I sat up in bed, my bun obviously not cooperating as if flopped about my head. I fixed it before removing myself from bed and stretching. I saw the date today and knew it was that time of the year.
Thanksgiving. I did the annual thing of texting every single person in my contacts a 'happy thanksgiving'.
My parents returned earlier than I expected so I didnt mind, I knew we were going to the family orchard like we did each year to socialize with our New York family.
The past few days have bothered me because I havent gotten to speak much to Ashton, and it kind of killed me but I knew he was busy and so was I. I had dance, well, I made myself gain the opportunity to dance nonstop to release my mind of his dirty blonde hair and light deep dimples.
I sighed and walked over to my bathroom, shutting the door and turning the shower on. I havent purged since he left but I havent eaten either so there was nothing for me to do.
I stripped my clothes and stepped into the warm water, smiling as it pricked my skin with droplets.
I picked up my usual shampoo and lathered my hair with it as the music flooded the bathroom, mixing with the steam. I rinsed and let the conditioner sit as I washed my body and shaved my legs.
After fully rinsing every portion of my body I stepped out and wrapped a towel around my soaked hair and humidified body.
I quickly walked through the scented hallway and into my bedroom to close the door as I threw on some undergarmets.
I dropped my towel and first pulled on my burgundy classic ribbed sweater tights along with a matching burgundy cropped long sleeve top.
I pulled out my Olympis Le Tan grey overall dress and pulled my Forever 21 Snow Bunny Hooded Utlity Jacket and pulling a black cobweb infinity scarf from Topshop around my neck.
I sat on my bed just as my laptop began ringing, showing that I had a skype call. I clicked answer as Ashton's face popped up.
"Happy turkey day!" he said happily as his hair was hidden underneath a grey beanie and he wore something similar to myself. A grey top and a brown jacket. His pants were obviously black along with his shoes because it was something he always chose to wear.
"Give me a sec." I told him as I stood up to grab my black suede wedge ankle boots and slipped my feet into them.
I walked over to my computer, fixing the angle so I can remain standing, "Happy Thanksgiving." I smiled to him. He looked genuinley happy.
"Are you ready to stuff your face today?" I said jokingly, he laughed and nodded. "Of course, I always am."
He looked at me in the eyes, and I knew what he was questioning, "Im not eating." I told him softly, he sighed and nodded, "I know."
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I looked at the numerous amount of people at the orchard and it made me feel out of place.
I turned my attention to the voices that were calling my name, of course it had to be my cousins. I internally groaned and walked over to the triplets that had their boobs too high and the skimpiest clothing articles on but decided to make it 'work' in the cold by adding tights.
"Hi Brinley." they said in sync. "Hi." I said boredly.
"You're so thin!!" Stacey, the oldest triplet squealed. "How are you doing it!" Macy asked, the youngest. "You're probably starving yourself" Marley spoke up, the middle triplet spat. She never liked me.
Ever.
I rolled my eyes, "Did you call me over here to critisize me? Because I think I can do that myself." I barked.
"Calm down there Brin, we're family." Marley laughed. I bit my tongue and walked away, hearing their taunting remarks at my backside.
I walked over to my parents and my mother's parents.
"Oh Brinley dear!!" my grandmother cheered as she hug me, "Oh dear! You're so thin!! Let's get you some food!!" she said happily, dragging me along.
"And dont say you're hungry because we are eating everything that I put on our plates." she instructed. I could never make gran angry or sad, and this triggered the churning of my stomach already.
We sat at one of the wooden tables, my plate full of turkey, ham, stuffing, and other food items. I felt sick.
"Let's eat while I tell you of my journey last month." gran told me, signaling for me to eat. I scooped a small bite of stuffing into my mouth, instantly wanting to return it to the plate as it traveled down my esophagus.
Maybe 30 minutes later, we finished and I told gran I had to use the bathroom. I quickly got up and walked normally but with a rapid pace to the restrooms.
It was one stall and a single bathroom witch I thanked the heavens for.
I entered and locked the door, rushing to the toilet and shoving my fingers down my throat, scraping the part that ignited the gag reflex as I allowed the bile and mixed food contents up my throat and into the toilet.
I praised myself for wearing my hair in a bun as the food continuously rushed out my mouth. I let it go on til I saw blood form in the toilet. I knew it was bad but I couldnt allow a single trace of food to make its calorie content permanent in my body.
I flushed the toilet and pulled a toothbrush out of my small purse and brushed my teeth properly but rapidly as I knew I had to get out just in case other people came in.
I sprayed some perfume around the stall and on myself so no one knew.
I opened the door to see a person I didnt expect to see. The triplets.
