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Two days later. I haven't seen him yet. He hasn't texted me once. Nothing. "You okay?" Eliana asks me as she takes my hands and squeezes them lightly as my mom sits next to me. I'm sitting in the middle of them, waiting for the doctors results.
"I am. Thank you guys for coming with me." I hate going to the doctor. Never liked it. Waiting for a little while longer, we hear the door open behind us.
Dr. Franklynn has some papers in his hands as he sits on his stool opposite of us. "So, Mrs. Travino. The first thing is- as you have already said. There is no pregnancy involved."
"Then what is it?" Eliana asks him without even really letting him talk. He puts the papers down, puts on his glasses and looks at me. "You might remember that we had the same issue a few years back, Mrs. Travino." He tells me.
But this can't be the reason. "It can't be the reason, doctor. I am eating, I am doing sports for two hours almost every day. I do everything to keep myself healthy and get my old self back."
"This has nothing to do with your lifestyle. You would still have to gain a few more pounds to have a healthy weight. You didn't have your period a few years ago because your condition almost got dangerous for you. You have told me when you arrived here today that you have lost weight. This means that your body gets thrown back, thinking you're in the same condition you were in two years ago. We will still have an eye on it."
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I haven't seen her for four days. So I told her I would pick her up and drive somewhere.
We're a little outside of the city, walking down the sidewalk in silence, I grab her hand in mine as we continue to walk down the street.
We have had a little bit of small talk. Until she suddenly stops and her whole body tenses. I look down at her, being worried a little but then look into the direction she's staring at.
There's a guy walking into our direction, his eyes focused on the phone that lays in his hands. He looks like he's around her age. A little older maybe. Brown hair and probably her height. "What's wrong?" I ask her.
"Can we go somewhere else please?" Her voice becomes shaky and I see tears forming in her eyes. "Gian-" She looks up to me and wipes her falling tears as good as she is able to.
"This is my ex. Can we please go?" She asks me again. And then I realize it. Anger begins to build inside me... my breathing gets heavier and heavier and I feel nothing but rage. "This is Nick?" I ask her.
"How do you know his na-" This is all I needed to hear. I let go of her, get over to the boy, grab him by the collar of his shirt and push him against a wall to punch him in the face for the first time.
I hear her gasp and then her screaming from a little distance. "Keenan!" She screams in shock. "What the fuck, man?!" The kid shouts at me and tries to get out of my grip what causes him to get another punch. "Keenan, stop it!" She shouts again.
"What the fuck is your problem?!" He asks me. So I push him harder against the hard wall behind him. "What do I want?! What do I want?! I want to know how you can do these things without hating yourself?! How you're not locked behind fucking bars for what you have done!"
Another punch. She's right next to me, trying to get me off of him. "How fucked up is your brain to hurt this woman and to make her go through this, huh?! She did nothing to deserve this you little shit! How dare you to say these things to her and make her feel this way?!"
"Get off of him!" She shouts over and over again, crying hysterically. "I want to get away from here!" She tells me, grabbing my arms, trying to pull me away. I punch him one last time before I let him go and take her hand. "People like you should be locked away and should feel the same pain they make people around them go through! Go to hell!" is the last thing I shout at him.
As soon as we were out of reach, she ripped herself out of my grip. "What the fuck was that?!" She asks me, her mascara smeared all over her face, being everywhere but in her lashes. "What do you mean what was that?! He deserved it!"
"I don't need help with this, Keenan! I'm dealing with it on my own!" "Dealing with it?! That's what you call dealing with it?! Not eating for days and telling me you're not hungry while your stomach literally cries in protest?! How you don't even get your period anymore because of your lack on food?! How you tell my sister about your story after knowing her one week?! When were you going to tell me?! When were you going to let me help you?!"
"You listened to what I told your sister?!" I just got myself into very deep shit... "And how did you know the thing about my period?" Next thing... "Eliana told me." She looks at me in disbelief, looks at the street and scoffs a little as she starts walking past me.
"Are you seriously mad at me right now? Because I listened to you and my sister talking and me being worried about your health state so I asked your sister aboit it?" I ask her as I watch her walk further away from me. She stops and turns around fast, almost slipping on the icy sidewalk.
"No Keenan, I am mad because you took advantage of the situation! Because you were frustrated for me not telling you about my past! So you took it out on him! And believe me, Keen... Punching him, shouting at him did nothing to make me feel better in any kind of way. I asked you to walk away and forget about it. These punches were nothing but for yourself to feel better."
And then she turned around and got in a cab that drove away shortly after that.
