Basorexia

Chapter Five

The instruction given by my father was painful as I saw Grant's attempt to reach me, prove useless. Sliding notes throughout class, leaving letters in my locker, even sitting by me at lunch-I slowly pulled away from him, to make this as painless as possible. But as the final bell rung, I knew I would have to practically race from school to miss him. Making sure I was the first out of class, I ran down the front steps and down the street before hearing the bike come alongside me. He followed me as I didn't slow down, not even as he called out to me. Eventually, he pulled me so my steps ceased as I turned in aggravation towards him.

"Did I do something? Was it one of the dozens of stories Lorna told you?" Seeing something in my eyes, his expression changed from content to suspicious. "Did something happen? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

"You are so short with me-"

"I said I'm fine, I just want to go home."

"I can give you a ride."

"No!"

"Clearly, I did something...but I have no idea what-"

Realizing he was more stubborn then me, I turned quick on my heel.

"You were right about my intention with you...okay?"

"What?"

"I wanted you to piss my dad off...and it worked...so now...I don't need you anymore. He saw you drop me off-"

"You're not making any sense..."

"We are too different-I realized that last night. You're too...low class." Due to that comment, I finally reached him as he pulled back. Not saying a word until getting on his bike, he kept his helmet off before looking to me with a deep-hit pain.

"I thought you were different, Jane." And with one final rev, he drove off in the opposite direction as I arrived home to find my father waiting for me on the porch. Instantly, I could feel that this would be a long night.

Making my way up the steps, he looked behind me to be sure I came alone.

"I see you have managed to keep your legs closed today." I ignored this comment as I continued my way into the house. He followed, shutting the door behind me as I tried to hide in the kitchen.

"I found something..." He said as he took out my diary.

I reached to take it back before he won the battle and held it high above me. I felt as if he was torturing me on purpose-blaming me for mom, as he was not always this cruel to me.

"I particularly find the pages about me fascinating. How you describe me squeezing your arms....bruising you-if the wrong person were to find this, I would lose my job." Taking it, he threw it into the fire place as I watched my feelings and thoughts literally burn in front of me. "If I find anything else...I will then put YOU in that fire."

For the remainder of the night, I stayed in my room, thinking of Grant. I felt awful for my treatment of him, but I had no choice. Father would have destroyed him-and his family if I didn't cut him away. Truth was, I was finding a true bond with Grant, in a way I had never had with anyone-not even Rae.

By morning, father was gone and I had the entire Saturday to myself. I took the time to catch up on some homework and then reality television. I found it relaxing until around six. The door swung open and my father leaned on the door, drunk and murmuring. Upon seeing me, he demanded that I help him-and I did without question, as I then shut the door and placed him on the couch. Placing a blanket over him, I went to get water before hearing a loud thud. Coming back into the living room, I saw him on the floor, nearly passed out. I helped him back up and gave him the water as he threw the glass on the ground, making it shatter into thousands of pieces.

"PICK IT UP!" He said as his heavy eyes looked to me. Before I had the chance, he attempted to walk and stepped on one of the pieces before letting out a shriek. "You are truly incapable of doing anything! I cannot wait for you to get away from here! I don't even care if it's college-even if I have to pay a million dollars...just to have you gone..." Although with a murmured tone, I could still hear each painful word.

"You are such a jerk."

His expression changed from drunk to sober in .2 seconds as he glared.

"What did you say to me? I deserve better than this! I give you a home-"

"You blame me for everything that I had nothing to do with. And you took the one guy who has shown me kindness-and pure friendship-"

"NO guy wants just friendship unless he's gay or faking it!"

"You're wrong."

"I'm never wrong!"

I went to leave before he pulled me back, sending me into the glass shards. My palm felt the majority of the pain along with my wrist and I pushed myself up.

"Let me go." I said quietly before feeling him hover over me.

"I own you. You go where I say you go!"

I swallowed hard.

"Not tonight." I said as I ran from the house, locking the door behind me before disappearing in the night.