Memories

TRIGGER WARNING:SA

“Thank you,” I finally gained the courage to speak after Elliot returned to my room. I’m unsure as to where he went, but it gave me time to eat my first meal in blissful silence. My mother's eyes always found me at the table, no matter where we were. She looks at me with disgust every time she sees me with food, and it's exhausting living beneath the umbrella of her disappointment.

“For what?” he arched a brow. His face remained stoic as he stared at me awaiting an answer.

I grabbed my brush, running it through my freshly showered hair, “For standing up for me. It’s the first time that anyone has in as long as I can remember.”

“Don’t get used to it. Your mother’s presence was just agitating me,” he mumbled.

“Get used to that," I huffed, wincing as the brush snagged on a knot in my hair, "Her presence has agitated me for twenty years.”

Placing my leg up on my vanity, I grabbed lotion, massaging it into my skin. Switching to the other side, I suddenly felt