Falling off the Edge-under heavy editing

Chapter Six

Edited 06/12/15

Angie looked surprised for a second but put a reassuring hand on my shoulder, "Of course Summer. We can get through this. Together." She hugged me again.

This time, I was able to laugh, "Is it just me, or has there been too many hugs today?"

Angie laughed too, "Hey, we had a lot of hugs to catch up on okay?" She joked. "And also, just call me or talk to me whenever you feel like you need to, okay? I'll be here anytime and I promise I will help you get over this... Horrible disorder." She said the last part in a whisper and shuddered, probably remembering her experience.

Once Angie walked me home, I went to my bedroom and flopped onto my bed.
Of course my father was out. He always was with his stupid slut of a girlfriend. Girlfriends I should say. There were more than one around him. He has had many over the years but always failed to tell me about them. Like I haven't figured it out. I'm not stupid. Nor am I deaf or blind. The amount of noise they made was disgusting and the undergarments strewn around the house made me want to puke.

My dad was a player, obviously. That's how my mum and dad divorced. Poor mum couldn't take it anymore so I now spend a week with my dad and a week with my mum. But my mum is on a business trip so I was now stuck with my dad for two month which was good news for me since it was so easy to skip meals and not eat at all. But now it was different because I was going to change. And hopefully with Angie's help, I would recover successfully like she did. I admired her a lot for that.

My mum tried to take me to a therapist before but none of them cared and none of them changed me at all. Yet Angie changed my thinking in just a few sentences. Angie was now my therapist and a damn good one too. Although she should be getting paid for dealing with a pain in the ass like me.

After about two hours, I got a text from Angie asking if I wanted to go out for dinner.

Sure xx, I texted back.

I got a text back saying to meet her in 10 minutes at our local diner.

I changed out of my uniform, put on something nice and started walking towards the diner. We used to eat there all the time until our friendship fell apart.

I waved as I saw Angie leaning on the wall outside the diner.

"Hey Summer! I know eating is still a little hard for you but I thought we should start as soon as possible." She grinned. "Baby steps, yeah?" She smiled.

I smiled back, "Yeah."

So we went in, chose a table and started ordering.

"I'll have the Hawaiian pizza and a coke please." Angie ordered. I bit my lip. There were at least 1000 calories in everything on the damn menu. I felt like crying. But Angie reached for my hand and squeezed it as if she read my mind and was feeling my distress.

"Hey, just start off small. Baby steps remember. It's ok." She reassured me.
I had to stay strong. I had to try.

"I will have the small vegetarian pizza and a diet coke please." I said to the waitress who looked somewhat confused. I would be too if I was witnessing this situation. She must be thinking what the hell was wrong with me for not being able to choose a damn pizza. To her it was only ordering food for crying out loud. But for us, we'll me, it was a battle. With my mind and myself.

"So..." I started, trying to make our conversation normal. "Do you like anyone?"

Angie laughed, "A little out of the blue but yeah. I'm actually dating someone."

Realisation hit me, "Oh yeah. You mentioned him earlier on today in sick bay! The one that cares a lot about you and loves you no matter what." I grinned at Angie feeling truly happy for her.

Angie blushed profusely, "Yeah that's the one." She said, smiling shyly.

"So, tell me everything! How did you meet? What does he look like? What's his name? How long have you been going out for?" I fired off question at her.

Angie laughed, "Whoa, slow down. You know how my dad is a captain for our local football team right?" I nodded. "Well, my dad dragged me to one of the games and that's when I met him. He was right next to me on the bleachers watching his older brother play."

"Wow! That's so cute! And romantic." I sighed dreamily.

"And to answer your question of what he looks like..." She scrambled around in her bag for her phone and showed me a photo of him. Floppy brown hair, brown eyes, perfect white teeth and a killer smile.

"Oh Ang, he's so cute! I'm so happy for you." I gushed.

Angie blushed and laughed, "Thanks. It's our 2 month anniversary tomorrow actually." She mentioned. "Hey! Why don't you come with me to watch the game tomorrow and have dinner with Tom and I?" She said excitedly.

My eyes widened at her words, "No Ang I can't! It's your special day and I'll seem like a third wheel!"

"Well, I could ask Tom to bring one of his friends. His best friend is quite attractive and I'm sure he'd like you." Angie waggled her eyebrows. I laughed at the action and gave in.

"Okay, okay. I'll come. But only because I wanna see this perfect boyfriend of yours!" I grinned. Angie grinned back.

By the time we had finished that conversation, our meals had arrived.
I gulped. In front of me was 1100 calories. All rolled, mushed, flattened and cooked into this thing called a pizza. I immediately thought of running out of the diner.

Maybe I could eat it and then go throw it all up in the bathroom?

Maybe I could say I have a stomach ache?

Oh no...

How am I going to recover?