Anorexic Anatole

One-The start

Anatole sat. Watching the clock. Tick. Tock. He heard his father screaming for him to come downstairs to eat. He ignored him not wanted to speak at the moment.

"ANATOLE VASILYEVICH KURAGIN! COME DOWN HERE TO EAT."
Silence. Anatole in fact didn't want to eat. He hasn't wanted to eat for a few days. But at last he silently stood up and gracefully walked down the stairs. His father, Prince Vasily Kuragin, was fuming. Instead of the formal clothing he was expected to wear, he was wearing a sweatshirt and some sweatpants. His sister, Hélène Kuragina, was at the table in a pretty dress. He kissed her on the head and sat down, not in the poster he was expected to be in. Vasily was astonished. Anatole looked at his nails which were painted by his boyfriend, Fyodor "Fedya" Dolokhov, a hot pink color yesterday, and smiled. He tapped his nails on the table, and his father noticed the pink. He slammed his fist on the table and yelled, "ANATOLE KURAGIN WHAT IS THAT."

Anatole froze. He started tearing up and put up his hood and hid in his sweatshirt. Vasily threw a glass cup at Anatole and it shattered. Anatole yelped and skid back. Hélène panicked, she knew her little brother would get insanely hurt if she didn't do something. "F-Father leave him alone! He was drunk and so was I! I painted his nails!" Hélène yelled. Anatole looked at her in tears and mouthed, "You didn't have to do that". Hélène nodded, "I thought he would take it off, but he must've forgotten!" Vasily sighed, "Fine, but don't do it again. You made him look like a gay fag."

Anatole stood up and walked back to his room. Only haven eaten a little piece of bread and called Fedya while in tears. Fedya answered confused. Anatole told him what happened and told him he needed him. Fedya hung up and got in his car and raced to Anatole house, only in a tank top and sweatpants. Vasily answered the door and Fedya shoved past him growling.