Family Again (✔)

CHAPTER 10

"Kitchen, now." Brandon growled.

I rushed inside, not sparing Drew a second glance to see if he followed or not. I went straight to the kitchen with Brandon following closely behind.

"Where were you!"

"At the m-movies. I lost track of time."

"Don't let this happen again. " Brandon said.

"So what? I can't leave the house? You can't treat me like this!"

What happened next was engraved in my mind. The sound of a slap echoed through the empty kitchen. Tears sprang to my eyes.

"Don't push me! Adam isn't here to protect you. Don't think for a second that I won't hurt you if you mouth up to me. "

He grabbed my hair and gave it a hard tug to prove his point. "Understand me?"

I nodded stifly.

"Now, make dinner. And make sure to keep that mark covered up; Drew's staying for dinner. " he went to walk away but stopped and continued. "If you think of telling Adam, I'll make you regret it. I'm serious, Lia. "

He left after that.

I wiped away my tears and went to work.

When I was finished I served the food; making sure to cover the side of my face with my hair, so Drew couldn't see the angry red hand print Brandon left there.

"Lia, aren't you going to eat with us?" Drew asked. I turned to look at him, not missing the scowl on Brandon's face.

"I'm not hungry right now. I'll come down later and get something."

He frowned in concern. "Are you sure?"

"She does this alot. She'll get something later." Jayson dismissed me. Drew didn't look convinced but he let it go.

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In my room; my mind was working over time. I was contemplating if to puke out what I ate when I was with Drew or not.

I got up and stood in front of the mirror. Pulling up my shirt, I exposed my stomach. It was flat, but I felt as if that wasn't enough. I had to get skinny. I had to be able to count my ribs, then maybe.... maybe they would accept me.

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My head leaned against the bathroom wall. My breathing coming out harsher than usual. I tried to get up from the floor but I couldn't. I felt so weak; I was shaking, my throat was sore , my stomach hurt, my insides were messed up; tears tricked down my cheek. I was having an internal battle. Everything was a blur.

Why am I doing this again?

So I could be beautiful, right.

Shouldn't people like me just the way I am?

They will, when I get thin and beautiful.

As soon as I looked as good as those gorgeous models. No one likes an ugly pig.

The voice in my head was brutal and I couldn't help but agree.