Wolfed-Up Rabbit

Chapter 33: Problems Arise Part 1

Chapter 33: Problems Arise Part 1

Rebecca's POV

Kim had been acting weird the last few days. I thought it might be because we started school again and he clearly despised it, but I don't know he was just being, well... weird— for lack of a better word.

Kim's POV

I was still disappointed with the fact of having kissed the little brat, but even more disappointed, if not disgusted, with having gotten a boner.

To make matters worse, school was the biggest drag. Ditching class was becoming tiresome and routine-like. I began to wonder why I even bothered going in the first place only to remember that it was to accompany Becca and unfortunately, to have a better future.

Speaking of her, she probably sensed my unusual behavior as of late. Why she hadn't said anything was beyond me.

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I normally wasn't one to harm my hands, but I didn't feel like burning my legs. If they were to receive any harm, I'd have wanted to see blood and knowing myself, I'd have probably gotten carried away.

I looked at my hand and came to the conclusion that the burning hadn't really been worth it. I wasn't at all satisfied and I had now, unfortunately, fed my urge and it was something that would leave me uncomfortable for the remainder of the day.

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Marlene's POV

FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT FAT

That was all I seemed to think all the time. It was torturing me now more than ever because despite wanting to be thinner and see my bones jut out where they normally shouldn't, I could not do it!

Stupid fucken bastard child. Stupid fucken Ralph. Stupid fucken fat me!

Every single bite of food I took- every single one- I did it solely for them. I hated it. I didn't want to eat. I was getting fat. I was getting huge!

And all of it was in my stomach. It was growing and Ralph obviously refused to tell me, but he didn't have to because I saw it every fucking day. I didn't even need a damn mirror! Everything was pudging out and gross. All the rolls of fat... It was all disgusting putrid horror.

I was a disgusting putrid horror.

Ralph's POV

Cry and cry. That's all she ever seemed to do anymore. It hurt me so much to see her like that, but I just hoped that it would all be for the better. Maybe she'd react and take care of herself more.

"It's okay, Marlene. You'll be okay, I promise."

She narrowed her eyes at me. "You 'promise'? How the fuck can you promise such a thing, Ralph? Look at me!" She grabbed at her stomach and began sobbing harder than ever.

"Marlene, stop it! You need to calm down. This isn't healthy- for either of you!"

She was evidently distressed, but I didn't know what to do.

"I wish I'd never gotten pregnant. Wish I'd never gotten my period back. I wish I never let you convince me to eat, Ralph!"

"You need to eat, Marlene. It's vital for your life and you know it! Don't try and blame everything on me!"

I regretted it instantly because I knew it wasn't her fault that she was sick.

"I don't blame you, Ralph. And you want to know fucken why?" She yelled. "Because I don't even know if the damn kid is yours!"