our daughter (marina fanfic)

Chapter 13

A/N: okaay here's the next chapter. If you have any wishes for future chapters, let me know!

Time jump a little bit

No one's POV

In the span of the next few weeks, Olivia was doing better. Carina and Maya had decided to take time off for everyone, just to get to a better place and spend time together as a family. The girl's motivation started to rise and she was able to get through most of the meals with the support of her parents. There were a few occasions where she had a bit of a meltdown and needed to replace the meal with a shake, but mainly the teenage girl was getting through it. The dinners were the hardest, but usually, the family did something together afterwards to distract the time, which made the period after a meal a little bit easier for Olivia. The parents were honestly quite surprised at how their daughter managed to change her habits in such a short amount of time, considering the fact of how deep she was into it. Little did they know she was still using other harmful ways to cope. 

Olivia also had her first therapy appointment, and according to the girl, it went fine, so now she attended weekly. The family had made a deal that once Olivia would go back to school in the next few days, she would either face time with one of her parents during lunchtime or send a photo of her lunch box afterwards to confirm she was eating. Since she still wasn't allowed to go to soccer, she'd go to the hospital or to the station after school, to wait until her parents got off from work. Their daughter's summer vacation would start in a couple of weeks, so the parents decided to not let Olivia go to sports before the fall semester. 

Olivia's POV

I've been off school for two weeks now, focusing on my mental health. My moms took time off too, which honestly felt pretty nice since we rarely get to spend time as a family. I mean it's not like all our days were filled with nice conversations and sunshine, some of the past days have been awful. Arguing about meals, crying, insomnia... But once I realized that I still had my self-harm to hold on to, starting to eat again felt easier. I wasn't left with nothing. Now that summer's about to start though, hiding it will become much harder. 

My moms have been a great help. They have provided extra support and comfort while I've tried to get all my meals in. We have watched a ton of movies and played board games to distract the time, I've slept more in my parent's room than I have since I was like 10, but I like it. I honestly feel a bit better, now having a lot more energy. My brain not feeling as foggy and tired, but still, something inside of me was craving that control, and I wasn't sure how long I was going to be able to keep going like this. 

Fortunately, my moms agreed for letting me attend school for the last two weeks. But after a lot of arguing, they still didn't let me finish my soccer season. I was going to school tomorrow, which I felt happy about. I was ahead in most of my classes, so there was not really an issue with my absence. I was dreading today though. My moms had booked another appointment with Dr Robbins, to see if my labs were better and if I had gained any weight. And honestly, I had no idea. After our first appointment, my moms took the scale away from my bathroom and put it somewhere where I wasn't able to find it. But by the way I felt in my own body, I knew I had gained some. 

It was already afternoon when I heard my mom shout my name, "Liv we're leaving in 20". 

I went downstairs to see both of my parents in the kitchen, I sat down and rested my head on my hand, trying to be obvious about my pouting that I didn't want to go to the doctor. 

"Here's your snack, please eat it now or in the car", mom said, pushing a plate of apple slices and a nutrition shake in front of me. 

"Why do we even have to go? I'm eating can't you see", I mumbled while taking bites from the green slices.