I looked at Turner who seemed to have calmed down some and he took a seat next to me, not saying a word. Instead he just sat there thinking for a minute. The silence was uncomfortable, especially at a time like this.
Suddenly my stomach made a loud rumbling noise, oh great! Why is this happening now?! I clunched my stomach trying to get it to stop. Once it did I got up, "I'm gonna go to the bathroom..."
I could hear Turner sigh as I walked away. Once I got to the bathroom I locked the door behind me. I didn't actually have to go to the bathroom, I just didn't want my stomach to rumble again, especially in front of him at a time like this.
How am I supposed to know if my stomach won't growl again? If it does what am I supposed to do to make it go away?
I ran the facet from the sink and cupped my hands to swallow some water multiple times. Maybe it'll help? My stomach rumbled again and so I lightly punched it, then cupped one more thing of water before leaving the bathroom and walking back to the couch, where Turner no longer was...
I peeked into the kitchen where Turner was. I saw him coming out with a plate and so I sat on the couch.
"I figured that you're probably hungry since it's been a long day." Turner handed me a plate with a peanut butter sandwich and a banana.
"No, I'm good. I ate at Chubbies..."
"Yeah, I know. Eric told me how it was barely even touched." Turner commented and I felt my heart skip a beat. "Now what exactly did you even eat today?"
"Why are you going to listen to Eric? He wasn't even really around!" I was so angry. What, was Eric stalking me or something?
Turner took a deep breath, "Shawn we had this conversation earlier, do you really want me going over this again with you? People have just been really concerned lately with how little you've been eating. I asked Eric out in the hallway if he noticed you eating anything and he told me how it was barely even touched. I'm just really worried about you, Shawn."
"Well don't be." I looked him dead in his wide-worried eyes. "I'm fine and I ate." Turner looked at me skeptically. "What, don't you believe me?!"
"Shawn, if I'm being completely honest with you, I don't. There's just so many signs and so many reasons not to." He paused. "I've been thinking a lot today and I think I decided that it would be in the best interest for you to see a counselor. I know these last few months have been horrible and that's not even including all those times before I ever even knew you or even before I took you in for the the first time. I just feel like maybe you've been under a lot of stress with everything that's been going on, and that is a completely normal reaction. However, I don't like this whole lack of eating ordeal and I seriously need for you to see how dangerous it is too. I don't think you even realize and I don't know what else I can do for you besides reach out to a counselor, so I think that'll help."
I vigorously shook my head, "No, Turner there's no way I'm doing that. I don't need any help, I'm fine!"
"Shawn, you're not fine because what you're doing to yourself isn't healthy. Do you remember not too long again whenever you still lived with your dad and you always said you were fine, but yet you constantly showed up to school with bruises all over you. Turned out you had a traumatic home life, which certainly wasn't fine. Now though you're living with me and things are a lot better, because you are safe and out of harms way. Same thing goes with your new eating habits. You say your fine, but it's not healthy to go all day long without eating. I don't know what else I can do for you to help with this besides explain to you how dangerous it is and constantly try getting you to eat, but I can't force you... That's why I think it would be good for you to see a counselor, to figure out whatever is going on and see how we can solve everything."
