Chapter Twenty Seven
Third Person POV.
Amber stirred from her deep sleep, her entire body weak from exhaustion. The abrupt sound of the
doorbell ringing pierced her ears, jolting her awake for a few fleeting moments.
She groaned, burying her face in the pillow, hoping that whoever was at the door would simply give up
and go away. She desperately wanted to find peace in theforting embrace of sleep, and the fact
that someone had cut short her sleep, made her extremely cranky.
She pretended to not hear the doorbell, covering her head with a pillow to block out the sound. But as
the ringing persisted, growing more insistent by the second, frustration overrode her weariness.
Amber grumbled under her breath, tugging herself out of bed and trudging towards the front door, her
steps heavy with annoyance.
As she approached the door, she spared a fleeting nce at the monitor to confirm who it was that had
interrupted her precious sleep at such an ungodly hour.
Her eyes widened in surprise and irritation when she saw Alison’s face disyed on the screen. Of
all the people she had hoped to avoid, Alison was at the very top of the list.
“Oh, for crying out loud,” Amber muttered in exasperation, her annoyance palpable in her voice. She
had been dodging Alison’s attempts to reach out for days, not wanting to deal with her persistent
nagging for her to seek therapy.
Therapy was thest thing Amber wanted at the moment, and facing Alison’s relentless insistence
would only add more stress to her already chaotic life.
She also didn’t want to have anything to do with Alison, because she was starting to think that Alison
didn’t understand her pain as well as she wanted, and her nonchnce toward her anger had made
Amber believe that she wasn’t on her side.
With a resigned sigh, Amber reluctantly opened the door, the weariness etched on her face
transforming into forced politeness. “Alison,” she greeted curtly, her toneced with frustration. “To what
do I owe this early morning visit?”
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Alison’s face contorted into a slight frown as she looked at Amber, concern and worry etched on her.
face. “For goodness sake Amber, I’ve been trying to get in touch with you for days now, and you
haven’t been picking up my calls,” she hissed, her voice tinged with mocking anger. “Do you have any
idea how worried I’ve been in thest few days?”
Amber sighed, her expression devoid of any sign of interest. “But I remember telling you that I was
doing just fine, Alison. Stop worrying about me like I’m some sick person that needs to be taken care
of,” she hissed, hating how Alison made her feel like a patient on the run.
“But you’re sick, Amber! Why in the world do you keep trying to pretend like everything is okay when
you and I both know it’s not?” Alison hissed.
Amber scoffed. “And what is it that’s wrong with me ording to you, Alison?”
Alison sighed, her frustration evident. “What did you have for dinnerst night?” she asked suddenly,
causing Amber to furrow her brows in confusion.
“What exactly is that question supposed to mean? How is it relevant to what I asked?” she retorted.
“Just answer the question, Amber!” Alison snapped.
Amber sighed. “I had a heavy lunchte in the afternoon, so I didn’t need to eat anything for dinner,”
she responded.
“Did you throw up against night?” Alison asked.
“I already told you that I stopped throwing up a long time ago, Alison. I’m fine now!” Amber responded
defensively, feeling sick and tired of Alison treating her like she was dying.
“You’re not fine, Amber. You’re not! How can someone who can’t sleep without popping several
sleeping pills, and grows thinner and thinner every day be okay? For Pete’s sake, the woman in front of
me isn’t the Amber I know!” This is property ? N?velDrama.Org.
Amber stood there, the weariness etched on her face, staring at Alison with anger flickering in her
eyes. “Did you seriouslye to my ce this early in the morning just to question me about what I eat
and remind me that I suffer from insomnia?” she seethed, her voice dripping with frustration. “Is that
why you’re here, to monitor my life?”
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Alison scoffed, her expression filled with exasperation. “Amber, I came here to check on my friend,” she
retorted sharply. “You clearly haven’t been eating properly, and I’m worried about you. I can’t just stand
by and watch you ruin your health.”
Amber’s anger red, her voiceced with anger. “It’s none of your da mn business what I eat and don’t
eat, or how I take care of my health,” she spat back, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m doing just
fine, so stop bothering me and treating me like I’m some kind of dying patient.”
Alison shook her head, her voice filled with frustration. “Amber, you know as well as I do that you have
struggled with your eating habits for a while now,” she stated firmly. “Even if you don’t want to return to
therapy with me for whatever reason, you can’t just ignore the fact that you need help when ites to
your eating disorder.”
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Amber’s anger red into a ze, her voice rising as she shouted back, “I don’t have an eating
disorder!” She felt a surge of irritation at Alison’s persistence, at her refusal to believe that Amber could
handle her issues on her own.
Alison’s gaze met Amber’s, the worry etched in her eyes. “Then how else do you exin your constant
lack of appetite?” she challenged her voice a gentle but firm demand for truth. “Or your inability to
digest cooked food? And let’s not forget your tendency to throw up after every meal.”
Amber’s frustration with Alison shifted into a mixture of frustration and self-disgust. She sighed heavily,
hating the fact that Alison was right. For weeks now, she had barely been able to stomach anything,
and even when she forced herself to eat, it always ended in nausea and vomiting. Evenst
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anything, and even when she forced herself to eat, it always ended in nausea and vomiting. Evenst
night, despite how much she had enjoyed Martha’s food, she still ended up throwing it all up before
bed.
The thought of cooked food made her stomach churn, leading her to live off snacks, soda, and alcohol
instead.
“Get out, Alison!” Amber snapped, not wanting to hear anything else.
“Amber, I’m trying to-”
“I said get the hell out of my house, Alison! And don’te back if all you care about is making me
into a sick person.”
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