The Fat Program

Chapter 3

Recap:

"Well, I'm going to head out now that you have your room open and all." I said wearily. I got out of there as fast as I could, which wasn't that fast, but he didn't say anything to make me stay there so I struggled my way up to my room.

When I got back, I didn't want to eat anything, for a first, so I just went to my room and laid down on my bed. My head was hurting with the realization that an old enemy was back. Now I had to think of a way to stay away from him and try not to see him when I go to the store. Nothing was going to be the same anymore.

Crap, time to face up to one of my many fears. Gosh this is goig to suck.

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Two days later I still haven't talked to him, let alone seen him since the day I helped him unlock his apartment door.Things were looking up for once. Today was restocking day, meaning time to go to the store

I hated going to the store, it meant people had to look at me. You'd think I'd be okay with their stairs, and you'd think I'd be safe just going around picking up my groceries, but I take my precautions on everything I do. I used to get made fun of when I'd go to the check-out line. I'd have at least two full baskets with what others called junk but I called meals, piling high out of them. They'd say rude comments like, 'Oh, having a party? Or is it snack time already?'

What they said wasn't wrong, most of the food I bought was like a snack since I didn't eat it like meals. I just ate whenever I wanted, but that meant snack time was any time. But everything they said to me had some kind of horrible meaning behind it. I felt mistreated, and used when people came over complaining they had no food or money, when really they'd be throwing a party with all the things I gave them.

And the worst part yet, even though it was my food I gave them out of pity, they still didn't invite me to their party. I hated how others thought it was cool to ignore me or make fun of me, but it was apart of my life.

I snuck down around the corner, making sure Cameron wasn't there.

Sneaking in your own building? Goodness Janet, what has your life come to now?

As I turned the corner, making my way to the stairs, I heard a voice say, "There you are Janet!"

Oh no.

"Yea?" I asked, still not turned around. Worry and fright were being displayed o my face and I was afraid I would offend him if he saw them on me, then if he was offended he'd try to hurt me again, or worse.

"Umm, can I talk to you face to face or am I going to have to talk to your back?" He questioned.

"Err.." I said, but didn't finish because someone's hands were on my shoulders turning me around.

"Wah- what are you doing?" I shrieked when he didn't let go of me but just pushed me up against the wall.

Growling at me he said, "You never return any of my calls and you've been ignoring me lately. I'm sorry for how I treated you when we were little, but that doesn't mean you can hold a grudge against me now!" His breath fanned my face and almost made me dizzy, it was a sweet scent, like mint , a peppermint. His arms were on either side of my head, caging me in.

I somewhat wondered how he got his arms around me, and how he wasn't able to touch my stomach with him so close.

'Stop thinking good things about him Janet!' I told myself.

"Get off me!" I snarled at him.

"Not until you tell me why you won't talk to me anymore. You used to be one of my good friends Janet, what happened to us?" He questioned.

 I yelled, giving him a question for his question. Is he stupid? He tortured me every day when he visited when we were little. As soon as I could leave without him coming, chasing me down for more of his 'fun' then I would hide, hoping he couldn't find me for the rest of the day. He was a monster to me, so why should I show him any of my kindness and forgive him. And since when were we every friends!? Not once did he consider me one when we were little. I was always his experiment, his piece of trash that he could use one day and then he could throw away when he was done with me, I was always something he could take his seven-year-old anger out on. I was his stupid punching bag, but you know what? Not anymore.

I grabbed the top of his shirt and snarled in his face, "Since when were we EVER friends? You didn't give a damn about me when we were kids. I could have DIED from what you were doing to me! How could you even think I would forgive you?"

All the hate and bile I had stored away over the years came rushing out as I was fixing to rip him to shreds. "Cameron, you were the one kid I thought would be my friend since our dad's were friends, but no! You ruined that chance too! I'll never forgive you!"

When I was done I was breathing hard. He was looking at me stunned, then he removed his hands from the way and just kept them at his side.

"I didn't know I hurt you so much." he whispered. He was shaking, and his face had fallen. He looked torn, like he wanted to kill himself then and there, but didn't have the guts to move in case I tried to leave him.

That's what I did though, I tried to move away from him to get back to my room. Not wanting to look at him anymore, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to his apartment.

"What the hell!" I yelled, reaching for his hand to try and yank it off me. He was stronger than me and my attempts to get lose failed miserably.

He pulled me along with him, not letting go. When he got to his room he used his other hand to unlock the door, then pulled me inside. 

He threw me onto his couch, then went back to lock the door, but the embarrassing part was when I sank down really far, but that doesn't matter, he just freaking kidnapped me!

Well, technically I own the building so I can't be kidnapped when he took me somewhere I live, but still, it was freaking wrong!  

"Hmmph!" I grunted, then folded my arms across my chest. 

What the heck does he want with me? I could just evict him, couldn't I? 

"Let me out or so help me, I'm going to evict you from this building!" I shrieked at m\him.

He was walking into his kitchen, grabbing tweo glasses of water, then he came back out and sat down next to me.

"Did you read your aunt's letter?" he asked. He sounded serious. But why the heck would I read something that horrible woman gave me?

"No." I growled. then I took the water and sipped it. 

"It's important. You have to read it." He said trying to make me believe him. 

I huffed but didn't say anything else.

"Please Janet. It has to do with you." he pleaded with me.

I turned my gaze to him. What did he say? Aunt Kathy wrote a note about me? 

I was surprised for a minuter, but then a look of darkness over took me features. She was probably only going to tell me how bad of a child I was for leaving her with none of my parents fortune. She was probably telling me how ugly and fat I am. She was probably calling me every sick name she could think of. Reading that letter was only going to make me sad and hate myself more, so I wasn't going to take the chance.

This is my life, why can't she just leave me alone!

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Because of a request to do a chapter in Cameron's P.O.V. the next one will be for him. :)

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