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Claire clutched her tray of food – pepperoni pizza, a bag of cheese flavored chips, some kind of individually wrapped chocolate snack cake, and a cola. She was lucky enough to be able to eat whatever she wanted, including meals like this daily, and still keep her 115 pound figure.
She popped open her bag of chips, reaching her slender fingers inside and taking a few sticks of fried ...whatever it was. She didn't question it as she popped it into her mouth, looking up to Steve.
The redheaded boy said nothing, simply staring down at his own lunch. It wasn't as greasy as his girlfriend's. Some nachos with some pale jalapeños scattered about the cheese and some root beer. He just couldn't eat pizza and chips every day for lunch, it made him feel sick to his stomach. Every once in a while he'd have a salad or soup or something healthier, but nothing they served at school was exactly 'healthy.' Hell, it was hardly considered food to begin with.
"So," Claire started, swallowing down a mouthful of her soda. "I was thinking about going to see that movie tonight. The one with the zombies and the female lead. Isn't she played by Ali Larter?"
No reply. Steve took a sip of his root beer.
"...right, anyways. So I was thinking we could go see that right after school, since I wasn't feeling well last night. Sound good?"
He picked up a chip, using it to rifle through the others. He dropped it back down, wiping his hands on a napkin laying on the table.
"...and then maybe you can come over to my place, I can cook dinner and we can do some homework?"
Still no reply. Not even a glance. The boy kept his eyes focused on his less than appetizing lunch.
"...We could go to Neely's anyways?" She smiled weakly. "I...know I'm not a very good cook."
Nothing.
"...oh, and I was thinking I would have wild, naked sex with Leon and take pictures while you watch. How's that?"
Eyes snapped up now. They weren't the usual, calm, easy-going eyes Claire had come to know. They were angry. Almost as if a fire were burning behind them, fueling that anger.
"Really? Because you didn't fuck him last night?"
Claire drew in a sharp breath. She hadn't ever heard him curse before. She leaned back in her seat, twisting her fingers together. "...what?" She managed to whisper after a moment of shocked silence.
"I saw you leaving that restaurant with him last night, Claire!" His voice was low and quivering. His eyes were focused on her midsection. "You were laughing, and smiling... you fucked him when you got home, didn't you?"
"...No! God no, Steve! Steve, you're the only one that I've ever slept with." She reached out to take his hands, two of her delicate ones cupping his bigger one. "Why...would I wanna cheat on you? With...my ex boyfriend?"
"I don't know either." He jerked his hand away, making Claire fall into the lunch table. "But I saw you leaving with him."
She'd never seen this way. It was...almost terrifying. Angry, shaking, upset. She hated it.
"Steve." She said softly, trying to regain her composure and stop the tears from flowing. "Steve, I gave you my virginity." Slowly but firmly. "I wouldn't sleep with anyone else while we were still together."
"Well that's good, Claire. Because you know what?"
She swallowed hard, watching him gather all of his items, dumping his trash into the nearest trashcan.
"Because we're not together anymore."
He walked off, slinging his backpack over his shoulder.
She couldn't hold herself together anymore.
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Joseph skipped out on his afternoon classes to check in on Rebecca, this time stopping for a burger to bring her for lunch. She needed to put some weight on. She had been tiny before she lost weight, and now her clothes didn't even fit right. Her extra small clothes swallowed her. It almost made Joseph sick... how could that Coen guy do that to her?
When he entered the room, the girl was listening to some music. Her headphones were plugged into her ears and the music was so loud that the boy could hear it from the door. He couldn't help a smile. She looked so much better. The color in her cheeks had returned, her eyes didn't have that constant 'deer in headlights' look to them, she'd gotten a shower so her hair and face was clean... she looked good. Even dressed in that paper thin nightgown, she was beautiful.
"Rebecca?"
She glanced up, yanking the headphones out as if expecting to see another nurse.
Joseph gave a grin. "Hey. You seem to be feeling better. I mean, you look fantastic."
Rebecca gave a smile. "Yeah. I feel a lot better." She glanced to the bag in his hands. She could smell the food from here. "...what's in the bag?"
The tekkie gave a grin. "Something for you. Lunch. A double cheese burger with bacon, hold the onions, a large side of onion rings, a cherry milk shake and an apple pie for dessert. We gotta get you fattened up." He smiled, holding out the bag.
The girl didn't hesitate, pulling out the food quickly. It honestly smelled fantastic – the best thing she'd been around for days, maybe even weeks. She couldn't remember.
"Thanks." She gave a grin after swallowing down a few huge bites of her hamburger. Joseph couldn't help an inward smile as he leaned against the back of the chair, arms crossed. In a matter of moments, she ate the entire burger and was left with nothing but the remnants of ketchup from her fingers, which she licked clean.
She paused, glancing up to him. She gave a sheepish grin. "...sorry, that probably wasn't very lady like, huh?"
"Oh, please. Like I care. I like a woman who can eat." The blonde gave a grin. "I hate women who order an expensive side salad with 'lo-cal' dressing on the side and pick at it for fifteen minutes." There was a laugh.
Rebecca smiled, moving to her shake as she sucked it down. Cherry. Her favorite flavor. It tasted almost as good as the chocolate he'd brought her the day before. Sweet and cool and fantastic. She picked up one of the onion rings, glancing up to Joseph.
He reached over and yanked one out from the plastic carton, and she let him. She still had an apple pie to eat and she was already beginning to feel full. She knew, as a nursing student, of course, that if you didn't eat for an extended period of time, your stomach shrank. She used to be able to put away all of this food with no problem, but she was feeling a little resistance...
"How's it taste?"
"Fantastic!" She smiled. "You saved me from eating that hospital food crap." She looked to the fattening, deep fried onion rings. This was so much better than that card board pizza, the cold pasta, watery soup, a stale sandwich, and if she was lucky, the highlight would be lime flavored Jell-O. Gross...
"Yeah?" Joseph laughed. "I'm glad. I'm glad to see you're in such high spirits, Becca."
Rebecca fell silent, staring at her food for a moment before glancing up to him. Her eyes were half closed.
"D-Don't call me that." She whispered after a moment of silence. "He...called me that, and...just please don't."
Joseph frowned, giving a nod. "Yeah, sure. I'm sorry."
There was silence as Rebecca ate the rest of her lunch. She managed all of the onion rings and about half of the apple pie before she laid back with a sigh.
"...Rebecca?"
"Hm?" a soft sound was all she could muster now. She felt like she needed to sleep for a week after all of the fatty foods. She knew it wasn't good for her, but she just didn't give a damn right now.
"...what'd he do to you?"
She fell silent, feeling her breath hitch in her chest. She hadn't been looking forward to it. Did she tell the truth? Did she lie? Did she stretch the truth? What?
She opened her mouth and let the words spill out.
"I seeing Mr. Coen." She started, swallowing hard."...he was amazing. He was sweet...sweet, and he cared about me, he took care of me, he had a car, he could bring me to the beach, the expensive restaurants, he could buy me clothes... he was fantastic in bed." She whispered the last part. They'd only had sex a handful of times, but Billy had taken the time and dedication to make sure she'd reach orgasm each and every time. Sometimes, more than once.
She took a deep breath, trying to relax ever so slightly. "The night of that last dance that we all went to. Remember? I was with Brad and...and he saw the dog tags around my neck." She whispered, talking fast. Adrenaline was pumping through her veins and her heart was pounding. She was scared. Scared of what he might think, scared of getting Billy in more trouble, afraid of making herself seem like a whore, or loose, careless, stupid even...
"He gave me the dog tags." Her hand went instinctively to her neck, fingers curling around the warm metal chain. She'd forgotten she even had them on. She swallowed hard. "...he gave me the dog tags, and I've been wearing them ever since. Because he wanted me to think about him all the time.... I should've realized then how possessive he was." She looked up to Joseph.
The boy sat with his hands folded, leaning towards the girl. He listened intently, those eyes never leaving her face. He didn't know what to say, so he simply stayed quiet.
"So...so we were dating, sleeping together, fooling around, whatever you want to call it. We were doing something illegal...but I liked it. I love him and it made me feel ...safe, warm, loved, wanted." She twisted her own fingers into her papery gown, trying to calm down.
She took a few deep breaths before continuing. "So...so we were on a date. At the zoo, Billy and I...and we kissed. Principal Wesker saw us. He acted like he didn't, but he saw us...so...the next morning, Billy says 'Lets run away together, Rebecca.' So he drives me to my house, I pack everything...including my cell phone." A weak, almost forced laugh. That cell phone had been more important than she would've ever guessed.
Joseph frowned, rubbing his temple gently. "Hm." He made a soft noise to let her know he was listening, but said nothing else.
"We were driving for a while. Right off of Raven's Gate Bridge I was home sick. It's like...no turning back now. And I already wanted to go home. You know... I'd never been away from home before. Then I was on the run with an escaped convict..." She glanced around the room, not wanting to look at Joseph. She was embarrassed. In all honesty, she hadn't been expecting telling her story so soon.
"...so, then we hang out in hotels. We sleep early, wake up early, watch some TV and bad movies at first... eat a lot of fast food...then I got sick."
"Sick?"
"Headache, dizzy...fever, can't sleep, coughing, sore throat, sore lungs...I don't even know anymore. It just kept getting worse and worse and worse. I couldn't see, I couldn't move. All I could do was take Tylenol and sleep, you know?"
A short nod from Joseph.
"So he starts getting abusive. Remember, I texted you? ...he hit me." It was a lie, but she continued with her story. "Then he put me in the back of the car. He might've tied me up, but I don't remember. I was so sick. Everything was so hot and uncomfortable..." Another lie. She didn't know if they were gonna stop. "...I woke up and we were driving. I begged him, pleaded for him to take me into a hotel. He let me rest for a few days and then we were off."
She looked up to him. Joseph was shaking. Anger? Fear? Maybe he was just that horrified? Sadness? What emotion was going through his skull?
"...So I had this plan. When we stopped for gas, I'd get out of the car and I'd run. Run inside the gas station. Get home. All I wanted was to come home, Joseph." A whimper.
He reached out, fingers wrapping around Rebecca's hand. He was still shaking, while she was tensed up.
"...so...so he caught me. I was about four steps away from the car and he grabbed my hair, threw me into the car as hard as he could and beat the shit out of me." She stretched the truth this time – only a half lie. He hadn't hit her afterwards. Well, not that she could remember...
"...god damn son of a bitch, I swear to god I'll kill him..." Joseph mumbled under his breath.
"....s-s-s-so I woke up god knows how many days later... I don't know how many days I was out. He hadn't been expecting, see, cause he was in the shower with the door shut...I knew I couldn't face him. And I knew I couldn't stay here any longer. I just wanted to go. Get home. Get back to being a normal teenage girl." Another soft whimper before she continued. "....I got out of bed. I couldn't see, my head was throbbing so badly, but I just ran. I ran and I found this nice older guy..."
Joseph gave a nod, listening still. He squeezed her hand gently.
"He was like forty. He had this red hair and a matching beard, and he was really nice. He had two daughters and a wife who fed me a little. Gave me some medicine. Called the cops...they were really nice. Barry Burton, was his name..." She nuzzled against the pillows, suddenly feeling like she could use a nap. "So they put me in the hospital...and here I am."

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Claire clutched her tray of food – pepperoni pizza, a bag of cheese flavored chips, some kind of individually wrapped chocolate snack cake, and a cola. She was lucky enough to be able to eat whatever she wanted, including meals like this daily, and still keep her 115 pound figure.
She popped open her bag of chips, reaching her slender fingers inside and taking a few sticks of fried ...whatever it was. She didn't question it as she popped it into her mouth, looking up to Steve.
The redheaded boy said nothing, simply staring down at his own lunch. It wasn't as greasy as his girlfriend's. Some nachos with some pale jalapeños scattered about the cheese and some root beer. He just couldn't eat pizza and chips every day for lunch, it made him feel sick to his stomach. Every once in a while he'd have a salad or soup or something healthier, but nothing they served at school was exactly 'healthy.' Hell, it was hardly considered food to begin with.
"So," Claire started, swallowing down a mouthful of her soda. "I was thinking about going to see that movie tonight. The one with the zombies and the female lead. Isn't she played by Ali Larter?"
No reply. Steve took a sip of his root beer.
"...right, anyways. So I was thinking we could go see that right after school, since I wasn't feeling well last night. Sound good?"
He picked up a chip, using it to rifle through the others. He dropped it back down, wiping his hands on a napkin laying on the table.
"...and then maybe you can come over to my place, I can cook dinner and we can do some homework?"
Still no reply. Not even a glance. The boy kept his eyes focused on his less than appetizing lunch.
"...We could go to Neely's anyways?" She smiled weakly. "I...know I'm not a very good cook."
Nothing.
"...oh, and I was thinking I would have wild, naked sex with Leon and take pictures while you watch. How's that?"
Eyes snapped up now. They weren't the usual, calm, easy-going eyes Claire had come to know. They were angry. Almost as if a fire were burning behind them, fueling that anger.
"Really? Because you didn't fuck him last night?"
Claire drew in a sharp breath. She hadn't ever heard him curse before. She leaned back in her seat, twisting her fingers together. "...what?" She managed to whisper after a moment of shocked silence.
"I saw you leaving that restaurant with him last night, Claire!" His voice was low and quivering. His eyes were focused on her midsection. "You were laughing, and smiling... you fucked him when you got home, didn't you?"
"...No! God no, Steve! Steve, you're the only one that I've ever slept with." She reached out to take his hands, two of her delicate ones cupping his bigger one. "Why...would I wanna cheat on you? With...my ex boyfriend?"
"I don't know either." He jerked his hand away, making Claire fall into the lunch table. "But I saw you leaving with him."
She'd never seen this way. It was...almost terrifying. Angry, shaking, upset. She hated it.
"Steve." She said softly, trying to regain her composure and stop the tears from flowing. "Steve, I gave you my virginity." Slowly but firmly. "I wouldn't sleep with anyone else while we were still together."
"Well that's good, Claire. Because you know what?"
She swallowed hard, watching him gather all of his items, dumping his trash into the nearest trashcan.
"Because we're not together anymore."
He walked off, slinging his backpack over his shoulder.
She couldn't hold herself together anymore.
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Joseph skipped out on his afternoon classes to check in on Rebecca, this time stopping for a burger to bring her for lunch. She needed to put some weight on. She had been tiny before she lost weight, and now her clothes didn't even fit right. Her extra small clothes swallowed her. It almost made Joseph sick... how could that Coen guy do that to her?
When he entered the room, the girl was listening to some music. Her headphones were plugged into her ears and the music was so loud that the boy could hear it from the door. He couldn't help a smile. She looked so much better. The color in her cheeks had returned, her eyes didn't have that constant 'deer in headlights' look to them, she'd gotten a shower so her hair and face was clean... she looked good. Even dressed in that paper thin nightgown, she was beautiful.
"Rebecca?"
She glanced up, yanking the headphones out as if expecting to see another nurse.
Joseph gave a grin. "Hey. You seem to be feeling better. I mean, you look fantastic."
Rebecca gave a smile. "Yeah. I feel a lot better." She glanced to the bag in his hands. She could smell the food from here. "...what's in the bag?"
The tekkie gave a grin. "Something for you. Lunch. A double cheese burger with bacon, hold the onions, a large side of onion rings, a cherry milk shake and an apple pie for dessert. We gotta get you fattened up." He smiled, holding out the bag.
The girl didn't hesitate, pulling out the food quickly. It honestly smelled fantastic – the best thing she'd been around for days, maybe even weeks. She couldn't remember.
"Thanks." She gave a grin after swallowing down a few huge bites of her hamburger. Joseph couldn't help an inward smile as he leaned against the back of the chair, arms crossed. In a matter of moments, she ate the entire burger and was left with nothing but the remnants of ketchup from her fingers, which she licked clean.
She paused, glancing up to him. She gave a sheepish grin. "...sorry, that probably wasn't very lady like, huh?"
"Oh, please. Like I care. I like a woman who can eat." The blonde gave a grin. "I hate women who order an expensive side salad with 'lo-cal' dressing on the side and pick at it for fifteen minutes." There was a laugh.
Rebecca smiled, moving to her shake as she sucked it down. Cherry. Her favorite flavor. It tasted almost as good as the chocolate he'd brought her the day before. Sweet and cool and fantastic. She picked up one of the onion rings, glancing up to Joseph.
He reached over and yanked one out from the plastic carton, and she let him. She still had an apple pie to eat and she was already beginning to feel full. She knew, as a nursing student, of course, that if you didn't eat for an extended period of time, your stomach shrank. She used to be able to put away all of this food with no problem, but she was feeling a little resistance...
"How's it taste?"
"Fantastic!" She smiled. "You saved me from eating that hospital food crap." She looked to the fattening, deep fried onion rings. This was so much better than that card board pizza, the cold pasta, watery soup, a stale sandwich, and if she was lucky, the highlight would be lime flavored Jell-O. Gross...
"Yeah?" Joseph laughed. "I'm glad. I'm glad to see you're in such high spirits, Becca."
Rebecca fell silent, staring at her food for a moment before glancing up to him. Her eyes were half closed.
"D-Don't call me that." She whispered after a moment of silence. "He...called me that, and...just please don't."
Joseph frowned, giving a nod. "Yeah, sure. I'm sorry."
There was silence as Rebecca ate the rest of her lunch. She managed all of the onion rings and about half of the apple pie before she laid back with a sigh.
"...Rebecca?"
"Hm?" a soft sound was all she could muster now. She felt like she needed to sleep for a week after all of the fatty foods. She knew it wasn't good for her, but she just didn't give a damn right now.
"...what'd he do to you?"
She fell silent, feeling her breath hitch in her chest. She hadn't been looking forward to it. Did she tell the truth? Did she lie? Did she stretch the truth? What?
She opened her mouth and let the words spill out.
"I seeing Mr. Coen." She started, swallowing hard."...he was amazing. He was sweet...sweet, and he cared about me, he took care of me, he had a car, he could bring me to the beach, the expensive restaurants, he could buy me clothes... he was fantastic in bed." She whispered the last part. They'd only had sex a handful of times, but Billy had taken the time and dedication to make sure she'd reach orgasm each and every time. Sometimes, more than once.
She took a deep breath, trying to relax ever so slightly. "The night of that last dance that we all went to. Remember? I was with Brad and...and he saw the dog tags around my neck." She whispered, talking fast. Adrenaline was pumping through her veins and her heart was pounding. She was scared. Scared of what he might think, scared of getting Billy in more trouble, afraid of making herself seem like a whore, or loose, careless, stupid even...
"He gave me the dog tags." Her hand went instinctively to her neck, fingers curling around the warm metal chain. She'd forgotten she even had them on. She swallowed hard. "...he gave me the dog tags, and I've been wearing them ever since. Because he wanted me to think about him all the time.... I should've realized then how possessive he was." She looked up to Joseph.
The boy sat with his hands folded, leaning towards the girl. He listened intently, those eyes never leaving her face. He didn't know what to say, so he simply stayed quiet.
"So...so we were dating, sleeping together, fooling around, whatever you want to call it. We were doing something illegal...but I liked it. I love him and it made me feel ...safe, warm, loved, wanted." She twisted her own fingers into her papery gown, trying to calm down.
She took a few deep breaths before continuing. "So...so we were on a date. At the zoo, Billy and I...and we kissed. Principal Wesker saw us. He acted like he didn't, but he saw us...so...the next morning, Billy says 'Lets run away together, Rebecca.' So he drives me to my house, I pack everything...including my cell phone." A weak, almost forced laugh. That cell phone had been more important than she would've ever guessed.
Joseph frowned, rubbing his temple gently. "Hm." He made a soft noise to let her know he was listening, but said nothing else.
"We were driving for a while. Right off of Raven's Gate Bridge I was home sick. It's like...no turning back now. And I already wanted to go home. You know... I'd never been away from home before. Then I was on the run with an escaped convict..." She glanced around the room, not wanting to look at Joseph. She was embarrassed. In all honesty, she hadn't been expecting telling her story so soon.
"...so, then we hang out in hotels. We sleep early, wake up early, watch some TV and bad movies at first... eat a lot of fast food...then I got sick."
"Sick?"
"Headache, dizzy...fever, can't sleep, coughing, sore throat, sore lungs...I don't even know anymore. It just kept getting worse and worse and worse. I couldn't see, I couldn't move. All I could do was take Tylenol and sleep, you know?"
A short nod from Joseph.
"So he starts getting abusive. Remember, I texted you? ...he hit me." It was a lie, but she continued with her story. "Then he put me in the back of the car. He might've tied me up, but I don't remember. I was so sick. Everything was so hot and uncomfortable..." Another lie. She didn't know if they were gonna stop. "...I woke up and we were driving. I begged him, pleaded for him to take me into a hotel. He let me rest for a few days and then we were off."
She looked up to him. Joseph was shaking. Anger? Fear? Maybe he was just that horrified? Sadness? What emotion was going through his skull?
"...So I had this plan. When we stopped for gas, I'd get out of the car and I'd run. Run inside the gas station. Get home. All I wanted was to come home, Joseph." A whimper.
He reached out, fingers wrapping around Rebecca's hand. He was still shaking, while she was tensed up.
"...so...so he caught me. I was about four steps away from the car and he grabbed my hair, threw me into the car as hard as he could and beat the shit out of me." She stretched the truth this time – only a half lie. He hadn't hit her afterwards. Well, not that she could remember...
"...god damn son of a bitch, I swear to god I'll kill him..." Joseph mumbled under his breath.
"....s-s-s-so I woke up god knows how many days later... I don't know how many days I was out. He hadn't been expecting, see, cause he was in the shower with the door shut...I knew I couldn't face him. And I knew I couldn't stay here any longer. I just wanted to go. Get home. Get back to being a normal teenage girl." Another soft whimper before she continued. "....I got out of bed. I couldn't see, my head was throbbing so badly, but I just ran. I ran and I found this nice older guy..."
Joseph gave a nod, listening still. He squeezed her hand gently.
"He was like forty. He had this red hair and a matching beard, and he was really nice. He had two daughters and a wife who fed me a little. Gave me some medicine. Called the cops...they were really nice. Barry Burton, was his name..." She nuzzled against the pillows, suddenly feeling like she could use a nap. "So they put me in the hospital...and here I am."