Hurt - Eddie Munson

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Lana's mum woke her up the next morning with the breakfast that she had promised. The tired girl was still slightly annoyed, but once she smelt the bacon she couldn't not forgive her.

I missed mums cooking.

A lot.

But I forgot how big her portions are.

I can't eat all of this.

She ate about two thirds of the plate, which still felt like a lot, before picking it up and going to scrape the remains into the bin. But Clarissa spotted her.

"Lana sit down and eat all of that food. You're looking far too skinny." She instructed, receiving a slight glare from her daughter, to which she responded with "No boy is gonna want you if you look unhealthy!" like that would somehow bring her onto her side.

Instead, the words hurt Lana, already feeling anxious and insecure about seeing Eddie today. She was as equally irritated as she was upset but despite this, chose to just sit down and finish the plate in a bid to avoid another argument.

Despite her mother's friendly attitude and genuine interest in talking to her, Lana was now sat in self torture, her constantly conflicting thoughts being in the forefront of her mind now.

I look unhealthy?

It's not because I'm "thin", she just has no idea what girls are meant to look like nowadays. I'm not even the thinnest girl in any of my classes.

I probably look unhealthy because of the drinking and drugs.

Maybe if I reach a certain level of thin I'll reach some kind of perfect equilibrium and look perfectly healthy and symmetrical and balanced.

This breakfast is not helping.

I just can't eat anything for the rest of the day.

Every bite was becoming more difficult, feeling like thick mush in her mouth that she had to swallow. But nonetheless, she soon managed to finish the plate and then promptly rushed into the bathroom before her mum could trigger her again.

While in the shower, she planned her outfit for the day, her bad mood quickly being shoved away  by her excitement to see Eddie.

Although she'd be ashamed to admit it, before she fell asleep the night prior she had masturbated to the thought of him. It wasn't something she'd done in a while, only realising once she began last night how detached from her vagina she'd been for months.

She couldn't even remember the last time she'd had an orgasm.

Until last night of course.

A smirk crossed her face as she thought momentarily about the things she wanted him to do her and while she did want to use the shower head for her own pleasure, she decided against it while her mum was in.

Why'd she have to come back now??

Once she'd finished in the shower, she got dressed into black and white shell suit bottoms, a matching jacket and a long sleeved black top that was slightly cropped.