Macy and Elijah-Chapter 6
Mom was doing ok, I'd always known she was strong but in this last year she'd proven her invincible strength. I wish I was more like her but I was like my father, and I knew that scared her. After the incident my appetite had slowly deteriorated, what used to be chubby thighs and puffed up cheeks was now long and tiny twigs, and my cheeks had bones, they no longer had the rosy pink that resembled the afternoon sky.
My mom had wanted me to see a therapist for a long time but I'd told her every time that I wouldn't allow her to give money to a man/woman that would not be helping me. What were they going to do? …or say to make things better, nothing they couldn't say nothing.
"Honey, breakfast is done!" my mom yelled across the house. I grabbed my purple sweater and put it over my light brown sequin dress. And my flats were a cream colour with my long pink socks.
The kitchen had a sweet smell; it brought me back to before. Banana pancakes, they had been my favourite since a small girl; my mom had a plate on the center of the table piled with them. She no longer served me a plate of food; she had finally caught the point that I would only eat what I wanted and nothing more. I placed one banana pancake on my plate, then I went and prepared my glass of chocolate milk. .We sat together and I ate, my mom and I had a rule that everyday at least one meal would be shared, and it was usually breakfast. I finished my chocolate milk, and half of the pancake, I gave the other half to my dog Benny. My mom watched as I fed Benny, I knew it worried her but this was what had become of me and I couldn't change it. I kissed her goodbye and waved Benny goodbye as he barked for me to stay.
I walked down the street, my mom couldn't buy her car yet, she hadn't even found a job but she kept her head high saying that in no time we'd be splendidly settled in. What was truly amazing is that I was sixteen, almost seventeen and I still didn't know how to drive. I dug into my handbag and pulled out my iPod, plugging into my ears my pink earphones. My groove at the moment was pumped up kicks by Foster the People. I began dancing and twirling as the music played.
Eli drove silently in Morty, who he had gotten back in custody a few days ago with his licence. But he had to be a very safe driver, one small strike and they'd expel it until he got out of high school. He'd woken up early, thinking back to his long talk with Adam. And he had to admit she was intriguing …but he wouldn't mess with that.
Suddenly as Eli drove along Blue Bird Ave. something caught his eye, someone was dancing on the sidewalk, the girl's light sequin dress flowed with the wind. When Eli got closer he became aware it was Macy Stevens, somehow seeing her dance so freely made a smile creep on his lips. Clare came to his mind, as Macy Steven danced he remembered Clare dancing also…before their breakup. Something in Eli told him to stop and ask Macy Stevens if she wanted a lift but then his own words replayed in his mind, " I won't mess with it".
Eli became aware he had been slowing down and suddenly put his foot on the gear, still smiling at seeing Macy Stevens dancing in the street.