William
My nail digs into my palms as the fresh smell of my grandma's homemade speghetti sauce wafted through the air. Whenever my grand parents visit, it was always hard trying to resist food.
My grandma was one of the best cooks ever, so it was difficult to deny the yummy food she serves. Also, she always demanded that I eat or she'd raise hell.
"Dinner is ready, darling." My grandma softly tells me, holding up a plate of noodles with a generous amount of red sauce on it. I unclenched my fist, upsetting that I am having to eat. "There's more where that came from."
I just send my grandma a smile before I grab the plate from her, going into the living room with the rest of my family. It was a bit crowded in there, considering that everyone, including my grandpa, were in there. But there is more than enough seats.
I plopped down onto the recliner, pushing the noodles around on my plate.
"Will, eat up before your food gets cold." My mom spoke as she shoved a forkful of the pasta and sauce into her mouth. I continued to push around the noodles, the thought of food in my stomach making me already queasy. "William, eat!"
I swirl the noodles on the fork, taking a bite of the warm, flavorful sauce with pasta. My mom nodded in approval before she looked back at Grandpa, who was telling the twins stories about my mom when she was a kid.
I sipped on some water as I ate, quickly getting filled up by the carbs and liquid.
I set my half eaten food aside, shifting my eyes to my sisters, who were already on their second plates of pasta.
"Is that all you're going to eat, sweety?" My grandma asked, looking at my plate in disappointment. I weakly smile and nodded. "Are you feeling okay?"
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She pressed the back of her hand lightly against my forehead and neck, furrowing her brows.
"I'm just not that hungry." I reply with a shrug, looking down at the delicious speghetti that I would love to just gobble up. "I'll eat the rest later, Grandma."
I shoved my fingers down my throat hurriedly, my dinner slithering up my throat, into the toilet bowl. My throat began to throb at the watered down stomach acid that gushed through my throat.
After I made sure every bit of food was out of my system, I just sat their on my knees for a moment, studying the redish water and chunks of chewed noodles.
I cringed at the sour smell, quickly flushing it.
"William, do you want dessert? I made apple pie."
My eyes widen at the offer my grandma made. I absolutely love her apple pie. It was better than any other pie in the world, and I can promise that.
Just a little slice won't hurt right? Just a few bites?
I accept the offer, including that I only wanted a small piece. Lucille looked at me weirdly when she heard my request, but shrugged it off moments later.
I kept down the small slice of apple pie for the rest of the evening, the feeling of it in my stomach making me feel uneasy.
I wasn't really used to having a lot in my stomach, that's why it's easier to throw up bigger meals.
Soon, everyone began to settle down and slowly go to bed. I took that as a chance to escape to my room for some time to myself.
Don't get me wrong, I love my family. They are the best. But sometimes, they become so overwhelming and a handful.
Once I got into my room, my friend Amber called me, instantly informing me about how her 7 month long boyfriend cheated on her with her step sister.
