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|| Trigger warning: This chapter mentions some sensitive topics such as eating disorders and mental health issues, so please don't read the first few pages if you think it could upset you. ||

Jackson Evans (Effie's Brother)

I allowed myself to stare into space as Effie spoke politely to the nurse that nobody really liked.

I just wanted to leave. Not stick around and listen to Linda's patronising tone.

She placed a handful of leaflets into Effie's palms, each with a different alarming picture on the front.

When she finally decided to shut up and leave my sister alone, she turned to me, placing a not-at-all reassuring hand on my upper arm.

"I just want you to remember Jackson, Bulimia is a life-long condition. You're on a long road to recovery, but with the help of supportive friends and family, you can get through it." She said, offering an attempt at a warm smile.

If I had a dollar for every time I'd been told that Bulimia was a life-long condition...

Effie shuffled her feet, picking up two of my many bags, before turning to Linda with a grin.

"We should go. But thank you for everything you've done for Jackson. It's much appreciated." She said.

Although I didn't really appreciate Linda. She'd managed to make me feel worse in my first week in the hospital than I'd felt for the entire year before I was admitted. She only talked about rules and regulations and her favourite topic- suicide.

Not something to converse about with a fifteen year old bulimic kid.

Linda waved her hand nonchalantly, tapping my arm one more time before disappearing off in the other direction, muttering a high-pitched 'bye' as she left.

"Well, she was nice." Effie muttered, turning to face me with a lop-sided smile.

"Can we just go?" I questioned, nodding towards the hospital's highly secure exit.

She nodded, walking towards me, before throwing her skinny arms around my lanky frame.

She looked up at me, a huge smile adorning her face and wiped away a stray tear from her cheek.

"I'm so glad you're coming home." She said, mumbling into my hoodie.

"I am too."

**

Effie Evans

I rolled my eyes as I pulled onto the driveway.

"No way! Taco Bell is so much better than..." I paused, noticing a tall brown haired boy standing outside my front door.

What the hell was Nate doing outside my house? And more importantly, why wasn't he covering my shift at work?

Upon hearing the low rumble of the engine, he turned around, smiling and offering a small wave when he noticed Jackson.

"What's Nate doing here?" Jackson asked, raising his eyebrows at me.

I shook my head. "I don't know. I didn't invite him, he probably wants something."

Jackson nodded, picking up most of his luggage.

"I'm gonna go and unpack." He stated.

I got out of the car, locking the black vehicle behind me, making my way towards Nate.