My name is Bendy

Three

Warning this chapter mentions eating disorders. Please be cautious while reading this.
Enjoy the chapter.

Mickey and Oswald live together since they are bothers. Oswald is older then Mickey by a year I believe. He was almost a year old when Mickey was born.

Their house was relatively simple two story house. A nice yard with a white picket fence. A small strip of flowers on the side of the house. Inside was a couch, recliner and love seat all facing the roughly forty inch tv they have mounted against the wall. The kitchen was an open kitchen and was always stocked with food.

Downstairs had a closet and guest restroom. Upstairs had two full bathrooms. Mickey had his own room and Oswald had his own as well. The master bedroom was used as a guest room. It was fitting seeing as it had its own full bathroom.

Mickey had unlocked the front door and everyone walked in, "Make yourselves at home."

Felix sat down on the love seat and I awkwardly sat down on the couch.

"Felix I bought your favorite snacks!" Oswald yelled from the stairs

"No yelling in the house!" Mickey yelled at Oswald

Felix laughed and basically ran to the kitchen. I could hear him excitedly scamper around trying to find whatever Oswald had bought him.

What is wrong with me?

I covered my face with my hands and tried to think of any possible lies that I can come up with. I mean I almost basically outed myself to Mickey in the boys' restroom at school during lunch.

"Ready to talk?" I heard Oswald say

I moved my hands from my face to see him sitting down next to me. His face showed nothing but concern for me. They know what my home life is, but they don't know or understand how bad it is.

Without warning he hugs me for a moment. I don't know how to react. Why is he hugging me?

He pulls away and wipes my face, "There's no need to cry. We basically know everything. You just need to know how to express it in a safe environment."

I wipe my own face and yup I was crying. But why? He's right there is no need to cry. So why did I start crying like a baby over nothing.

Felix goes back over to the love seat and he has a few candy bars in his hand. While another one was open and sticking out of his mouth.

Oswald joins him and takes one from Felix causing him to whine. He tosses it to me.

"Eat." He says

I look at the candy bar sitting in my lap and I immediately feel the urge to vomit take hold.

"I-" he stops me from saying anything

"No. No more of that 'I'm fine' or 'I'm not hungry' bull crap. You didn't eat breakfast and you didn't eat lunch. Eat something before you pass out."

Curse Oswald and his mom energy as well call it. I swallow my nerves and open the candy bar.

It's milk chocolate with almonds. They know my allergies and what I do and don't like which is good. He wouldn't have given this too me if I was allergic to nuts or if I disliked them. I take a small bite and swallow.

God the feeling of wanting to vomit is so high right now. I can't eat it. If I eat anymore it'll come right back up. I sit the chocolate on the coffee table.

"I can't eat it." I mutter

"Why?" I jump and look behind me to see Mickey standing behind me, his arms resting on the back of the couch.

"I just can't." I say leaning back against the couch

"Wanna tell me why you scream 'don't call me that' in the restroom earlier?" He says in a tone that just screams don't you dare lie to me

I looked away from him, "I don't know how to explain it without sounding crazy."

"Let's talk about that later. I wanna know why you're refusing to eat." Oswald says

"I'm not refusing. I'm being honest when I say that I'm not hungry. Even when I do force myself to eat... I just end up vomiting." I explained

"You didn't have this problem before... Is Joey the cause of this?" Mickey asked

Joey is my father, he's the reason as to why I'm no longer happy. He's the beast I've been talking about.

"What has he been doing or saying?" Felix asked me

"He's been commenting on my body. Calling me ugly and fat. When I was hungry and wanted to eat he would call me fat and would say that we would have no food left. Even when I would eat dinner he would say 'leave some for the rest of us' and then laugh as if it was a joke. So I stopped eating at first it was hard keeping away from food, but it became easier. He doesn't say anything to me anymore. No comments about my body or my eating habits." I explains

"So you've been starving yourself all because of some snarky ass comments?" Oswald asked me

He sounded so angry and disappointed I  me. I know it's stupid to even do something like that. But what else could I have done?

"I can't ignore him when he says something to me. He always expects a reaction and when I don't give him one... He makes damn sure that I react in a different way." I sighed, "I had to do something to make him stop, to make him happy. And well... He's happy."

"But you aren't. Brenda, you're happiness matters more then anything. You come first, not Joey or Boris. You do." Mickey tells me

"No! I don't matter! Boris always comes first. If Boris is happy then I'm happy as well. It doesn't matter if I'm broken and bleeding, as long as Boris is happy and smiling in the end."

They share a look and then look at me with nothing but concern. They should be use to this by now. We've had these talks over and over again and yet they just don't get it.

My baby brother means the world to me. His happiness is my happiness. I would rather die then see Joey hurt my precious baby brother.