The Way We Are (GxGxG)

Twenty-two

Content warning - Body shaming , verbal , and physical abuse to an extreme level.

Oakley

Standing outside of the decrepit and haunting building that I call my house every single day after I get home from school has been the routine for months. Everything I don't want to see resides inside this house , and I pray that one day , I'll be able to escape it all. Whatever it is , running away or death , I'll take it. I take a deep breath and make my way towards the front door , my hands shaking as I pull my key out and start unlocking the door. The keep doesn't even make it inside the lock before the door swings open and I see her. Jill Sommers. The woman I am forced to call my mother. 

"Get in here."  She tells me , her tone cold and angry as she stares down at me. When I don't make the effort to move , she harshly grabs my wrist and yanks me inside. She grabs my backpack off of my shoulder and throws it on the ground , then immediately walking over to the kitchen and bringing the scale out. She throws it down on the floor and points to it. "Get on." She demands , and I quickly slip my shoes off as I step on it. I do everything in my power not to look at the number , but her next remark is what tells me she's upset with me. "Fat cow." She says , walking behind me and grabbing a fistful of my hair and forcing me to look down at the number. "You see that ? Two extra pounds since last week. How did that happen ?" 

"I don't know. I'm sorry." I say , just above a whisper. I'm fighting back tears as I stare down at the number. I've been good , I'm skipping meals , or when I do eat , I'm making sure to get it out immediately after. 

I'm just staring down at the number , 108.7 lbs , knowing that she's nothing but disappointed in me , and no matter what I do , she'll always be disappointed. "Sorry doesn't fucking cut it. Food of any sort is cut off for three days. The only thing you are to consume is water. You're running four miles everyday when you get home from school in sweats. If you protest , I'll make you put on the damn winter coat and snow pants. On weekends , you will be waking up at six a.m. and I will be taking you to the gym. You'll be running on the treadmill on a level nine , full sprint for as long as I tell you to , and then , you'll be running up the stairmaster until you reach thirty flights. If that number doesn't drop lower by then , you'll keep doing it." She say , her tone evil as my tears just start falling. 

"But it's almost summer... It's eighty degrees outside.. I'll pass out and have a heat stroke." I tell her , my voice shaking as I just start to cry harder , being blinded by my tears. 

"What did I tell you about protesting." She says sharply , and I shake my head softly. 

"But-" 

Slap.

The next thing I know I am spiraling to the floor and landing on the floor , hitting my head on the hardwood as I land. "SHUT UP. I TOLD YOU NOT TO PROTEST , AND YOU STILL DID." She screams at me , kicking me in the knee , and I feel it pop. "Get up. Go to your room. I don't want to fucking see you until you come home tomorrow." She tells me , and I don't move , my knee throbbing and in a considerable amount of pain. "GET UP." She screams again , grabbing my wrist and pulling me up , causing me to yelp when she pulls me to my feet.

It's dislocated..

I scramble to my room , limping as I go , making my way inside of the room and closing the door behind me , falling to the floor and writhing in pain. I curl myself into a ball and just silently cry , holding my hand over my mouth so that she doesn't hear me.

God , please , take me now.

***

I shoot up in my bed , breathing heavily and waking up in tears. I'm reliving the pain I felt in my knee when I had to physically put it back in place by myself that night , and having to run on it the next day. It never did fully heal.