Chapter 10: Get Better, Kid
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She shakes out the pills and counts them. Claire, her adoptive mother took her to the doctor yesterday where the doctor gave her these anxiety pills. She hates them, but if she doesn't take them, she's scared that her new parents may hurt her. She swallows the blue pill and feels the drug take action.
Steve's POV
"You need to eat, sweetheart. It's not healthy," Darry informed her in a pleading but still firm and commanding voice.
"I'm not hungry. It's one meal, gosh, it won't kill me," she snapped.
"Chrissy, please," I tried to reason. She looked annoyed for a second before grabbing a piece of toast. She cut it up in fourths and then those pieces in half. Chrissy methodically chewed two small pieces before declaring again that she wasn't hungry.
She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. I didn't know why; it wasn't even cold in here.
"Chrissy, take your medicine," Darry instructed.
"I'm not five years old ya know," she snapped, but took the pill from Darry anyway. Chrissy took a quick sip of water and tilted her head back, swallowing the small blue anxiety pill.
I couldn't help but stare at her. She had her back turned to me, talking to Two-Bit, but I could see every bone in her back, even through her baggy clothes. Even though it had been two weeks since she was beaten: that still hurt for me to think about, she still looked sick. She was pale and always looked like she never slept and her hands were almost always shaking. She was tired constantly and she normally wore a thick jacket but still complained she was cold.
Flashback
"Christine, eat," Darry commanded for the umpteenth time.
"I'm not a little kid and you're not my father, so stop acting like it!" She screamed and stormed out if the room. I watched as the screen door slammed and she ran into the bleak outdoors.
"I'll find her," I assured Darry.
I followed her all the way to the park. She was out of breath by the time we got there. She was throwing rocks at a pretty good distance towards me, but then again she had anger on her side.
"It's like I'm on lockdown, Steve; like I'm going to kneel over from starvation if I don't eat fattening things. I have no freedom, nothing. I hate it," she confessed. "I've gained three pounds since Claire found out. I'm fat and ugly."
"Hey," I snapped, startling her, "you're the most beautiful girl I know. Who told you that, huh? It ain't true." Without thinking, I pressed my lips to hers. She was startled; any sudden movement seemed to startle her these days. She quickly kissed me back passionately. One of her hands was tangled in my hair and the other was around my back.
Loud throat clearing snapped me back to reality. I turned and saw an amused Two-Bit and a blank faced Darry. I grinned sheepishly.
"I found her," I tried. Darry smirk in amusement.
"I can see that."
A/N: Should this be a Chrissy/Steve?
Aufenthalt Gold,
~Alee