𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇

thirteen

tw eating disorder

Faith's POV

I got discharged three days ago, on Friday which means that today is Monday. That can only mean one thing. School.

Gio almost convinced me to stay at home but I can't. I'm making myself go even if I throw up, which I might due to how nervous I am.

I quickly brush my hair and finish my makeup, which is nothing extravagant. Just mascara, lipgloss, and concealer. My brother came into my room about an hour ago, Matteo to be exact, and said that the school rules are strict about no makeup. I think he was just lying to me.

I make my way downstairs and see that I have 15 minutes left until Gabriel drives us to school, the first time he's driving us because he has to go to work at some hospital of some sort, I honestly don't know.

I go into the kitchen and see Matteo sitting shirtless on the island, scrolling on his phone as usual.

Disgusting.

"Good morning." I say, and they all flash me a smile except Matteo who just looks up at me.

After everything Matteo and I discussed in the hospital, I thought he would be... I don't know. More open? At least a smile.

I guess not.

"Good morning Faith." Ale says, with a small smile on his face while making his daily coffee.

"Good morning sorellina." Gabe says, planting a kiss on my head. (little sister)

"Ale, you know that much coffee causes damage to your body?" Gabe asks, frustrated.

"Yes." Ale replies dryly, rolling his eyes. A chuckle escapes me because of their interaction.

I sit down at the kitchen island, and Luca enters the room and flops onto the chair next to me.

He ruffles my hair and mumbles a good morning.

"Good morning Lu." I reply, filling my bowl with cereal.

Gio quickly enters the room, in a fancy suit. He plants a kiss on my head and says good morning to everyone.

"Hey, where's my kiss?" Marco joins the room, pouting his mouth and looking at Gio who just chuckles and rolls his eyes.

"Come her-" Gio starts walking towards him while laughing.

"I was joking! There's no need to express your affection towards me." He says that in a British accent. Why? I don't know.

The thought of school after that one girl attacked me gives me an uneasy feeling. Just thinking makes my stomach rumble quietly because of my anxiety.

"Hey, you feeling okay about going back to school? If not you can stay-" Luca starts, but I cut him off.

"It's okay. I have to, it will help me move on, right?" I ask, trying to find a reason to go.

"Yeah." He replies, giving me a lazy smile that still shows off his dimples. I poke them.

"Stop it." He slaps my hand away.

"Stop flexing your dimples." I argue because I'm jealous that mine aren't visible.

"I will when I see yours." He winks at me.

"Ha ha. I just know that girls love your dimples, don't they?" I ask, sarcastically laughing