Part Nineteen

                                    

                                          
If this is my parents they can get lost! I sigh before walking over to the door and slowly unlocking it. I don't have a peep hole or anything so I have no way of knowing who's on the other side. I open it slowly and to my surprise it's Stacy. 
                          
"Hey" she says nervously. I don't know what's wrong with her, why would she be nervous? 
                          
"What's up?" I ask her, confused. 
                          
"Nothing, I just wanted to see how you were" she says. How nosy is she? I wouldn't be surprised if she's told all her friends about the whole situation. Or maybe she's told the press. She would sell out her own mother just for some cash, so it is a possibility. 
                          
"Well I'm fine" I lie. If she sees through that, then she's obviously thicker than she looks. 
                          
"Don't lie to me. I want to help you" she says. Oh, so maybe she's not. I open the door slightly wider, whilst moving to one side to allow her into the house. We both walk into the living room before sitting down on the couch. 
                          
"When was the last time you are?" she asks me, looking at me, worriedly. What sort of a question is that? She doesn't think I've got an eating disorder or something does she? She doesn't seriously think I would get like that does she? 
                          
"Yesterday at my parents" I say, even though I didn't eat much. Probably about a mouthful before we broke our into an argument. 
                          
"What did you have?" she asks. What is wrong with her? Is she some kind of pervert with that feeders thing, where they get turned on by eating. She was weird before, but since she found out about this baby, she's gotten even worse. 
                          
"Erm, I don't know. A couple of vegetables" I tell her at the risk of sounding like a complete freak. 
                          
"Is that it? Look how skinny you're getting Leela. You need to eat" she says, whilst standing up. I look down at my body. 
                          
"I'm not that skinny. Not anymore than I've always been anyway" I tell her. I think she's reading too much into this. 
                          
"Look at you. You're a stick, you need to eat" she says once more, before heading into the kitchen. 
                          
"What are you doing, Stace?" I ask her, confused to why she's just strolling around my house like she owns the place. 
                          
"I'm going to make you something to eat" she announces, from inside the kitchen. I can hear the pots and pans clanging together. 
                          
"No, you don't have to do that. I'm not even hungry" I tell her, but she doesn't seem to listen. 
                          
"You have to eat, Lee. I'm not taking no for an answer" she says, as she pops her head around the door frame to look at me. She then smiles before disappearing again. After about half an hour she trails back in with a plateful of food. She places it down in front of me, on the coffee table, before sitting back down next to me. 
                          
"Thanks" I smile, before looking down at the food. I can see she means well, but I just can't eat it. Not because I don't like it, because I do. It's eggs, bacon, the works, but my stomach's telling me no. I don't know why. Usually I would eat this in a second, but today it's different. I put some of the food onto my fork, before slowly bringing it up to my mouth. I put it in and then I begin to chew. When it comes to swallowing though, I can't do it. It's like something's stopping me, I don't know what, I just can't swallow it. I chew it until it's no longer and solid and then I force it down my throat. It's horrible. Like being forced to eat school dinners again. It tastes weird. It doesn't taste like it should, it tastes horrible. There is no way, I can eat the rest of this. I put my fork down on the plate and then I look up at Stacy who's watching me, worriedly. 
                          
"I can't" I say, but she just raises an eyebrow. 
                          
"Why?" she asks, confused to why I wouldn't want to eat it. She doesn't understand though. She doesn't know what it's like. 
                          
"Are you anorexic, Leela?" she asks me, I can see the look of pure worry on her face. 
                          
"No of course not. It's just the whole situation. Me having a baby all on my own. Even my parents have disowned me" I sigh. 
                          
"You're depressed" she announces. 
                          
"Well what do you expect? My life is falling apart" I tell her and she looks sympathetic. 
                          
"How much sleep did you have last night?" she asks me. 
                          
"I don't know. Not a lot" I tell and then she puts her arm around me, to comfort me. It doesn't help though. I wiggle away slightly and then she sighs. 
                          
"Have you told your brothers?" she asks.  
                          
"No, why would I? I don't really want to be hated and disowned by them too" I tell her. I love my brothers and I don't want to let them down. I know they will just act the same way as my parents or ex-parents and I really don't want to go through that again. 
                          
"They won't. They love you" she tells me. What does she know? She's never even met my brothers and if she had, she probably wouldn't be saying this. However they probably already know, seeing as though my parents do. They're probably all sat around the table bitching about me right this second. Planning what they will tell the neighbours and the rest of the family. "I can come with you if you want?" she asks with a smile. I don't know whether I should let her or not. I mean she's never met my brothers and they might not want her there. However they're only going to disown me anyway, so I might as well take her for moral support. It will make it easier for me to tell her about it. 
                          
"Yeah alright then" I tell her. 
                          
"Well we'll go in a couple of hours then, yes? That way you will be able to have a nap before we go. I'll stay with you and then we can go when you wake up" she tells me. 
                          
"Fine" I sigh. She always likes to take charge and sometimes it really gets on my nerves. I decide not to say anything to her tough, because I need all the friends I can get at the minuet. I still haven't spoken to Ella since I kicked her out. She deserved that though. She's just as bad as my parents! I agree to the plan and then I head up to bed, whilst Stacy put the TV on.