Blade (Watty Awards 2013)

Chapter 13- Santana's POV

Chapter 13-Santana's POV

I wake up feeling moody and agitated. I really need to get a new mattress because the floor isn’t comfortable. One the next hand, I’m starving. This no eating thing isn’t going to work. I can feel it. You look fat in your uniform. I picture Mrs. Griffin yelling at me. Her beautiful face twisted into a frown. I shock myself a bit when I hear her voice.

OK? What the hell Santana? I know I’m not fat, well at least not fatter than other girls.

You need to fit my clothes Santana.

Her voice again.

I know - I know. What’s wrong with me? I never worried about these things before.

True true, but this is Margret Griffin we’re talking about here. She’s only the best thing that’s ever happened to you. So DON’T let her down.

 I get up feeling a little angry at the world and go to the bathroom to freshen up and get dressed.

I straighten my hair and add a bit of make-up before going into the kitchen for a glass of water to take with the pills Mrs. Griffin gave me.

I hate taking pills the way I hate crying.

Apidexin

Here’s to being skinny. .I think and try to gulp down the thing  I don’t get it on the first try so I do it again until it does go down.

I feel tears roll down cheeks and i drink another cup of water because it feels like it’s stuck in my throat.

“Are you alright?” Dad asks, coming into the room with a fatty piece of bacon hanging out of his mouth. I smell the aroma of coffee, eggs, bacon and pancakes. It makes my drool a little. Dad went a bought food, which makes sense ‘cause he can’t cook and I would be too tempted to eat if I did it.

“I’m fine.” I lie. “Just going off to school now.”

He stares at me a moment looking kind of stupid with the bacon hanging out of his mouth, but then he shrugs and sets the rest of his food on the table.

“Stay right there, I’ll give you some money.” He says. I look at him dumbfounded. “I don’t know what kids your age do nowa days but you should have fun.” He walks away.

“Where’d you get money?” Is all I can say.

“Griffin lady gave it to me. She says ‘it’s to take care of any needs you night have.’” He yells back.

I stare at the food. Right now that’s all I want.

“Oh.” Would I go to hell if I sneak a piece? Probably not. I take a piece of bacon out of the container and wrap it in a napkin and shove it in my pocket, careful not to make to make too much noise and then put it back, just the way it was. I’m going to hell.

Dad returns a minute later and hands me a twenty with a cheesy smile on his face. “It’s not much but it’s something.”

“Sounds like she likes you.” I taunt.

His smile somehow gets cheesier. “You think so?”

“Dad, that’s not funny. You’re not here to fuck her. That could mess things up, and does she even know what she’s getting herself into she becomes involved with you…like that.” He frowns at me.

“Oh, yes. God forbid we fuck and I have another loud mouth child like you. You know what you’re problem is? You don’t know how to relax. I mean, we’re in Los fucking  Angeles. Relax, have fun, you’re fourteen. You’re about to start making crazy money. When was the last time we had it this good? Whatever happens between me and Margret is none of your business.” He puts a hand on my shoulder. God, don’t let it be the greasy one.