Anna & her Alphas

Twenty: Tension

Pic: Anna at 13.
(Mackenzie Foy)

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Louis' POV

"Where are they?" Anna looks around impatiently.

"Chill Anna, they are probably getting their luggage," I say.

We are all waiting for Sally and Dad to come out of the airport, their plane got in about half an hour ago and we are here to pick them up.

We are stood outside by our car, (well, Steve's Land Rover) and us lads are killing the time on our phones where as Anna is constantly scanning the exits.

"They'll be out any minute," Adam mumbles.

"MUM!"

"Anna! Be careful!" Brett yells, alert as Anna runs to them.

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Anna's POV

Two pounds lost. Its not enough, it's never enough, I need to carry on restricting.

I step off the bathroom scales and put on my clothes for the day - mom jeans, a tank top then an oversized jumper and I walk downstairs.

"Morning Mum and Steve," I smile, pretending everything is okay.

"Morning sweetie," Mum smiles.

"Morning Anna, how are you?" Steve looks up from his newspaper.

"I'm good thank you," I lie through my teeth.

"We should do something together today," Mum says, making French toast.

"Yeah, sure. I would like that," I grin, setting the table.

"Great. Can you go get the boys please, breakfast is ready," Mum says, dishing up.

"Will do," I run out of the kitchen, down the hall and up the stairs.

I knock on Logan's door first, "Breakfast is ready bro."

"Thanks Anna," He groggily replies.

I then walk down to Adam's room, "Adam, breakfast is served."

"I will, cheers sister," Adam replies.

I traipse down to the last room on the left, which is Louis' room - "Louis, breakfast!"

"Coming," I hear him get up from his bed.

I then walk directly across to Brett's room, I knock before telling him Mum wants him down for breakfast.

"Okay, thanks," he grumbles in his morning voice.

"Anna, how many pieces would you like?" Mum asks me when I walk back down, Adam and Logan are already down here.

"Um, none. I'm gonna have some fruit if that's okay," I say quietly.

"How can you not have French toast?" Logan looks shocked.

Because, Logan, I don't have a fast metabolism like you.

"I'm not that hungry," I deceit them, again, which Adam raises his eyebrows at but thankfully says nothing.

"Alright, well there's some apples and strawberries in the fridge love," Mum says to me.

I thank her and then get out an apple and cut it up, before sitting in my usual place.

Brett and Louis come down and we all eat, "why aren't you eating French toast?" Louis asks me.

"I'm not that hungry," I shrug.