Chapter Nine: Forget

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     🍩Melissa Evans🍩

After Vanessa's outburst, Jordan turned to look at me. He wrinkled his nose.

"Vanessa is like one of those cliché snobs. Like Regina, only less pretty and well more, I guess, bitchy?" He said. I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Yeah, she really is." I answered.

"I have to make sure my mom doesn't find out or she'll-"

"I'll do what?" A voice interrupted me.

I looked at the door to find my mom in the doorway but her hands crossed. I gulped, oh macaroni and cheese.

She walked over to me and embraced me. She squeezed so tight, I thought I was going to die.

"Mom...too...hard..." I wheezed out before she let go.

"MELISSA FRANCESCA EVANS, HOW DARE YOU SCARE ME TO DEATH!!!" She yelled. I winced. My mom burst into tears.

"Do you know how worried I was? You're the only person I have!" She sobbed.

"I'm sorry mom...I'm sorry..." I whispered. I tried so hard to become the perfect daughter, with perfect looks but I gave up. I gave up after everything tumbled down but I couldn't stop my Anorexia.

"Will I have to go to rehab?" I asked.

"Yes. You have to." She said. But I didn't want to leave.

"But I don't want to leave!" I whined. I couldn't help but burst into tears.

"You don't have to go to a centre, I can get someone from a rehabilitation centre to visit you and help you. I'll bring you to a therapist every week." My mother said.

I calmed down after hearing her.

"I'm sorry mom." I whispered.

"It's okay sweetie." She whispered back.

"Are you disappointed in me?" I asked.

"Why would I be? I think you're perfect. Vanessa's being a bitch and all because she knew I favoured you more than her." My mom said.

"Mom!"

"What? Just because I'm a mom doesn't mean I can't swear!" She retorted.

I rolled my eyes.

I looked over at Jordan. He snickered at my mom a bit before hastily straightening up when he made eye contact with me. My mom was talking to a doctor, probably about me.

I feel bad how we got on good terms with each other real quick when we barely know each other. But then again, maybe it was because of our so-called childhood bond. I honestly don't remember much of my childhood.

Except a few things... I mentally shook my head to stop me from remembering those horrible events. But flashes of the memory appeared. The gun. The man.

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