Bridge Jump (rewrite)

Chapter Seven: Rich Kids

She didn't know what compelled her to join the group of kids on the roof, maybe it was her way of rebelling against a system that was sent up. Or maybe it was the fact she was afraid to say no, get on someone's bad-side. Whatever the reason, it left her feeling uneasy and very uncomfortable. Of course, she laughed when needed so the others remained oblivious to her true feeling. She always let the bottle being passed around skip over her, muttering a quick "Next time around" -Similar to that she did when offered food. She plastered that smile on her face excusing herself to the bathroom. She made her way down the stairs to the main floor, rushing out into the lobby, her face flushed red from the activity. She looked around her eyes catching her body guard's worried gaze. She watched as he stood from his seat walking towards her.

"Are you ready to leave?" he asked, arms crossing over his wide chest.

"Yes."

She arrived home just before it was time for dinner. She looked at the lavishly set dining table. She frowned when she saw her mother hurrying from the kitchen their maid and cook following behind arms full. Her frown deepened when her mother called her name.

"Lindsey, go get changed. Your father's friend is coming for dinner."

Lindsey felt a little shiver rake though her as her mother's eyes wandered over her frame a displeased look. The slight crows' feet becoming far more apparent from the pointed expression towards Lindsey. Her mother didn't dear speak through her pursed lips, she knew the look was enough. Within second she had found herself up the stairs in her room purging herself of the little food she had eaten, shame settling over her. She puked until she empties and nothing, but liquid spewed from her. She felt better, she dropped her hair back. She stood before the sink looking at her reflection, not doting on it. Lindsey grabbed her toothbrush squeezing on toothpaste, before she swished some water around clearing her mouth of her stomach contents. She harshly brushed at her teeth, making a point to scrub her tongue and make sure there was no evidence of what had just happened. Just like that she was back into the cycle; wake, starve, binge, mother, purge, perfect daughter, light dinner, purge, sleep. A simple cycle that she was hardwired to do. She didn't even realize how she had done her make-up and hair already. She finally glanced at the dress on her bed. Of course, her mother had hand selected it from a small selection of greats before having it carefully cleaned, pressed and prepped for a one-time wear. Lindsey did have to admit it was beautiful. She was thinking of how she'd have to hide this one from her mother to keep. She slipped it on, watching how it dropped slipped onto her frame. It was a bit shorter than midthigh, the bright red basically glowing against her pale skin, complimenting her greenish undertone. She slipped on the red shoes that her mother had paired before making her way downstairs. Her mother smiled at her when she entered the dinning room where everyone was waiting. Lindsey glanced over at the bodyguards that stood to the far corner of the dining room. She swallowed her sigh before stating, "So sorry for holding everything up."

Her father's friend smiled at her 'reassuring her' that it was okay, ending with a wink and a thumbs up. She slid into the only empty seat left, beside her brother. He laughed slightly, not enough for their parents to know, but enough for Lindsey to know. She smiled slightly, he winked at her imitating the thumbs up slightly under the table. She was so glad her little brother was here, if it weren't for him, she would not be able to sit through the evening. Everyone was enjoying the aperitif, with a drink in hand. Lindsey gladly accepted the glass of wine that the maid handing her. She sipped at it glancing around listening in on the conversation, political issues being of debate considering her father was a senator.

She didn't know what glass of wine she was on but she like the warm feeling it gave her. She giggled at something her brother had said about how their parents looked like Peter and Lois from Family guy. She whispered back that that would make them Meg and Chris. Their laughs were a little louder than expected, pulling them into the discussion.

"What's so funny about abortion?" Their mother snapped, "it's terrible and a sin."

They couldn't help but laugh even more at their mother. Lindsey was laughing so hard she had forgotten to breath.

"My god, Lindsey are you drunk?" Her mother demanded getting up from her perch, marching over to Lindsey and her brother, Zander. When she got closer, she got a whiff of her son, who was currently baked out of his mind. She frowned before turning to the guards and whispering something to them and returning to her seat beside the kid's father. The second she was seated, the security pulled Lindsey and Zander up. They were dragged roughly to their room. Lindsey was utterly shocked as they were jostled into their room the door locked behind them. She hated that. Her mother had the doors so they could be locked from the outside. She banged on the door harshly, crying out loudly. She knew she had fucked up, oh how she wished she had stayed on that roof with all those kids who she hated.

She glanced at the clock on her desk, 11:30pm. She sighed her face stained with tears as she lied in bed. She could hear her parent's arguing like most nights followed by her father marching down the hall and leaving. Finally, she heard her mother scream at the door,

"You two aren't coming out for 24 hours, you shouldn't have acted up."

This was nothing, she was used to this. A lot of her childhood memories consisted of her locked in her room like this.