluctantly. "There's nothing to talk about though." I say. She rolls her eyes and nods to the chair opposite her and I reluctantly sit down. She sighs, "Look, Aimie has swallowed your lies, and Viv has believed the lies cautiously, but you and I both know that I haven't believed you for one second, and I can't deny the fact I am now worried about you now." I sigh, "What do you mean?" I ask, trying to keep the pretence up, even though I know there is no point. She sighs, "You barely eat and you work out way more than a normal person. I don't believe you sleep. Do I need to go on?" She said. I sigh, "I'm fine mum!" I say indignantly. "Look, if you aren't gunna admit to it, I have no choice but to at least tell Aims, who will then send you to a doctor, which I know you hate." I glare, "I don't need help!" I yell "I am fine!" I say before grabbing my water bottle and walking back to the dance studio. Mum (Gen) follows me, grabs my arm and stops me in my tracks. We have a glaring match, and Mum then picks me up and carries me to the kitchen, kicking and wriggling. She sets me down on a chair. "Look, Please at least just admit something is wrong." I shake my head obstinately, "Then just say that you ain't been eating or sleeping because we both know that is true." I sigh and pout, and Mum knows she has won, but I am just too obstinate to admit it.

She sighs, "Ok, right, first thing is, I won't tell Aimie unless we really have to." With impeccable timing, Mum (Aims) walks in, "Won't tell me what?" She asks, switching the kettle on. I glare at Mum, with a don't-you-dare-tell-her look, Other mum catches it and sighs, "What have I missed?" I glare, "Nothing. Mum is just being stupid." I snap before storming off. I hear footsteps behind me, so I run out the house, not caring that I am in my pj's.

I run and run, not even caring where I am going. Eventually I sit down against a wall. I am certain I have lost them. I look at my feet, and they are bleeding because I don't have shoes on. I look up and see someone standing over me. I sigh, "Hey...." They crouch down, "What's up?" they ask, genuinely concerned, "Nothing." I tell her, "I am fine." She laughs gently, "I don't think you are. What happened?" I sigh, "Just something dumb Rhiannon." She raises her eyebrows, "So you ran in Pj's and barefooted from your house for something dumb?" I sigh, I have known Rhiannon for a while now, she is basically like a 3rd mum to me and Viv. "Me and mum had an..." She interrupts me, "which one?" I sigh, "Gen." she looked shocked, "Really? What about?" I sigh, "She thinks I am not eating or sleeping. Again." Rhiannon knows I have had anorexia and insomnia in the past and so wasn't surprised. She sighed, "And is it true?" I shake my head, "No." Rhiannon sighs, "Ok, well we will go back to my place, sort out those cuts and then get you back to yours. I'll message your mum to tell her that I have you and not to worry." I nod and we head back to hers.

~1 hour later~

Rhiannon drops me back at my house and exchanges a look with Gen that clearly said 'message me'. I rolled my eyes and walked up to my room, changed quickly, before walking back to the kitchen because I knew Mum would want to talk about me running off. I sit down, but not before making myself a coffee.