You are six years old.
John B opened the door. "Hey." I sigh. "Hey. Can we stay for the night?" He nods welcoming me in. Kiara and Pope were sitting on the screened in porch. I sit Y/N on the counter. "Why can't you eat?" I ask her drawing attention from the guys and Kie. "Lisa said I can't eat." She says pouting. "Who the fuck is Lisa and why can't you eat?" I say annoyed. "Lisa is my friend and said I'm fat. And if I don't eat then I won't be fat and I can play with her." She says playing with my shirt. I hesitate. "You're not fat sweet pea... You need better fucking friends..." I mutter. "JJ!" Kiara shouts slapping my arm. "It's true!" I shout back. "Talk to her!" Kiara says rolling her eyes. "Ok... Y/N listen... you are beautiful. Perfect just the way you are and all that bull. You need to eat. You CAN NOT starve yourself. It's dangerous. You would have to go to the hospital." I say knowing how much she hated hospitals. She nods quickly. "You need to eat something. I don't give a flying fuck about what Lisa says. Make new friends. Play with other people. If Lisa says anything to you punch her right in the face. You might get in trouble at school but you won't at home." I say putting her on the ground. "So I can have my brownie." I nod and roll my eyes.
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