Skinny

Chapter 8

First, I want to thank everyone who's taking their time to read this story, it means a lot to me. A few of my friends have gone through this kind of stuff, so I know quite a lot about it. If anyone needs anyone to talk to, feel free to message me or talk to someone you trust :)

BTW this is unedited because I have to go somewhere, so hopefully it's not too bad. I'll edit it when I can :) Enjoy :)

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            I closed my eyes and swallowed the mouthful of food still in my mouth. I didn’t want to turn around, fearful of the face I was about to encounter, but I knew I had to. I slowly turned my body and took a deep breath, not liking the concern and shock plastered all over his face. “Matt.” I said quietly, staring at my brother who had caught me in an act I never wanted anyone to witness.

            He took a step closer to me and peered around me, looking at the table filled with food. “Kylie, what’s going on?” He asked, completely confused.

            I could always lie and just tell him I wasn’t sure of what to eat, so I had brought out a bunch of food. “I was just hungry, didn’t know what to eat. Wanted to keep my choices open.” I said quietly, hoping he’d believe me.

            Matt narrowed his eyes at me, letting me know he didn’t. “I saw you leave the party, Kylie. I followed you because I was worried. You looked so angry. And then when I came home, I saw you shovel all of that food in your mouth. What’s really going on?” He asked, stepping even closer to me.

            I was stuck and at a complete loss for words. I hadn’t even heard him come through the front door, let alone walk into the kitchen. I felt humiliated and ashamed. No one was ever supposed to see me doing that. It was my secret, and mine to keep, but now Matt knew. He witnessed me binging, and now all I wanted to do was throw up. What was I supposed to say? I couldn’t just spit out the truth and tell him everything I’ve been doing. He’d either think I was completely crazy and be disgusted with me, or he’d be so worried and tell my parents. I couldn’t have either of those happen, especially since we had gotten closer since I had lost weight. I didn’t want to go back to the horrible relationship we had.

            He took my silence as his cue to speak up. “I heard you passed out, and when I went to go check on you, I was right. You looked so skinny, I saw your ribs poking out, it was horrible, and now this? Are you bulimic?”

            Now my brother may have been immature, young, and oblivious, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew what eating disorders were. He was on the football team, of course he knew, but I sure as hell wasn’t bulimic. I wasn’t anorexic either. Bulimic people ate regularly and then threw up after they binged. And anorexic people never ate. I wasn’t either of those.

            “No, Matt. I’m not, I promise.” I told him, my voice shaking.

            “How exactly did you lose all of that weight, Kylie? You lost it pretty fast. I may be only sixteen, but I pay attention to a few things.” He told me.