Imperfectly fallen

I rushed into the bathroom after the last bite of streak as I bend alittle putting my hands in my throat as I feel bile raise on my throat as I vomit everything to my heart's content.

The fresh Taste of faded streak seasoning and ice cream roaming in my mouth as I sat on my bed to see a worried gaze from my dad.

"You made yourself throw up again didn't you?".He asked with a warming arms.

He pulled me into a hug as I sighed in relief as he kissed my forehead"So does my baby want Icecream?".He asked in his baby voice.

I nodded my head as he went downstairs to get some icecream, I lay on my head reading the new romance novel mom got for me .

He cupped my face with his soft arms staring at me with different emotions flowing in his eyes as I cupped his face not caring that this might be one sided love neither it might be a one night stand as the rain dropped on us making everything slightly romantic as he leaned in agonizingly slow_

"Journey, what should I wear for my date?".Amy asked sitting on my bed uninvited as usual.

"You know there's something called knocking plus a blue dress".

She squealed as she blew me an air kiss as I rolled my eyes at her childishness like she's in middle school.

"Hey my baby".Mom said as I rushed into her embrace like a child forgetting I'm almost going to highschool.

She chuckled as she wheeled her suitcase in my room, mom had a shoot in New York today and she just got back.

I admired my mom alot like she's currently twenty four years old and she looks amazing like I understand why dad gets overprotective but them again he's a little overboard.

"I hear you had another moment in the bathroom".She said with worry laced in her tone.

"Yeah but I'm fine now, so how was your shoot?".

"It's was good and I got you some books again".

I squealed again as she handed ten books to me as I placed them on my head looking for the one that screams excitement as my mom sat on my bed fidgeting her fingers again.

"Baby, I've someone to tell you. Don't get mad okay?"

"What did you break again mom?"

"Hey, why do you guys keep saying that when I say I want to say something?".

"Because this week you've almost broken ten vases and three plates ".

"It's not my fault they're not April proof anyways we signed you up for Food disorder class with other people like you".

I hated it when they said like you making me feel messed up and I know mom didn't mean it but it made me feel like a weirdo.

"Mom, I'm not going to that class. Remember what happened when I went to the food therapist huh?".

"I know but this different,.you'll be with people who understands what you're going through plus they're the same age as you".

I stood up glaring at her"I've already said I'm not fucking going anywhere".

"Hensley, Language. Don't make me the bad cop please Baby".Mom reprimanded me.

"I'm not going mom no matter what!".

"You'll go to that class even if I've to pull your hair out but you'll go to that class.".She said leaving the room.

She left the room with a food of thought running through my mind as I hugged my knees and allowed free tears to flow.

"She told you didn't she?".Dad asked passing me the icecream.

"Yeah ".

"But you know I'm the one that told her to talk you into this, she loves you that's why".

I scoffed opening the icecream"Yeah, she loves me so much that she threatened to pull me to that class".

He chuckled"You know you might think your mom is the bad cop but she understands you since she had a similar one just like yours".

I chocked on the ice cream as I looked at my dad to tell if he's lying but he had that face on"Anoxemia".

"But she had help and look at your mother now, the kissable and beautiful woman that is my wife".He said dreamily.

I rolled my eyes as I take another scoop from the tub of rainbow confetti icecream.

"But you know this hard on your mom too, like every night she's crying saying that she's the one that gave you the eating disorder and if I try to stop she breaks someone leaving her injured".

"How come I don't hear her cry?".

He rolled his eyes"Sweetheart, are you forgetting that the rooms are soundproofed".

"So that's why sometimes she has scratches and bruise on her hands sometimes?".