The sins of her father could ruin her entire life...
Sang Sorenson is an 18 year old high school senior at Ashley Waters school. Her mother is dead, her sister has gone no-contact, leaving her with an absent father.
She's determined to get through s...
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My shift went by very quickly, and it's really fun working with Marc and Luke. They're sweet to their customers, and they always make sure that I'm coping okay.
Ben took the chance to pull me away for a conversation about the notes I've been receiving. Even after I protested about dropping it, he explained what was happening. I don't like that men are acting that way, but I did promise that I'd pass any over to North without reading them. People can be horrible, but they're only horrible if you listen to them. Ben also made sure I was happy to still work on the register, as opposed to hiding me in the back. I'm more than happy to continue the job, in the same way that I have been, and I don't want to have to cause problems by hiding.
As much as the conversation was a little scary, I loved that he pulled me to the side and went through it properly. He made sure I understood what was happening—even if we were both blushing throughout it—and that I was okay. I'm lucky to have him in my life.
"Let's go, firefly," Marc says, coming to lean in front of the register. "It's home time." I nod, signing off the till and grinning at Sophie who takes my place.
I grab my things from the back, before following Marc out. As is the theme with my friends, he opens the door for me before climbing in himself.
"Where to?" he asks me. "Are you wanting to stay with us tonight or do you want someone to chill at your place with you?"
"I don't know," I tell him softly. Will I be annoying if I stay with them again?
"We're happy for you to stay," he tells me, almost as if he's reading my mind. "Sean wants to see you eat so you won't get out of family dinner, but you don't need to stay over if you don't want to."
"Why does he want to see me eat?" I ask, confused. That's like North level of obsession.
"Something about you being underweight?" Marc says, phrasing it like a question. Why is it a question, and why does he think I'm underweight? "I don't know firefly... I wasn't at your appointment. Wasn't that the verdict? That you need to gain weight?"
"Nobody said I was underweight," I tell him, doing my best to hold in my tears.
That's not a good thing, is it? Sean should have told me. He's meant to be my doctor, and yet, he's keeping secrets about my health and telling his friends. I might not be a doctor, or know a lot of medicine, but I know there's the whole patient-confidentiality aspect.
I thought I could trust him.
"I might be wrong," Marc says, but he doesn't sound like he thinks he's wrong and when I glance at him, I see regret not guilt. I cross my arms, not replying, because I don't want to fight about it, and I really don't trust myself to not cry.
I doubt he is wrong.
"Firefly, please don't be mad," Marc begs. "I'm sorry."
"I'm not mad," I tell him softly. I'm upset. There is a difference, even if he can't tell.
