Learning to Be Little Again

By: Meredith O Reilly

Chapter One





It’s snowing again, I thought as I looked out my kitchen window and finished my measly one orange breakfast. It was New Year’s Day and most people had probably been partying the night before and were still asleep at six forty-five in the morning. Not me. I hadn’t had a peaceful night’s sleep since before… Boyle. Just thinking about that dirt bag made my entire body shake.

Don’t think about him. He’s gone, I tried to tell myself a couple of times to calm the growing panic inside.

I got up from my chair, still watching the snow fall as I threw my orange peel into the garbage can. Sighing, I looked down at the doctor’s card that Mark had left on my kitchen counter the last time he’d been here. It hadn’t been touched since.

I knew that I needed to get help. I knew that I was too thin, that I hadn’t been sleeping well, and that I felt awful. I just couldn’t go and get help, because I was too afraid. I knew that Mark would be really upset with me since I told him before Christmas that I would go to a doctor. But the idea of having to answer medical questions and let a doctor touch me did not appeal to me in the slightest.

I walked out of the kitchen and into the family room. It was nothing special. The walls were a dreary brown, with hand-me down furniture and faded pink carpeting to match. But even though my apartment was small and not much to look at, it was home, my safe haven.

Walking over to the couch, I sat down, clicking the TV on and immediately flipping to the children’s station that always seemed to have my favorite shows. Arthur was on right now. Sinking further into my couch, I began to watch it.

I was laughing at something that Buster said when there was a knock on my door. My clock read seven fifteen.

Who would be stopping by my apartment now, on a holiday? My panic increased tenfold as I realized that I hadn’t been expecting anyone today.

Hesitantly, I got up from the couch and walked over to the front door. Carefully peeking through the peephole, I saw Mark standing there and my shoulders slumped as the fear left me.

Opening the door, I greeted the large man who stood on the other side. “Hi, Mark. Happy New Year.”

“Hi, Juliana. Happy New Year to you too. May I please come in?”

“Sure.” I opened the door more so he could step in. Once he was inside, I closed and locked it, then turned to face him.

Mark was a large man, and that was putting it nicely. He was at least 6’3” and had black hair like mine, but in a crew cut style. He had these shiny gray eyes that could make me feel like he was x-raying me, and he was very muscular, even more so than my friend Samantha’s husband, Jackson. But since he was a cop, Mark had to stay in tip-top shape.

“You haven’t seen a doctor yet, have you?” he asked, his eyes watching my every move.

“No, I haven’t. Would you like some coffee?” I asked, walking past him and heading back into the kitchen. Mark was one of the few people who I felt comfortable around. After all, he was the one who had found me handcuffed to a bed, wearing a used diaper and baby clothes. And he was the one who had taken care of me afterward and let me live with him before I got back on my feet.

“Juliana, what did you promise me the last time that I saw you?” he asked, and even though I wasn’t facing him, I knew he had his arms crossed over his chest and was waiting for my reply.

I sighed and turned around to face him. Guess switching the topic won’t work this time.

“That I would go see a doctor,” I muttered, not looking at him. This was the hard part for me. I could care less if I saw a doctor, but disappointing Mark—that made me feel like a class A jerk.

“Juliana, when are you going to listen to me and go get help? You look worse than you did the last time I saw you.”

“I’m sorry, okay?” I said, giving him my puppy eyes, hoping that would lessen his anger. My puppy eyes seem to work on everyone because they help me look like an innocent little girl. And who could turn down a little girl?

“Puppy eyes are not going to help you in this situation, little girl. You have to take care of yourself. It looks like you’ve dropped even more weight that you desperately needed to keep, and you still have dark circles underneath your eyes.”

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