Sera's POV

After all the hassle and panic mum managed to start, the packing was finally all done, and the luggage was already in the living room... I had everything I needed... Clothes, laptop, books, notes, phone and laptop charger, my phone, a reading book... School bag... Shampoo... toothbrush and toothpaste... And on top of my clothes, I placed my Pointe shoes. It was the most precious thing I owned. Ballet was my life... I'd spent hours on Pointe without my feet cramping.

Soon I heard voices downstairs, and realized that Flynn had already come to pick me up.

'Sera, John's here...' I heard my mum calling me from downstairs.

'Coming mum...' I called back.

I took another look in my room to see if I had anything else left there. I made sure to not leave my journal behind me... And neither my laxatives and anything else that I may have needed. Finally I made my way down.

'You ready Sera?' Flynn asked smiling while he took my luggage.

'Mhmm'. I replied back while I moved forward to mum.

'Have fun honey... And call us every now and then... Don't forget us...' she smiled as she hugged me.

'I won't mum...don't worry about that...' I smiled.

'Come here peanut!' dad joined in. 'Remember, don't stay up late... Ok?'

'I wouldn't worry about that Christian...' Flynn smiled. 'We should go. We may find traffic.'

'Did you take everything?' dad asked again.

'mhmm...' I smiled.

'I love you... You know that right?' he asked again as he looked into my eye. I tried avoiding his look... But it was to no avail.

'Yes... I know dad... I do too...' I smiled. 'I'll call you when we arrive...' I said while dad released his grip on me and made my way to Flynn.

He placed his arm around my shoulder and grabbed my luggage. 'She'll be back Monday...' he smiled. 'Let's get going...'

'Bye Taylor...' I smiled while he came forward to hug me.

'I'll miss you this week little grey!'

'Come on... You'll have less work then having to be on, my tail.' I said while he chuckled.

'Have fun kiddo...' he replied. I moved forward to hug him. I think most, I was to miss him...

'I love you Taylor...' I whispered in his ear.

'i love you too kiddo...'

After all our good byes, I joined Flynn to his car. He drove with style. A new series of BMW was already in his hands. Guess dad intervened as usual. I knew Flynn needed a new four wheeler...but this is just amazing...

'You like it?' he asked, while he saw me admiring it.

'Mhmm...'

'You know, we'd be having a conversation if you say something else rather than 'mhmm'.' he continued.

'Sorry... I'm not that talkative John...'

'Get in the car Sera.' he said with a smile as he closed the luggage booth. 'You can take the front seat kiddo...'

'Ok...' I simply replied. He switched on the radio and played one of his cd's. He has good taste. I hummed to myself the melodies. Hall of fame soon came on. It made me smile. It's words gave me motivation to go on through with everything. All the pain will finally serve to something. After all, beauty does come for pain.

'You like this?' Flynn caught me off guard.

'Mhmm...one of the best music I know.'

'You want to stand in the hall of fame?' he asked while he looked at me and set his eyes straight back to the road.

I remained quiet, and finally realized that it wasn't the way to home...

'This is not the way to your house...'

'No... We need to get some things from the supermarket first.' he stated as he made a U-turn and pulled over. He pulled out and handed me what seemed to be a reasonable list for a family of 4... Or 7... Depends... It was quite a list... I felt blood rushing to my head. I hated supermarkets... There was a lot to choose from... And all you needed was one thing. All I saw were numbers rather than the product itself. I felt my mouth going dry at all the products. Butter, cheese... No 3 kinds of cheese... Bread... Pasta... All high calorific food...

Flynn's POV

I saw her change shades as I handed her the list. One of anorexics worst fear is of their control being taken away. A trip to the supermarket may help to break the cycle and behavior towards food, and move away from safe and familiar choices. It is an everyday task for all of us, but it's not easy if food is her enemy. I knew she would find them anxiety provoking, but I had to push it to the limit.

'Sera...' I caught her off guard.

'Yeah...' She answered quickly as she realised that I had already parked the car.

'Let's go... Rhian is waiting for us at home...' I conversed.

'Um... If you want I can stay in the car...' she suggested.

'Why?' I asked as I turned my attention toward her.

'Um... To give you some time alone... And maybe get what you like faster?' She asked gently almost panicking.

'Come on Sera... You can help me out and we'll save time by half... Like we used to do before... Remember?'

'Before...before things were different John.'

'I know they were... but that doesn't mean that things should be different now.' I insisted. 'Let's get going Sera...' I smiled while we got out.

As we entered the supermarket, I saw her take in every shelf. Her eyes went haywire, and she enclosed herself and crossed her arms. Her shoulders tensed up, and she started to rub her elbow. I knew it wasn't going to be easy. I grabbed a trolley and we started the shopping list. We went to the easy parts. Toiletries, detergents, soaps… anything that a household would need. However, soon the list turned to the foods. I bought the meat, and fish as Rhian had written, while I sent Sera to get some vegetables of her choices and some fruit. It wasn't the hardest thing, however she kept picking up at the product, thoroughly examined it, and if it had the littlest tint, or it wasn't small enough, or up to her standards, she would have set it back.

'Is this alright?' She asked gently after she weighed everything and the lady gave us the price tag.

'That's perfect.' I replied while I took it from her hand and set it in the trolley with the others. 'We only have the last two things left…' I advised as I crossed the products from the list. '…we need the cheese and the butter.' I continued as we walked towards the cold products section. The fridge was filled with many brands… many items… and most of all different properties. I saw her holding back behind me, but I wanted her to pick them up. It would break up the cycle. 'Sera, choose some cheese, and butter.'

I saw her going for the low fat and diet ones along with the no cholesterol…but that would still be in her comfort zone. 'Get the normal ones.' I advised her while she turned to face me and saw her face filled with worry. She says she's fine and there's nothing wrong… but I know she's not.

I kept watching her picking up things and putting them back. The vast variety brought more stress. There were many things to choose from.

Sera's POV

There were so many brands… so many calories… It's been almost two years that I've given up dairy products. It was better like that. It was all fat… so damn confusing. I could feel Flynn's gaze… he was watching me… I knew why he was doing it… and then he took out the diet and low fat ones.

I literally had no idea of what anything of those things were… I just wanted to get out of there as fast as I could. I kept picking up at things, counting all the calories… all the fat contents… low fat didn't mean low calories… and vice versa… it was all equations into my mind. All I wanted was to get what Flynn wanted me to get him, and get out of there… but he told me to choose myself… it was getting harder.

I crossed my arms and kept rubbing my elbows… I didn't need that… I didn't need that shit… I wanted to say something… but I couldn't… he was being kind to me… and I couldn't just lash out. I wanted to say so many things to my parents… so many things that have been hurting me… but I can't… they would feel worthless… and I didn't want that to them…

I moved backwards and took a deep breath. I didn't know why he was doing this. Cheese was all useless mold… 'Screw this…' I thought. I had to do it… but… I couldn't get my mind through that shit. I grabbed another box of butter... but soon placed it back to its original place… I couldn't do it.

Flynn's POV

I knew she was panicking. I took her control away, and I clearly saw how she was acting towards it. Anorexics usually have real difficulty in shopping for food typically in supermarkets… they have a lot of conflicts in them. They're driven in a way by wanting food and wanting to eat and being surrounded by it. It's natural to them to be completely, looking at it in excessive detail at a time, to look for how many calories are on it, and so on… and at the same time they're terrified to eat it… and then the foods themselves are identified as frightening and even going near them, picking them up, touching them… becomes quite a scary thing for some of them, and they will just keep away from them and not even go on venture close to it.

I decided to help her out. It was no use leaving her like that. I realized it was a real struggle for her.

'Sera… what are you thinking about?'

'I don't know Flynn… I don't know what to choose… there is so much choice…' She looked at me wide eyed.

'Which one would you rather pick Sera?' I asked. 'Forget what I told you about no fat and diet… What would you choose?'

'I… I don't know… I just don't need this…' She desperately said, while I brought down two packs of butter.

'Let me make it easier… If you had to choose from these two… which would you go for?' I asked. I choose a double fat pack, and low fat – low cholesterol one. She took them in her hands slowly, and turned the pack around for the nutritional values. I saw her counting and lost in thoughts. Finally she chooses one.

'I… I would take this one…' she chose the low fat – low cholesterol one. I put the other one back, and picked up another brand of butter with the same properties. I knew they had the same calorific values, and handed them to her.

'Now which one would you choose?' She started counting again, and I saw panic rising in her again. She realized that they were the same.

'These are the same…' She replied. '…but this one is better…' She said again as she showed me the second choice.

'They have the same property Sera… Why would you choose the second low fat – low cholesterol rather than the first one?'

She remained quiet. She knew I was onto her… She knew she couldn't escape it anymore… however finally she answered.

'This pack has a calorie less; 1g of fat less and it has more proteins…' She replied while she looked down.

'…and why wouldn't you pick the normal one instead of this one?'

'I don't know John… I just can't… can you please chose one yourself?' She said desperately as she handed me both packs.

'Sera… I wanted to do this exercise for you to choose and let go of your control…'

'John I'm comfortable as I am…' She retreated back.

'No Sera… you are a slave to these rituals… You didn't find any problem in choosing the coffee… So… I'm asking you to do it… We're not moving from here unless you pick one of these three…' I ordered as I picked three different packs of a reasonable calorie & fat content. 'Sera, you are used to everyone giving up and let you have your way… Not with me… Now please, choose one…'

'Flynn…'

'No Sera…' I said again. 'Choose one, without counting anything.' I replied again as I looked straight to her eyes. I saw her biting her lip and scratching her fingers. Self-harm usually is associated in stressful situations… With Sera for sure. After about 10 minutes of looking at them, she finally picked one. She wasn't convinced about it, but at least she chose one. She kept looking back… but remained with her choice. I decided not to overwhelm her anymore for the night, and choose the cheese myself. I had already proved to her, that the week was going to be hard work. There was going to be no negotiations… no escaping… the control had to be taken away…

After almost 2 hours of shopping, we made our way to the cash register, and let her place everything on the register while I remembered that I still had to buy some wine. I wanted to see the extent of the control… the extent of the organization. She started placing everything in alphabetical order, followed by size. Everything was perfectly aligned. I place the wine incorrectly on purpose, but soon she was there fixing everything in line. I took the palm of her hands slowly and squeezed them. It was painful seeing her like that… the control consumed her… she wasn't controlling… anorexia controlled her…

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