Me and Mr.Hollywood

Me and Mr. Hollywood part 17

"Miss. Halee Elizabeth," the text message on my phone was from James. Tomorrow our families were heading to the cottages for christmas together.

"Mr. Hutch?" I replied.

"Every where i go there are pictures of this extremely sexy girl," was his reply a few minutes later.

"Lol, oh really. How exciting for you."

I went down stairs, to the kitchen where my Mom was reading a fashion magazine. "Young Halee Carter has all the makings to be on top. Young, rich, beautiful, and her peice of arm candy is the gorgeus James Hutch," she read from the magizine and help up a picture of me modeling Amy's new line. "Did you know you're on the list of 101 people to watch out for in 2011?"

"Am I number 101?" I joked.

"73 actually,"

"Great." I mumbled.

"Oh cheer up Halee," My mom said lightly, "At least this time you're not drunk. And the picture is actually good."

"That's true," I allowed grabbing a celery stick from the fridge and crunching into it.

"Here, I made this for you," my Mom pushed a plate of fries and gravy towards me, No thanks to James, she knew about my little problem, and when your mother is a doctor... well there is really no way to get around her."

my lips curled up at it slightly and my stomach churned, i couldn't even think about eatting that, it didn't even look somewhat appetizing. "Mom, i know-"

"I prefer... Dr.Mom." she said, "And if you eat half, I won't make you drink a protein shake."

I grabbed one of the fries, feeling the disgusting greesy squeeze into my mouth. As gross as this was, the protein shakes was twice as bad. she looked at me with sympathetic eyes, "I know sweetie."

She didn't know though, that was the problem. Although she was a doctor and knew that these sort of things happen to people, she was also a mother and unable to wrap her mind around the fact that her own daughter had an issue such as this.

It wasn't a health issue though, as far as my body was concerned I was healthy, it was a mental issue, and my mother was a doctor not a psychologist. "Can't you at least attempt to trick me into eating?" I begged of her, "I mean, you know how i feel about grease... especially grease times two."

"Halee, i'm not your doctor," she was still slightly bitter that I had turned to another doctor while I was in LA, "But, i am a doctor, and i know that as long as you know what you are eatting... there is a better chance of you accepting it. I know the thought of greese makes you want to vomit, but you have to know that the greese will not kill you."

I sighed and finished half the plate for her. Wishing I had my diet pills, things were easy with them, i could eat without thinking i would get fat. Before when i puked, I tried not to eat to much because I knew it would have to come back up, and I didn't want to deal with more than was nessacary. but now, now i avioded anything unhealthy and stuck to a strick diet as best i could with other people shoving food down my throat. The doctor said I should aim to be at 125-130, and if James kept the promise he made me, he would stop pestering me at 120. I didn't know if he would keep his promise though. He was too much of a meddler to be able to resist.

All the makings to be ontop, i thought to myself, including an eatting disorder that happens to be so in VOGUE with everyone nowadays.

I called James when I got up to my room, "Hey baby." He anwsered on the second ring.

"Hi" i breathed with a smile, "What are you up too?"

"Helping my Dad wrap my Mom's christmas presents," he chuckled indicating it was probably a disaster by now. "What about you?"