Kade {girlxgirl} ©

Kade {Chapter Five}

✞Jade✞

Life is boring, without interesting things.

Most people can't be interesting without things.

Unless you're unique. I have unique friends.

They make life.... not boring.

"Did you know that once you lose track of how many calories you've eaten, the calories cease to exist."

That came out of no where. I looked up at Kacie and raised my eyebrows. She was finishing her fourth brownie.

"See, I've lost track, so I'm not gonna care." She licked her fingers and nodded at my plate.

I sighed and started to eat.

A cup of rice: 204 calories, 44 grams of carbs. Ugh.
Two cups of salad: 18 calories, 1.75 grams of carbs. Not so ugh.

It was a game I played with myself.

Only letting myself have 500 calories one day and then zero calories the next.

Efficient. Working.

I didn't need the empty calories of Pepsi or the disgusting frosting of donuts.

Even though I want them so bad.

I don't need them.

Not even the sad glare of Kacie can make me change.

My mother hates me to the point of not even caring.

Not caring one fucking bit.

"Please eat something more Jade." Kacie urges, eyes watering slightly. I've upset her.

Shit.

"It's hard." I plead, she nods and then stands up.

I sigh and watch her walk out of the room.

Five days and no-one has called me home. Kacies mom was all pinched lips and narrowed eyes, threatening to call the police on my failure of a mother. I waved her off.

'I'm okay, and I'll be able to move out soon.' Made her happy.
Kacies mom is fine with me. This has happened before, and plus, she had to leave for a business trip anyway.

Clang!

I jumped up and crept toward the kitchen where I heard the noise.

Kacie stood in the middle of the kitchen surrounded by pots and packaged food.

"What the fuck?....." I asked, laughing and attempted to help her off the floor. I ended up falling down with her and landing on my ass.

"Ooww.." I whined, the throbbing of my ass-bone made this situation even worse/funnier.

Kacie slowly got up and brushed herself off, before offering her hand to me.

I pulled her back down.

She shrieked and landed on top of me.

My heart stopped.

"You bitch!" She screamed and smacked my arm. I laughed and kissed her nose.

I kissed her nose. Shit.

That was weird/she's gonna know/be disgusted/dis-friend me/kill me/condemn me to hell//

She blushed.

She blushed.

She turned her head away, all the humor from a few seconds ago was gone and she picked the pots off of the floor.

I helped her pick them up and she filled one up with water. She put it on the stove on high. The water started to bubble.

"What are you gonna' make?" I asked. She shrugged and opened the pasta box. I frowned and watched her break the angel hair in half and put it in the now boiling pot.

She took another pot and filled it with a jar of Alfredo sauce.

"How much do you weigh?" She asked.

"I- Why?" I asked, narrowing my eyes, I placed my hands on my hipbones, eyebrows raised.

She glared and stirred the sauce.

Oh.

"How much do you weight, Jade?" Her menacing voice made my bones twitch.

"85 pounds." I whispered.

She sighed and got a plate out.

The food was for me.

I needed to stay strong/stay strong/empty is strong/empty is good/no eating/food is evil//

She slopped the noodles onto the plate and poured the sauce right on top.

"I'm not eating that." I blurted out as she took out some baby carrots and placed them on the plate.

"I just ate, you saw me. I'm not hungry." I tried again. My stomach growled. Fuck. She narrowed her eyes and handed me the plate.

"Eat."

"You shouldn't be doing this, you're gonna give me a panic attack." I pleaded as she glared.

"Please." My voice cracked.

"Dammit Jade! Can't you just for once please eat something?! You're not gonna get fat, you're not gonna die, you're gonna be fine!" She slammed her hand on the table. I flinched. Why was she so angry all of a sudden?

"You don't-" I started, but she cut me off with a sadistic laugh.

"You're right, god forbid I fucking understand, right?!" She yelled. I shrunk back into the wall.

"I didn't mean it like that." I mumbled.

"Eat." She spat at me.

I did the thing I was best at doing.

I ran away, again.

I shook my head and bolted for the door. My keys were in my pocket already.

My shoes were in the house.

Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit.

Shit.

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