Anorexics of America
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Chapter 1
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A/N: I decided to rewrite this. :/ Perhaps a few of my other unfinished stories also.
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Mitchie turned looking at herself in the mirror. She smiled a bit and stepped onto the scale in front of her. 89 pounds. Just another 4 and she would be at her goal weight. She slipped her underwear and bra back on and proceeded to clothe herself. As she was tying her hair up her phone buzzed against the counter.
"Hello?"
"Mitch."
"Hey Liz." She smiled sitting on the edge of the tub, the ceramic placed painfully against her pelvis. "Whats up?"
"I... remember our plans for the summer? You know to go to the pool and stuff."
"Yeah."
"I.. I have to cancel."
"Why."
"My parents found my laxatives Mitch. They...they are sending me to a 3 month rehab camp." Mitchie felt her chest tighten and held the phone closer to her ear.
"They..they dont know about me. Right? You didnt tell them."
"No. I didn't Mitch. But they might suspect something is up. I suggest you come up with a backup plan quickly. Before they call up your Dad." I felt like my heart was stopping when she said that.
"Wh-what do you mean call my Dad?"
"Mitch almost all the parents around here keep in touch with him. They all adore him. Your mom on the other hand... Well they would have preferred it if she were the one that ran off with a hooker."
Mitchie sighed getting in the tub and lying down. "Yeah well I would prefer it if I were an orphan." She heard noise in the background and heard Liz start arguing with her parents.
"Mitch I gotta go. And stay on alert. Ill see you in 3 months."
"Ill see you in 3 months. Dont get too fat on me." Mitchie smiled.
"I wont." Liz hung up and Mitchie tossed her phone on the floor. She knew she was fucked, and there was nothing she could do about it. She hadn't seen her dad in years. Mitchie closed her eyes and allowed stray tears to smudge the newly applied mascara. She sighed and wiped them away with her wrist and sat up in the tub pulling her knees to her chest.
"Mitchie get out." She scowled and got out of the tub heading the door.
"Why the hell should I?"
"Because I need to piss."
"Fuck off we have more than one bathroom."
"Get out. Your Mom is in the other bathroom."
Mitchie sighed and slammed open the door. "Here. Enjoy jacking off asshole." Charlie scowled going inside the bathroom and locking the door as Mitchie walked away rolling her eyes.
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"Mitchie." Mitchie didn't respond as her mother tried to talk to her through the door. "Mitchie please open up. We need to talk."
"About what. About how you think I should be nicer to Charlie. God, if he wasnt your nephew I would say you were blowing him." Mitchie smirked knowing she wouldn't get a response from her mother. She heard a sigh and soft footsteps as her mother left. She was sure Charlie would be at the door in 5 minutes ready to lecture her on how she should be nicer to her mother. Mitchie sighed shutting her eyes waiting for him to come up.
She thought about everything sitting there waiting. She thought about Shane. She thought about Liz. She thought about her parents, and she thought about fucking Charlie who was banging on her door.
"Mitchie open up!"
"Fuck you!"
"Mitchie you know I will unlock this door."
"Who do you think you are? My father?"
"Im sure you would be even more fucked up than you are if your father was here." Mitchie growled getting off her bed and opening the door.
"Fuck you. Im not fucked up. If anyone around here is fucked up it is you. Why don't you go tell Connie about a few weeks ago when you were wasted and she was passed out from pain meds and you decided it would be cute to rip my shirt off pedo." Mitchie growled and shoved the door back in his face. "By the way if you do unlock my door, Ill buy a deadbolt! Have fun with that."
"Fuck Mitchie. Just come down here and apologize to your mother."
"No!"
She curled up on her bed waiting for him to leave. She held her breath waiting to hear his heavy footsteps as he walked away from her room. She held back tears after he left as she yanked open her nightstand drawer. Mitchie realized that she had no one to call about this. About how she hated her life and she just wanted to leave. About how she wished that her father had taken her with him, and that was the only reason why she hated him. About all the things she would always deny to everyone.
Mitchie grabbed one of her pill bottles that she stole from her mother and dumped a pill onto her bead spread. She picked it up and swallowed it. Soon she would be asleep and everything would be okay again. She would be happy.
