Hey Wattpad!!
Yeah, I know, second upload within 24 hours. Why, you ask? Well, because I have this chapter done, and I figured you guys were tired of guessing:P
In case you were wondering, congratulations to basically everyone for guessing why Tiffany needs help! I was kind of surprised people thought she was pregnant, but I'm hoping everything makes sense after this:)
Also the other reason I'm uploading now is because everyone wants me to, and I try to give the people what they want:)
The song on the side is Cam's song. And you'll see why it's there about half way through the chapter:P
CHAPTER TWENTY
I froze in the middle of the handshake, pulling my hand away slowly. “What do you want?” I asked, immediately on the defensive. “Is Kate here too?”
Tiffany smiled, her stupid perfect white teeth showing. “You call her Kate? So you don’t like her?” She asked.
“Let’s just say that if she got hit by a bus, I’d be the one driving.”
Tiffany laughed. “You’re funny. Ok, thank God. Look, can we go inside? I have to talk to you.”
I nodded, feeling a little self-conscious next to her. I knew I wasn’t ugly, but the girl was wearing what seemed to be size negative something.
I shut the door, and was immediately engulfed in a hug.
“Um, Tiffany, would you mind letting go so I can put my stuff down?” I asked, trying to be as nice as possible.
So far, I could see why Kate liked her. So that meant I didn’t.
“Right, sorry.” Tiffany backed away, and I frowned a little. She wouldn’t apologize if she was like Kate, would she?
“So, why are you here, Tiffany?” I asked.
She sighed. “Honestly? I’m fed up. Kate is always pushing and pushing for me to go into modeling. I’m ok with that because I actually do want to go into it, but I hate feeling this pressurized to stay this skinny.”
I frowned. “Then why do it? Why not just move out and make it on your own or something?”
She sighed again, taking a seat on the couch. “Well, I just turned eighteen, and I want to wait until I get a job so that I can afford to live somewhere.” She explained.
I sat down next to her, slowly. What was her angle? “Ok, but that doesn’t explain why you’re here. You already know what you’re going to do.”
She took a deep breath, and lifted up her shirt enough to show her stomach. There was nothing there.
“I get it, you have a flat stomach.” I said, frowning more. What was this girl playing at?
“It’s what’s underneath.” She said, pulling out a little make up remover pad and wiping it across her stomach a few times.
I gasped as she kept rubbing, and saw her face contort into pain every couple of seconds.
By the time she was done, all I wanted to do was hug her, but I felt frozen in shock.
On her body were bruises upon bruises. She literally looked as though she’d been used as a punching bag. That part of her body anyway.
“What happened?” I asked, breathing heavily. Of course I already knew what happened, it was the same thing Kate had done to me when I was four.
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