A Lesbian Love Story

10

I was finally released from the hospital. I left with all of my friends, including Amber. Amber carried me out of the hospital because I weigh like 105 lbs and Amber is a cheerleader. I laughed as we walked out. Everyone is glad to see me back to normal. Or how I was before the incident. They thought that was normal but that was not normal, no it wasn't even close to normal. Cody opened the door to Amber's car and Amber put me in my seat like I'm 5. I buckled my seat belt and closed my door. Amber got in the other side and started driving.

"Where are we going?" I asked as Amber passed my house.

"I'm getting my nails done and so are you." I groaned.

"Oh come on I just got out of the hospital. I'm not even wearing my normal clothes!" I looked down at the blue skinny jeans, combat boots, Gray t-shirt and red and black flannel I wore.

"So? You look good, babe." She said. I cringed.

"That's a lie. Why would you lie." I said. She laughed.

"I don't lie. If you don't think you're pretty then you either need a new mirror or new eyes."

"New mirror. My eyes would say you weren't pretty if I needed new ones." I said.

"Alright. Fine. I'll get my nails done on my free time." She said, turning the car around.

I walked into my house alone. Amber dropped me off after winning a 5 minute argument on letting me shower. I went into the upstairs bathroom and climbed into the freezing cold shower.

I climbed out of the shower 20 minutes later after washing my hair and shaving my legs. It felt nice to be clean. I started to get dressed and look in the mirror at my scar covered arms and legs. Bruises covered most of the scars. There was no way I could have sex with Amber any time soon. Or be naked with her. Or wear shorts. I grabbed my bottle of concealer out of my makeup bag and began to apply it to my arms. I kept makeup to cover up bruises and cuts from my mother and myself. But I had other makeup as well, like eyeliner, mascara, eye shadow, blush, lip gloss, and foundation. So why not use it? I quickly got dressed and began to apply my makeup. I wasn't doing anything too nice, just a natural look. I finished after five minutes and I walked downstairs wearing the same clothes I had on before, except my flannel was around my waist and I had a hoodie on and a flat brim on backwards. I walked out the door and began the walk to Amber's house. I was taking the short route today. It only took just under ten minutes for me to arrive. I ran up the front steps and knocked on the door and waited. She finally opened the door after a few minutes and smiled at me.

"Hey cutie." She said.

"Hey." I blushed a bit.

"Come in." She said, stepping aside to let me walk in. I stepped in and she shut the door and looked at me.

"You owe me for not letting me get my nails done." She said.

"Fine." I said.

"Let's go to my room." She said.

"It feels so nice to be clean." I said as we walked up the stairs to her room.

"It always is." She said. I sat on the edge of her bed. She laid across from me. She looked at me.

"Are you wearing makeup?" She asked.

"Maybe..." I smirked. She smacked my leg lightly.

"Jordan Elizabeth Miller!" She said.

"Don't use my middle name bitch." I said. She laughed.

"Fine, Liz." I smacked her arm. She squealed. We both laughed.

"Why are you wearing a hoodie? It's springtime." She asked.

"Because." I said. She pulled me towards her. I slipped my hoodie over my head and crumbled it up before tossing it onto the floor. She pulled me into her lap and held my hands in front of my chest. We laid there for a few moments. She took my hat off of my head and dropped it on the floor. After a few minutes, she pushed me up and got up. She went to the door and motioned for me to come. I got up and followed her downstairs. We walked into the kitchen. She pulled out two bar stools. I sat. She went into the fridge and closed it. She tossed me an apple. I bit into it after examining the vibrant red piece of fruit. She bit into a banana after peeling it halfway. She sat on the other stool. She looked at me.

"Can I ask you something?" She asked.

"Go for it." I said as I took a small bite into my apple.

"Why don't you eat lunch?" She asked. Fuck. Walked right into this one.

"I like to have big breakfasts a lot. Gives me energy for the day. I'm never hungry at lunch time. I eat something small when I get home from school, don't worry." I gotta stop lying to Amber. It's not a good habit.

"It can't be good for you, to not eat lunch." Amber stated, worriedly.

"It's alright, don't worry. I'm fine." I assured her.

"I just don't want to see you develop an eating disorder..." She muttered. Too late.

"I would never." That's something I would've said back in junior high, but as of three years ago, I've been anorexic.

"Good." She said as she pecked me on my cheek.