Panic Prone

Chapter Twenty-six

skittlesxrayn

Emma got out of bed and pulled her bathrobe on. She walked to her door and opened it. She stuck her head out, "What do you want?"

"I wanna talk," he said, pushing the door open and walking in to her room.

She let out an aggravated sigh, "Sure, just come on in."

He looked around her room, seeing the clothes she had on yesterday thrown about. Her bra hanging off the desk lamp. He walked in to the room more and stepped on something. He looked down. Condom wrapper. He turned and looked at her, "At least your protecting yourself."

She looked down and then back at him, "Uh, yeah."

"Who was it this time? Sean?"

"It's not your business."

"Yes, it is. You're my sister and you're sleeping around with my friends."

"It's not plural, Anthony. It's only one of your friends. And my sex life or his, isn't your business. So, butt out." She snapped at him.

"You're impossible," He sighed. "About yesterday, if you want to find them, then I'll help. Just, please don't tell Mom and Dad."

She threw her arms around him, hugging him, "Thank you so much!"

He hugged back, feeling her bones as he hugged her, "Wanna go to the Dot with me?"

She pulled back, tugging some stray hair behind her ear, "Uh, no thanks. Diet."

"Since when?"

"Since a few weeks ago or something."

"Oh, I guess I haven't noticed."

"Not many people have," she mumbled under her breath.

"What?"

"Nothing. Now, go. I need to shower."

He walked to the door, "Be careful with Jay, Em. Please?"

She sighed and nodded, "There's nothing to worry about."

He left the room and she locked the door behind him.

She slid her robe off and walked to the mirror. She looked at herself. She pinched some skin on her stomach, frowning. She turned to the side. All she saw was fat. She didn't see the way her bones showed when she moved an inch. Or her thinning face. She saw pounds that she was dying to lose.

Jay sat by the window. He was going to sneak back in after Towerz left the room. Then he saw Emma, looking at herself in the mirror. He mentally slapped himself for not noticing the dramatic weight loss while laying next to her in bed. How couldn't he have noticed? What mattered, was he noticed now.

He jumped off the small roof outside of her bedroom window and headed to his car. He was going to help her.