Brookes POV
After we finished the video, Connor started editing. I sat on the couch messing with my phone.
“Hey Con, I think I’m gonna go home for a bit.” I said. I haven’t had any alone time since me and Connor met, and I need a little break from him.
When I got I just started dealing with work stuff, emails with my manager, setting up shoot days, the usual. The next couple of days went by and I just sort of chilled at home alone. I had just got home from a 9 mile run when I heard a knock on my door.
“Connor?” I asked. Why was he here? He kissed my cheek and walked past me setting a bag on my coffee table. “What are you doing here?” I asked. “I brought Chinese food.” He said smiling and digging in the bag. “Oh.” I tried to sound excited but I wasn’t hungry. “What’s wrong baby?” Connor asked and patted the couch gesturing me to sit.
“Nothing,” I laughed. “Eat up” He said placing a box of take out on the coffee table. “No im not hungry” I said pushing the box away. “More for me” Connor said laughing. “So did you just get back from a run?” He asked after he swolled a mouth full of food. “Yeah, and now if you don’t mind, im gonna take a shower.” I said getting up from the couch. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. While I waited for it to warm up I decided to weigh myself.
The truth is, I was trying to lose some weight. I had always been 100 pounds ever since I started modeling and lately ive been gaining weight. I was a model so weight did matter. I’ll lose it no time though. I got out of the shower, got dressed and headed to the living room. Connor was on the couch watching tv .
“I put your orange chicken in the microwave to keep it warm,” He said smiling at me. “Thanks but im good...” I smiled back at him. He stood up. “Who goes on a 9 mile run and then isn’t hungry?” he looked at me confused. “Me?” I replied, I was annoyed. “What was the last thing you ate?” Connor asked. He looked concerned. “I don’t know, I had a protein bar this morning.” I replied and started walking to the kitchen, but connor grabbed my wrist.
“What?” I yelled. “What’s going on Brooke?” He was still holding my wrist. I shrugged my shoulders, and tried to get out of his grip. “Brooke!” He yelled with an angry tone in his voice. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said blankly. “I don’t know if you’re trying to lose weight for modeling or what but this is unhealthy and im not going to sit here and watch this happen.” He looked into my eyes. “This is my body, you can’t control me” I said and finally got out of his grip. “Its not going to be your body after you starve yourself to death.” He yelled across the kitchen.
“Connor your overreacting.” I said and rolled my eyes. “If you love me and yourself, then eat.” He said pointing at the fridge. Wtf, when did Connor become my dad. “Con-” I stopped when he shot me a look. “Do you think I want to starve myself?” I looked at him holding back tears. “Do you think ive ever wanted to hang over the toilet with a toothbrush? Or run 10 miles every damn day?” I let one tear fall. Connor stared at me.
“Brooke, you don’t have to do that” he said trying to calm me down. “Yes I do Connor. Stop acting like you know whats it like to be me, because you don’t. Sometimes you have to do things you’re not proud of but that’s how life works.” I yelled.
“No! That’s not how it works Brooke!” He yelled back. “Can you stop acting like my dad for 10 seconds?!” I yelled. “Can you stop acting like a child? Im trying to help you and you’re acting like everything’s okay. Im about to walk out that fucking door.” He said and pointed at my front door. “Be my fucking guest Connor.” I said and walked over to the door and opened for him. He walked out and I slammed it shut. “Ugh!” I yelled at the top of my lungs and kicked the door out of anger. I heard Connor hitting a wall too. I slid down the back of my door and let all the tears I had been holding back fall. I eventually made it to the couch and curled up in a ball and fell asleep.
It was 1 am when I woke because my doorbell rang. I walked over to the door with a blanket wrapped around me. I opened it and before I could see who it was I was engulfed in a hug. Connor. He didn’t say anything, he just shut the door behind him and hugged me more, I hugged him back. I don’t know why but I started to cry again, maybe it was just because of the thought of ever losing Connor. We walked over to the couch, and I sat on Connors lap and rested my head on this chest. We didn’t say one word to each other he just moved my hair out of my face, and I drew shapes on his chest with my finger.
