Secrets resurfacing

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  • Dedicated to to my mother, with all my love
                                    

francisco lachowski-sophia's bodyguard

 Dear reader, in this chapter I am going to introduce a character who struggles with anorexia, I just wanted to let you guys  know  that I am here for you guys if you want my help just send me a message.

CHAPTER EIGHT

 

Sophia's POV

 

I can’t eat. I can't eat. I can't eat. I can't eat.

I repeat this as a mantra, my food has been served on an exported china plate.

You can't eat, Sophia. You can't eat.

100 calories, just the sauce. 39 calories in a small meatball. There are 8 meatballs, 312 in total.

A slice of garlic bread, 206 calories. A piece of chocolate cake for dessert, 537 calories.

1,155 calories in total. 

I close my eyes and force myself to breathe.

You need to eat, you need to fool her.

The sparkling water was safe. So she took small sips as she forked the contents on her plate.

Her mother sat across from her, the scrape of the silverware against the china gave her the chills.

Her father was delayed, missing Monday's dinner as always, possibly having dinner with his other family.

The family he'd chosen instead her mother and her.

He'd had an affair with his secretary for years, even had two kids.

He loved them more, it was more than evident. Had their photos as his computer's background, small photos of them on his wallet.

Don't eat. You are so fat. You are going to break the chair.

Look at your face. You don't fit in your clothes anymore.

You should just die.

"Honey?"

Her mother's voice brought her to reality.

"Yes, mother?"

"Aren't you hungry? Does your food tastes bad?"

"I ate with G and the girls, lots of pizza. And had extra dessert." Sophia said, rubbing her belly in exaggeration.

Her mother smiled, understanding.

"At least try the cake, honey."

Sophia looked dubiously at it, should she do it?

Surely, it couldn't be that bad?

The cake felt like mud, tasted like heaven, and damned her into an irrevocable eternal hell of self-loathe.

Bites and bites and excruciating chewing, she finally ate the whole slice.

Mentally castigating herself.

It was her first meal in like what? A month? Three weeks? She wasn't so sure.

The phone rang and her mother went to pick it up. An emergency from the hospital again.

"I've got to go, Sophia, please go to sleep early and take your pills."

Nodding, she waved at her mother.

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