"An extra value meal to go, please," she told the boy behind the counter and handed him the cash.
The past month has been tough. At work. At home. With him. Her health. Guilt starts seeping into her conciousness when she thought about it. She pushed it to the back of her mind, grabbed the paper bag filled with her comfort food and left for her favorite spot by the river.
"I deserve this meal,"she thought to herself as she tore the paper bag open. The smell of freshly fried fries was intoxicating. Comforting. Soothing. Sorely missed.
She took a bunch of fries and was about to put them into her mouth when she heard a familiar voice. A voice she has not heard for years.
"You really shouldn't be eating those." the voice said. Not a request or a suggestion. A command.
She listened to those words by habit and put the fries back into the paper bag.
"Good girl." the voice said. You can hear the smile in his voice. She took a deep breath and turned around. There he was. A smirk on his face and looking like he always does. Ever bit the dream guy of every girl.
He walked gracefully over to the seat beside her and looked up. She turned her head. Not wanting to look him in the eyes.
"What I eat or don't eat is none of your business." she said and stood to leave.
He reached out to grabbed her arms, "Sit." he whispered, anger seeping into his voice.
"You haven't done your checks this week. The hospital called me." he said.
Shit. Her eyes widened and she turned to look at him. She has forgotten to update her emergency contact.
"Not that I don't already know." he said as he turns her hands over, frowning when he saw the numerous holes on her fingers. He kissed one of the fingers tenderly and sighed. Grabbing her pouch, he took out the test kit.
"No...I don't want to." she whimpered. Afraid. Afraid of the sting. Tired. Tired of having to analyse the results.
"What does your boyfriend have to say about this?" he questioned. She shook her head and shrugged. "I figured." he continued.
Holding on tightly to her left hand, he wiped one of the fingers with an alcohol wipe and took up the device. She tried to pull her hand away but he was too strong. "Trust me?" he asked.
She nod. He sighed and pricked her finger, took a drop of blood and stick it into the device. While waiting for the results, he put her finger into his mouth and sucked on it gently. That action shocked her but it took away the sting of the prick.
The device beeped and he looked at the results. "It's amazing that you are still here. Are you giddy? Nauseous? You haven't been eating. You haven't been sleeping well." he questioned. The fact that he knows what she has been doing both comforted and angered her.
"You HAVE to eat, C." he commanded, angry again.
She shook her hands free and stood up, swaying a little as her body adjust to the change. "It's none of your business. You lost the right to question me when you brought me home and left me. I'm not yours anymore. You chose those girls over me." she said as she grabbed her bag.
"I'll update my contact at the hospital. Good day, sir." She quickly turned around so that he won't be able to see the tears in her eyes. The memory of those times, of that day when she woke up alone in her room. They were many years ago. But it still hurts.
He watched her go again. His face twisted in an unreadable expression.
