Always

39| Hero

⚠️Some content is this chapter may trigger some of you. Read with caution. ⚠️

"Here you go," my mom says placing a plate of blueberry pancakes in front of me.

It was a regular Thursday morning. Or is it Friday? Who knows, but I was sitting at the dining table per usual waiting on Mya to arrive so we can head to school together.

My brows furrow in confusion, "Mom why would I eat this?"

"Why not? You love blueberry pancakes."

"I did, but that was before the whole...you know what it's fine. I'll give mine to Lil."

"Oh, she already ate hers."

"Then I'll just give them to Mya. She loves them just as much as I do. Did." I correct.

"Or. You can just eat them," she urges.

" You're being weird. I don't understand why you're being so pushy,"

"Allison just listen to your mother and eat the damn pancakes." my dad says appearing from literal thin air.

My dad has never spoken to me that way before.

What the hell?

There's two knocks from the front door before it's opened and I know it's Mya. She always knocks but I never know why when she practically lives here and has a key.

"M thank God you're here. These are for you," I sing shoving the plate of blueberry pancakes in her hands.

"Aren't these yours?"

"Yeah. So?"

"If they're yours then eat them," she deadpans.

"What? You know I don't eat them anymore."

"Oh my gosh. It's the same thing every single time," she says like she's bored. "I don't eat this', 'I don't eat that.' Just eat the fucking pancakes Allison."

What?

"What the fuck is wrong with you guys?"

"Nothing's wrong with us. You're the defect," she shouts.

"The self image obsessed whore who just couldn't be happy in the body she was born with and starved herself until she was in a hospital bed with more wires and tubes attached to her than a fucking circuit."

I feel a tear slip down my cheek but I don't even bother to wipe it because they won't stop. I want to scream at her and tell her she's wrong but I can't, my body won't let me. And I know it's because deep down inside I know she's right.

"After all that money we spent on rehab and therapy sessions one would think you'd stop being such a picky eating brat. But you haven't. You're never going to be happy with what you have. Are you?" my dad spits.

For so long I blamed Greyson for what happened to me and I've even forgiven him for it without realizing. But I did this to myself. I cared too much about what others thought of me and forced myself to fit in with society's beauty standards. I went so far just to get rid of the body I hated that others around me started to hate me for it too.

"Why couldn't you just be normal?" my mom's voice rings out.

I can no longer see them because my never ending stream of tears are blurring my vision and I'm glad. The looks on their faces must be of pure resentment and regret but I don't hate them for it. I wish I was normal too.

"I'm sorry," I whisper.

Pain sears through my throat when I'm finally able to speak again causing my eyes to snap open. I sit up clutching my chest that's unbelievably tight despite the heart that's in it absolutely raging. My hair is slick against my forehead from sweat and I'm breathing like I've just ran a marathon.

"Hey, hey you're okay. It was just a bad dream," I hear a deep voice whisper.

"AH"—

My mouth is quickly covered by large cold callous hands before I even get to gather all the air in my lungs to scream like I went bat shit crazy.

He then reaches over to my nightstand that's right next to my bed and turns on the lamp before slowly uncovering my mouth. The light barely illuminates the room because bright lights aren't too good for my eyesight but it's enough for me to grab my glasses. When I do I almost instantly recognize the figure before me as Greyson and I've never been more relieved to see his Dickface.

"You scared the shit out of me," I whisper yelled. "Why are you here? What time is it?"

"It's almost 2 AM. You had an anxiety attack earlier and you collapsed. Your parents debated taking you to the hospital, but you hate them so they were going to let you decide in the morning after you've rested," he explains.

That's when it all came back... well most of it. The dinner, Lydia's outburst and then he found out about my ED. Just about everything after that was a blur. The only other thing I remember was being in and out of consciousness and feeling these warm tingles throughout my whole body  as someone comforted me by threading their fingers through my hair.

I don't know how but I swear he's always here when I need him. Even when I don't realize that I do.

"You just can't stop being the hero can you?" I ask.

"For you Princess? Never," he grins but I knows he's being his playful flirtatious self so I roll my eyes.

"Hey." he says grabbing my chin and pulling my lip I hadn't realize I was biting from between my teeth. I'll save you a million times if I have to and I don't care how sick of me you get."

"As long as you need me, I will never stop coming to your rescue."

A/N:
Just a reminder to everyone reading this. You are beautiful, you are loved and you're perfect just the way you are. ❤️