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Chapter 5

Summer stepped onto her scale, two weeks later. She had lost 8 pounds since her first purge. But it still wasn't enough.

She got off, scoffing at how little weight she thought she'd lost. She got on her knees, and stuck a few fingers down her throat. She touched the back of it, gaging. Nothing came up, and was unsatisfied, and worried. That hadn't happened before. So, she took the end of her toothbrush, and shoved that as far back as she could. Gaged, but nothing. Tears welled up in her eyes. She had just eaten breakfast, and alot of it. She had to get rid of it somehow. She couldn't let it stick to her stomach.

She pounded a fist on the bathroom floor, and started to cry. She had been throwing up after every meal now, for two weeks, and she had been eating more and more. Then, Summer had an idea. She opened the bathroom door, and flung herself downstairs, opening the kitchen cupboard.

She searched through bottles of pills, pain releavers, and muscle relaxants until she found what she was looking for - laxatives. She took some pills, wincing as they went down. This was gunna be so nasty.

She put them back, just as Seth walked through the front door, carrying a few bags, two from the grocery store, and one bag with nothing on it, just plain white.

"Whats that?" Summer asked carefully.

"Junk food, and a new comic book. Why?"

"No reason. I don't feel good." Summer said, placing a hand on the couch for effect. "I'm gunna lie down."

"Oohkay. Well.. uhh. 'kay."

"Can you give me a backrub, Cohen?"

"Sure. That I can do." He said, smiling.

Summer rolled her eyes and layed down on the couch, stomach down, and closed her eyes.

"I'm gunna put on some music, Summer, that okay?"

"Sure, aslong as its not porno music."

"I knew living with you wouldn't be easy."

"Shut up, and give me a back rub, Cohen."

"Ey-ey, Captain." Seth said, smirking slightly, putting on a mixed cd.

"Cohennnn." She whined, and he went to the couch, and started to massage her shoulders. Summer let out a little moan and Seth smiled at it.

"So you like this do you?" He said, getting into the massage more.

"Shut up, you know I do."

Seth laughed, and started to massage Summers back, where she let out another small moan.

Suddenly, Summer shot up, and ran to the bathroom.


"Cohenn." Summer said, coming downstairs in a juicy sweatsuit and loose teeshirt.

"Summerrrr." He mock-whined.

"Lets go exersize!"

"Woo!" Seth said, pumping a fist in the air. "Lets not!"

Summer grabbed his arm, and pulled him to the car.

"Why the sudden urge to go work-out?"

"I want to feel fit, is that a crime?"

"No, Im just-"

"Good."

Seth shrugged her off, placing his mixed-cd back into the player, turning it to number 6, and started to humm along with the moody Brighteyes lyrics.

"God Cohen, whats with this shit? Is that all this guy does? Whine?"

"Cohennnnnnn let's go to exersize Cohennnnn. Cohennnn give me a back massage!" Seth mocked, putting on his girliest voice. "Hmm yeah. Doesn't sound too much like Connor Oberst to me, sounds more like you."

"Well atleast I'm not whining and complaining about a magic girl turning him into sand.. god, who listens to this?"

"Alot of people, Summer, or he wouldn't have like, a billion albums!"

"Whatevs, just change the song, okay?"

"Its over now."

"Shut up."

Summer pulled into the parking lot, and got out of the car, slamming the door, with Seth in tow.

Summer dragged him along, through the door, and placed him on a machine. She got on one herself, and started to run.

After 20 minutes, Summer started to feel sick. She was used to this feeling by now, she didn't even mind it really. So, she didn't think anything of it.

But after another hour, and Summer was on the same machine, a woman tapped her shoulder.

"Excuse me, can I use this machine now, policy says one hour each."

"Sure, whatevs. Can you just gimmie a minute to finish it?"

The woman nodded, and smiled, and Summer pressed the 'finish' button, where she slowed down to a log, and then a walk, and then the machine stopped, and Summer got off.

She stepped, and had to hold onto the bar. Her head was spinning. She walked, a stumbled. Then, she was out.


"Summer? Summer?" Seth asked, tapping her face with his palm.

She opened her eyes, and looked around. She was in her bed, and Seth was above her. "What happened?"

"You blacked out in the gym. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Starving though. Lets go eat somewhere 'kay?"

"Lets just eat here, okay?"

"Sure. But, let's order in." She said, getting up and walking down to the kitchen.

He followed her, and watched as she took the menus out of a drawer, and picked up a thai one.

He heard her talking, ordering a hell of alot of food.

"Hi. Could I have, umm, an order of Pad Thai, some Goong Gah Tiem, Khao Soy, and Kow Neow. Oh, and some Panang Curry please. Delivery. 1256 Brushwater drive. Okay, thanks." Summer hung up the phone, and watched Seth padd down the stairs.

"Summer Tom Yum's Thai gives huge portiens, and you got like, 6 entrees."

"Five." Summer said defencively.

"Still."

"Left overs!"

"For days."

"Thats fine, Tom Yum's is yum."

"Okay, Summer, whatever you say."

"I win." She smiled, and went upstairs.

A second later Seth heard some blasting music, with some scary lyrics, and decided to go see what the hell Summer was thinking.

He appeared in her doorway, smiling and trying to keep the laughs in. Summer was jumping around her room, in a short leather miniskirt, and a leather bra, thick black eyeliner, and hair a mess, screaming along with her music, and head banging.

"The stench of your insides, from under the floorboards, the perfect perfume, for settling the score!" Both Summer and her sterio belted out, along with the pounding drums and ripping guitars.

"Summer what the hell are you doing?" Seth yelled above the music.

Summer screamed, a high piched girly scream, and then turned around to face Seth, and turned down the music.

Seth started smiling at the sight of her. She stood there, laughing and holding her sides, in a teeny miniskirt, and leather bra, with her hair a mess, and her thick black eyeliner running down her face because, now she was crying she was laughing so hard.

They heard the doorbell ring, and that only set Summer off more. Seth started out of Summers room, but she let out a "No, let me!" and pushed him out of the way, grabbing the money off the bottom step, she answered the door with her eyes looking straight up at the ceiling, and her arms straight out like a robot.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw him look at her strangely and say "26.92." She handed him thirty, and he placed the food on her arms. She stepped backwards into the house, and kicked the door shut infront of her.


Summer, now in lacy pajamas, got down on her knees and stuck two fingers into the back of her throat. To her satisfaction, she saw her Pad Thai and Kow Neow in the toilet, slightly deranged. She washed her mouth out, and made herself throw up two more times.

She brushed her teeth with baking soda, and then again with toothpaste and water, a new habbit that she was getting used to quickly.