Teen Trials

Center Concerns

****Trigger Warning- heavy talks on eating disorders in this and probably next few chapters. If that is even a faint idea that floats in your mind, please don't read****

"Hey Kid, can we talk?" Amy asked, walking into the teens room the next Friday.

"Of course." Emma said, happy to go to bed after her first week at the center.

Amy sat down on the teens bed, "Grab me your brush."

Emma hesitated for a moment before walking over to do as her Momma said. "Yes ma'am." She walked back over to her bed and handed the brush off. Amy pat the space in front of her and Emma sat, relieved the lady was just going to brush and braid her wet hair.

"It looked like you thought maybe I wanted you to grab the brush for a different reason..."

"What do you mean?" Emma asked, starting to pick at the comforter.

"Why did you think I might be spanking you?" Emma's eyes darted to the open door. "Daddy is in the shower."

"Did the clinic call?"

"Yes, what do you think they said?"

"That I didn't eat my lunch today..."

Amy put the brush down and started to scratch the girls back. "Why didn't you eat lunch?"

"Are you gonna tell Daddy?"

"Why didn't you tell me or Daddy? You've had all afternoon."

"I was hoping the center wouldn't tell you." Emma said honestly.

"If you do something wrong, you need to tell us." Amy said. "The center shouldn't have to call."

Emma stood up from her bed, and went to stand by her desk, crossing her arms. "You aren't being fair."

Amy was happy that the teen felt safe and was acting more and more like her child, but the mood swings made her head spin sometimes. "Am I spanking your butt right now?"

"No."

"Then how am I being unfair?"

"You didn't even ask why I didn't eat it." She raised her foot.

"Do you want to do stairs?" Amy asked.

Emma slowly lowered her foot, and slipped into her ballet stance. "No."

"Why didn't you eat lunch?"

"You don't care." Emma spat.

"I'm trying here, baby. Should I send in Daddy?"

"It was spaghetti!" Emma said as if it was obvious. "And I did eat the bread and the broccoli!" When Amy seemed to have no reaction to that Emma came unglued. "Spaghetti, Amy! Did you fucking hear me?!" At that Emma did stomp.

"Stairs. Five sets." Amy told the girl. She too went down stairs and got one of the shakes the center had recommended to compensate for the calories the teen was about to expend, before going up to sit on the teens bed.

Hunter poked his head in the doorway. "What's up?" Amy bit her lip, and without knowing it had already given herself away. She knew she should tell him everything that was happening, but Emma came up the steps then and paused. "We're you told to stop?" Hunter asked the teen.

"Momma said five sets and I did five."

"Now it's momma?" Amy asked. Emma blushed and looked down at the floor. They both knew the back and forth with the name thing to get what she wanted drove Hunter up the wall.

"Why were you doing stairs?"

"I stomped my foot and shouted at Momma." Emma mumbled.

"Why?"