Arabella King
the fight between my parents overlapped my retches into my toilet. fuck, what am I doing to myself. I felt my stomach empty and I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. my knuckles are protruding, digging into my cheek. I brush my teeth and flush the colored water down the pipes. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. I quickly collect myself and open the door of the bathroom. I run out and into my mother. I feel a sweat run down my back.
"Ara! There you are. We have a shoot now hurry!" my mother grabs me by my wrist and drags me to the front door. most people would kill for what you have. stop being so selfish, you inconsiderate brat.
i was shoved into the front seat of our car and my mother drove off.
"so uhm, Arabella, how has therapy been going?" she puts her thin hand on my even thinner thigh
I remove the hand
"it's been fine. she putting me into group with other rich kids and I really don't want to go."
"c'mon ara you need to"
I ignore her for the rest of the car ride to my shoot
