My mom's words hit me like a semi truck carrying bricks, as I sit helplessly on the floor against my bed. Tears spill down my face, hitting my busty chest. I dont look up at her, I know I'd cry harder if I did.
"God, just look at you!"
She's so loud, our neighbors can probably hear her. They have before, and they called the police. Mom said the yelling was coming from the television. The cops barely believed her. God knows what would have happened if they didn't believe her.
"What do you do when I'm gone?! You dont exercise, do you!"
I shake my head.
Stop yelling. Please.
"It's hard. You don't understand." Is all I can manage to say.
Molly comes walking into my room, a little hop to her step due to the missing leg, and she sits up on me, attempting to lick away my tears. I pull her down away from my face, and keep her at my side for some comfort. Its times like this I wish my dad was around.
"Is eating hard?! You'd lose weight if you'd just stop eating as much!"
"I barely eat. I walk to and home from school. I drink all the water I can. It's impossible to lose weight."
No more words are uttered from her, but I can tell she's still standing in the doorway because of her heavy and angry breathing. It takes her a while to say something, like she's been thinking about every word that she's about to insult me with.
"I'm taking you to a doctor."
Then I look up at her.
"Do you think being overweight is a sickness? You think its something a doctor can just cure? I think you need to see a doctor!" I yell, without thinking.
Shit. I'm gonna get it now.
"Dont speak to me in that tone, Harley!" My mother screams. I pray to god that I shut my window.
"You're seeing a doctor as soon as possible. And don't you dare try to fight me on this. I'm the adult here."
The door slams behind her. Seconds later, a door downstairs slams as well and I know it's the front door. I'm safe.
I look at the rectangular black alarm clock on top of my nightstand. It's eight thirty. It's so early, but I'm so tired.
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