Under Control

Ch 36: Fixer Up

Jeremy pov:

I'm worried about Amilia. She hasn't left her room in months. She just stays in her bed and sleeps. She barely eats and drinks, I'm not even sure if she uses the bathroom.

I saw her twice in the past two months, she looked awful. Her hair was messy, her eyes puffy, marks on her skin I hadn't seen before. All of this ended today, I need her to pull herself somewhat together.

Opening her door with Em, we peak our heads in to see if she's alive. She was hiding under a blanket, quiet sniffling coming from the spot. We enter and shush each other to try and stay quiet.

"l know you're there, what do you want?" She threw the blanket off her and looked at us with a glare.

"Ogh god!" I couldn't stop myself from gawking at her.

"Wow… it's like a nest." Em whispered to me.

Her hair was thrown everywhere, it looked closer to a bird's nest than actual hair. Pinching Emily for the remark I move a little closer and try not to notice the depressing smell.

"Hi sweetie, how ya doing?" I sit myself on her bed and regret it when something squished under me.

"How does it look?" She rolled her eyes and threw herself back on the bed.

"What am I sitting on?" I asked, very scared of what if could be. She reached under and pulled out an old squished banana.

"This I guess." She tosses it to the other side of her room. I could hear Em gagging behind me when it landed on the wall and slid down slowly. It left a trail of brown behind it.

"Alright, enough. Get up." Standing up I motioned for the depressed woman to stand.

"Fuck off." She flips me off instead, throwing the covers back over her head as well.

"Fine, we'll do it the hard way." Ripping the blankets off made her scream. She only got louder when I dragged her from the bed.

"Let me go!"

"Hell no! I just sat on an old banana in your bed. You're a mess and I'm cleaning you up." I drag her out of her room as Emily gives me a thumbs up. 

"I'm calling the cleaners. " She gags and shuts the door behind her.

"Call animal control, I saw something move in there." I get Amilia in the bathroom and lock her in with us. Em dials up people as I stare down at the woman.

"Kill me." She starfished out on the floor with a dead look in her eye.

"Girl… you are way too pretty to be doing all this." I groan, moving to the bathtub to run some hot water.

"Pretty or not I don't want to feel better. I wanna wallow in my self pity and think about Az." She grunts and sits up, glaring right at me.

"Pity yourself all you want but don't be hung up on that asshole. Show her that she ain't shit, AND GET A JOB YA BUM." I glare right back at her, flipping her off as I finish running the bath.

She rolls her eyes and tries to leave but Em steps in front of her, holding her composure well. I sneak up behind and lift her up, forcing her into the bathtub.

"What the hell!?" She shouts and thrashes around, almost biting me.

"It's for your own good." Emily helps me keep her in. We wrestle her the entire time, cleaning her up and helping her wash herself. It was like fighting a bitchy cat.