Sally
As Colby approached me, I pressed my back against the door and swallowed hard. When he was directly in front of me, he leaned in close and whispered, “Yes.”
My eyes fluttered, and I looked up into his intense gaze. Just as I was about to sign something, he scoffed and pulled away.
“Are you dying for me to really say that, Sally?” he asked, irritation in his voice. “I don’t fuck virgins, so move on to the next guy if you’re looking to get your pussy wrecked. It won’t be me.”
With that, he left, and all I could do was stare until he was gone. Motherfucker, I hope he bombs the upcoming competition in three days. Maybe I won’t even cheer for our school. I should probably join the other school’s cheerleading team.
Letting out a deep sigh, I picked up the soap and my toothbrush before disappearing into the bathroom to wash up.
Once I was done, I returned to my room to get dressed. Just as I was about to lay down, I heard my mom’s voice call out, “Breakfast is ready, guys!”
Just as I realized how hungry I was, my stomach grumbled painfully. I went downstairs to find Yvonne already seated and eating quickly. Colby was nowhere to be seen, and I wondered where he was.
“Come and join us, Sally,” Mom said with a smile.
“Let her be,” Yvonne scoffed. “She’s probably worried about her brother since he isn’t here.”
I looked at her with a frown, but she gave me the brightest, fakest smile ever.
“You don’t need to worry, okay?” she said, taking a spoonful of food into her mouth. “He left for rehearsal and couldn’t wait for breakfast.”
“I didn’t ask you,” I signed, not caring if she understood me or not.
She only smirked and looked down at her food. I sat down and began eating slowly, sitting close to her.
“Yvonne?” Mom called softly, causing us both to glance at her, seeing a wide smile on her face. “You seem to be enjoying the food.”
I looked at Yvonne’s plate, which was already empty, and noticed she was taking more food from the dish in the center of the table.
“It’s manageable,” she replied coldly. “I’m just eating because I didn’t have anything yesterday.”
“Huh? Why? Why didn’t you eat?” Mom asked, a pang of worry in her voice that almost made me sick.
“She’s on a diet,” Jerry answered on Yvonne’s behalf, as she remained silent, focusing on her obnoxious eating noises. Maybe she was just trying to annoy me.
I had no idea Yvonne was on a diet. I couldn’t deny that she had the perfect body; I’d seen her naked a few times while changing for cheerleading in the girls’ dressing room. She had plump breasts, a well-defined waist that gave her an hourglass figure, a flat stomach, and an apple-shaped butt that emphasized her femininity. While her diet must have played a significant role in her physique, I never knew it involved skipping meals.
Regardless, it wasn’t any of my business. I kept quiet and focused on my food. Suddenly, Yvonne stood up and left, declaring she was finished. After she had gone, I noticed blood on her seat.
Didn’t she realize she was having her menstrual period? I stood up and signed, “Excuse me, please,” before rushing upstairs. I went to my room, grabbed a sanitary pad in case she didn’t have one, and hurried to her room. I was about to knock before entering when the sound of retching caught me off guard. Concerned that something was wrong with Yvonne, I pushed the door open.
What I saw made my eyes widen and my jaw drop. Yvonne was on her knees, her hair now tied in a ponytail instead of hanging freely as it had in the dining room. I could see her neck and the sweat trickling down. Her face was half-submerged in a small bucket, and she had her entire left hand shoved deep down her throat.
She was choking herself, trying to vomit everything she had just eaten, and it was working because I heard the revolting sounds of vomit filling the bucket.
I stood frozen, staring… and after what felt like an eternity, the pad I had been holding slipped from my hand. I quickly ran to her and successfully pulled her hand away.
She turned to me, her face sweaty, weak, and pale. Vomit splattered her mouth and even her face.
“What the fuck is wrong with you!” I signed, but she just stared weakly, reminding me that she would never understand sign language, no matter how hard I tried.
I took out my phone, opened my notepad, and typed with shaky hands before showing her. “Are you insane? What do you think you’re doing?”
“Go away,” she sighed, trying to catch her breath.
“I’m not going,” I typed and showed her.
“Just leave! Leave me alone, or else I’ll break that phone!” she warned, tears streaming down her face.
I clenched my teeth in anger and nodded before pointing at the pad and writing, “Fucking put that on and stop showing everyone you’re seeing red!”
She simply glared at me, and I walked away, closing the door. Whatever Yvonne was going through wasn’t okay, and she needed help before she completely lost it.
For the first time in my life, I felt sad for her, worried about her, and damn, I wanted to be there for her.