Family fight ( 1 )
by David
When this story was going to start, our protagonist, the 19-year old Jennifer Gordon, felt she was among the world’s happiest teenagers, because her bathroom scale, which had always witnessed her climbing weight, showed she had gone from 210 to 190 pounds over one year. In a few words, it was her life biggest weight loss. Her overcritical mother even told her it seemed she was becoming a “normal girl”. It was other than a compliment. Otherwise it sounded like a true success to Jenny’s ears!
Thanks to a torturing dieting year, she had actually quit outgrowing her clothes and started to daydream further advanced goals: wearing a bikini, giving up large-size outfits and showing everyone her thinner and thinner body!
When her mother entered her room, Jenny was grinning and looked radiant. Actually, she didn’t imagine what it was to occur. Actually, if it wasn’t to happen, you’d not be here, my dear readers. ;-)
- Jenny, how did you get these photos?-
It was Jennifer and Tim, her first boyfriend, kissing on the beach, just three weeks ago. He emailed her them, knowing how bitchy Mrs. Gordon could be. After saving them, Jenny had printed them and put into her diary. How did her mother dare INVADE her privacy?
- It’s mine… Why did you get it?-
- That Tim is an idiot… I want you to quit him!-
- That’s not your business-
- This will be my business as long as you live in this house!-
- You #####! I’ll leave then!-
- You won’t do it, kid… You’re too lazy! Well, keep in mind I don’t want you to be with him any longer! -
- It’s because you and Tim’s mother hate each other… You’re envious!-
- Don’t be silly… Everyone knows Tim has had dozens of girlfriends since his younger years… Isn’t he almost ten years older then? Well, you must open your eyes wide!-
Jennifer’s anger got hard to stop…
- Tim is my boyfriend ( not to say her first one )… I will meet him as often as I like!-
- Ok! In that case, you won’t leave this house for the next three months!-
- Are you teasing me? I’m 19 and…-
- Well, you will get no money, car, bus tickets and stuff… Let’s see how much your freedom is worth!-
Jennifer was wordless. She couldn’t do anything but cry.
- Well, I don’t want to be bitchy… You think you were in my clothes!-
- I’ m…-
- Stop crying... I won’t starve you I, kid… Take this as a rest period!-
Laying on her bed, the 19-year old girl felt hopeless: actually Tim was a well-known tomber du femme… Who could think he was ready to wait for her? How much such a long-time starvation was worth became doubtful: living 30-mile far from the nearest town made her sort of a in-home prisoner. Suddenly her mother’s last words started to sound into Jenny’s head: “I won’t starve you… I won’t starve you…” Was there a way to convince her to give her back her own freedom? Better: was there a way to PUNISH her? Living together with her and no one else, she could show her something she hated. That she hated a lot! What did her mother hate more than her daughter’s hopeless fatness? When she was a little child, she tried to make her a kid model, but was preventing from succeeding when Jenny started to put on weight. It was her life dream.
She could revenge getting fatter. Was it enough? Surely it wasn’t, since she had been fat for most of her life. She was to do something else.
Newspapers always reported news about hunger striking people. She was to do the exact contrary: she was to make a non-stop eating strike! Well, it was the proper name, but it sounded good enough.
One hour later, Jenny was still laying on her bed, while reading a girl magazine. Meanwhile she was eating a whole family-format bag of chocolate biscuits. It was something she hadn’t done for months. Another hour later she was doing something completely new: she was making her homework from school and – restless – she was eating some cream éclairs and drinking a can of whole milk. A fat bomb!
A third hour was over. Jenny went to the kitchen and got another bag of biscuits. At that time, her stomach felt somewhat full. She hesitated and thought of her awful effort, made all long one year in order to lose weight. She quit munching and went back to her bedroom, where she started to surf on the web. An email from Tim was into her mailbox!
Hi, Jenny!
What
about going to the cinema tomorrow afternoon? There you go… Email me as soon
as!
XOXOXO
Tim
Our girl began to write:
Hello, Tim!
I’m
sorry, I cannot…
Effectively she couldn’t go with him, but it didn’t mean she wasn’t going to do it. Was there an third way?
Hello, Tim!
Are
you there yet?
Three minutes later…
Yes… Hurry up…I’m
chatting in another room…
Then…
Yup!
Well, may you come here…
Click! Click! Answer:
What do you mean? Cannot
you come with your car?
Her mother had allowed her to drive her luxury SLK Mercedes…
Not
this week…
Two minutes later:
Let’s do so… We’ll go
there next week, ok?
Now
let me go… Bye, honey!
Jenny felt abandoned: how useful such a weight-loss was worth, given that her first and unique boyfriend showed he loved her fantastic car more? Effectively, he always wanted to drive it… He wanted his friends to see his there… Did he care of her being on the other chair?
Jenny went downstairs and began eating chocolate biscuits. Then, she opened the fridge and… went on stuffing herself with whatever she saw.
It was the late afternoon, when her mother noticed she was watching TV and munching chips. At that time, she was keeping her pants unzipped in order to make room for more food. Half a hour later she was still eating: some gravy slices of pizza, that time.
- Are you eating yet?-
- *burp* Yup…-
- You’ll get fatter than…-
- I think so…*chomp* -
At dinner time, Jenny ate with great appetite, then she set on the sofa and started to eat some chips.
- Aren’t you full yet?-
- Should I do?-
- You’re eating as there’s no tomorrow… Did you give up your diet?-
- Nope… I’m striking!-
- Whaaaaat?-
- Yep! I’m having a non-stop eating strike… Or something like that! I mean I will eat as more as I can do… Untill you won’t let me live freely-
- Oh my…! You must be insane… Are you making fun of…-
- At all! Now, let me eat… I hope you will let me eat at least!-
- I leave…-
- Good!-
That evening falling asleep was other than easy: Jenny felt her belly could POP by the minute…