Here is chapter 5. No one reads my stories anymore so I'm just writing them to have them.
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Chapter 5
"Mom! I'm home," Kim yelled walking into the house. Throwing her keys on the dining room table she walked into the dining room where she spotted her mother, sleeping, with her head rested on the table. Kim picked up the blanket from the couch and draped it over her mother's shoulders, smiling, and ran up to her room.
Kim sat down on her purple bed and picked up the phone.
"Ron? It's me Kim."
"Hey, babe. How are you? You sort of just let me for broke there."
"Yeah, I'm sorry. I really needed to talk to Bonnie."
"Speaking of which, is she doing okay?"
Kim debated over whether or not to tell Ron.
FLASHBACK
"KIM NO!" Bonnie yelled. "I promise I'll stop. Just don't say anything."
"Promise?"
"Yeah."
"Alright. I won't tell. You have to stop though. If I find out…"
"You won't Possible!" Bonnie walked away.
END FLASHBACK
No, she promised not to di it if I don't tell. "Bonnie? She's…she's okay. She, uh, just didn't feel so well," Kim said frowning. Ron noticed.
"Is everything alright there, Kim? You don't sound so well yourself…"
"No. I'm okay. I just…I'm just a little tired and stressed out, is all. Look I'll call you back, alright?" Kim said anxious to stop lying.
"Okay. I love you, KP."
"Love you, too, Ronnie. Bye." Kim smiled as she hung up the phone. She glanced over at her pandaroo as the phone was put back in its cradle.
"Did I do the right thing?" Kim asked the stuffed animal.
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Bonnie walked up to her room breathing heavily. She flopped onto her light blue, cushiony bed and sighed. I don't know how long I can keep this up… Bonnie rolled over, onto her side and turned on the radio on the nightstand next to her bed. Instantly, music blasted from her stereo and she rushed to turn it down.
"BONNIE!" Connie and Lonnie called from downstairs. "We didn't realize you were home! We'll be right up."
"Oh no, please no. I can't take it," Bonnie whispered as her two twin sisters came running up the steps. Connie was a medium height, blonde, slender girl wearing a red halter top with a jean mini skirt. Lonnie was a brunette wearing a blue mini-dress who was the exact same age as her sister, Connie:19.
"I see you haven't been running on the treadmill like we advised," Connie said smirking. She folded her arms as she leaned against the frame in the doorway.
"Yeah, obviously. Have you been sneaking those donuts again, Bonnie?" Lonnie said in agreement, joining her sister at the doorway.
"What do you two want? Last time I checked, this is my room so get out!" Bonnie yelled throwing a pillow at them.
"Temper, temper. A woman of your size should want to watch her blood pressure. How much do you weigh, Bon-bon?" Connie asked waving a finger.
"My weight is none of your business…"Bonnie stared at the ground and tried to hold back the tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
"Oh, but we're only trying to help you. Weight is a horrible thing to manage on your own." Connie tried to hold in her laugh as Lonnie walked over to her 17 year old sister, sitting on the bed.
"C'mon. Tell us," Lonnie said smiling.
"I weigh…108," Bonnie whispered clutching the sheets.
"My goodness! You are fat!" Connie shouted.
A tear feel from Bonnie's eyes and onto the carpet as her sisters left the room laughing. As soon as they left, she flung herself onto the bed and cried herself to sleep.
Bonnie woke up in the middle of the night starving. She ran downstairs and opened the fridge, grabbing anything that she could get her hands on. She scarffed down the food until she felt satisfied. Realizing what she'd done, Bonnie stifled a cry jumped up. She ran to the bathroom and stuck her finger down her throat, vomiting up everything she just ate. Why do I do this to myself? Why?! Bonnie laid her head on the porcelain bowl and cried her heart out.
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new chappie soon and I hope you enjoyed this one.
