Anna raised her eyebrows. “I’m sixteen next month. What’s your point?”
“What do you mean ‘what’s my point’? You’re sixteen next month, and Kale is nineteen next month,” I said with an arched eyebrow.
Could she not see that the age gap was weird? I knew it was only three years, but we were still little girls . . . I mean, weren’t we? We were only fifteen.
Ally Day – who was studying with us – giggled, and Anna smirked. “Exactly. I always wanted an older boyfriend.”
I blinked, unsure of how to feel.
“Kale isn’t right for you, Anna. He is pretty much a man.”
She sighed dreamingly. “I know. That’s why I want him so bad.”
Ally was still giggling, so I took it she was on board with Anna. I continued to stare at Anna with a shocked expression on my face.
“You’re so stupid,” I said, my tone a little shrill.
I resisted the urge to slap my hand over my mouth because I didn’t mean to say that out loud.
Anna snapped out of her Kale-transfixed daydream and trained her now-narrowed green eyes on me. “I am not stupid. Don’t be jealous of me just because you got friendzoned by the hottest lad we know.”
I felt my cheeks flush with heat when Ally laughed. I didn’t know why she was laughing at what Anna said; she was supposed to be my friend.
“I didn’t get friendzoned by Kale,” I said defensively. “We have just always been friends. It’s never been like that with us.”
I wished it was like that, but it just wasn’t.
“Duh,” Anna said, and gave me a dirty look. “Like he could ever go for someone who looks like you? Hello, ugly alert.”
I hate when she does this, a voice in my mind hissed. She calls me names and upsets me whenever she gets mad at me, and Ally just sits there!
Anna snorted. “And why do you think that is, Lane? You look eight instead of fifteen. You have no boobs, your teeth still have tracks on them, you wear glasses, you have acne and you’re fat. You’re lucky he even bothers to acknowledge you at all, you ugly cow!”
“Yeah,” Ally chimed in, folding her arms across her chest, “I can’t believe we even bothered to hang out with you; you’re such a loser.”
My stomach twisted, and my heart pounded against my chest.
“I have to go home now,” I whispered, and quickly gathered my textbooks and shoved them into my school bag.
Without a word or look in Anna or Ally’s direction, I turned and ran out of Anna’s bedroom. I ran down the stairs, flung open Anna’s front door and ran out of her garden, down the pathway and all the way home. I didn’t stop until I got into my house and up into my bathroom, where I retched and vomited up the entire contents of my stomach.
I only stopped throwing up when I was dry heaving and nothing else came up. I wiped my mouth with some tissue, which I then flushed down the toilet. I moved over to the sink and washed my hands. I cupped my hands together and gathered water, then splashed it on my face. I quickly brushed my teeth and gargled some mouthwash to get the foul taste of vomit out of my mouth.
When I was finished, I dried my hands and face off with a hand towel. I caught my reflection in the mirror and stared at myself. My stomach churned once more as I spotted each and every flaw. Anytime Anna and I had argued over the years, she repeated the same horrible things to me. I couldn’t help but see what she had always pointed out. My nerdy glasses, my metal braces, my acne, my slight double chin. I looked down at my flat chest, then to my chubby belly and back up to my face.
Anna and Ally were right: I was an ugly cow.
Disgusted with myself, I exited the bathroom and ran for my bedroom, but instead of making a clean escape, I ran head first into my father’s chest as he emerged from his office.
“Hello, love,” he beamed. “You’re home from Anna’s house early. How was studying?”
I didn’t answer, so my dad looked away from the calculator in his hands and down to my face. When he saw my tear-stained cheeks and red-rimmed eyes, he dropped his calculator to the floor and kneeled before me, placing his hands on my shoulders.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, his tone laced with worry.
I looked down to his calculator and blew out a breath of relief once I saw the protective cover on it. My father would have been so mad later if the fall had broken it.
I looked to his perplexed gaze.
“Everything,” I answered, my voice broken.
He shook me a little. “Who upset you? Tell me.”
I opened my mouth at the same time as my mother shouted, “Dinner’s ready.”
My stomach churned at the thought of food.
“I don’t want dinner. I’m never eating anything ever again,” I blubbered, then ran around my father and into my bedroom, where I slammed the door shut and turned my lock.
I dove onto my bed and buried my face into my pillow as I sobbed. My chest hurt with the newfound knowledge of my appearance. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, and my heart ached with pain.
How could I not know I’m fat and ugly? I angrily thought. How could I not see it?
I had a mirror, a full-length one, but I never saw what Anna and Ally saw, even though Anna had repeatedly pointed it out over the last few years. When we made up, she would tell me she just said the mean things to hurt me, not because she thought they were true, and I stupidly believed her. I thought I looked like a normal teenage girl. I never thought I fell into the fat or ugly category. My father always told me I was beautiful. Kale did too.
They lied. Kale lied.
“Lane! Open this door right now!” my father ordered, and banged on my door with his fist.
I could hear my mother shout as she ran up the stairs, then my brothers’ voices as they ran in from the back garden upon hearing the shouting.
“No. You lied to me!” I screamed.
My father was silent for a moment before asking, “What did I lie to you about?”
Like he didn’t know!
“You told me I was beautiful,” I bellowed. “You told me I was perfect. You lied to me, Dad. I’m fat and I’m ugly, and everybody knows it! Everybody!”
I was sobbing so hard I almost made myself sick again.
“Lane!” Lochlan’s voice shouted. “Open the door, or I’m breaking it open!”
“Lochlan, stop it!” my mother snapped, her voice distraught.
“No, we don’t know what she’s doing in there,” he argued. “What if she’s hurting herself?”
At that my mother screamed for me to open the door, but I refused to do as she ordered. I didn’t even respond to her. I was too busy replaying what Anna and Ally had said to me in my head.
Hello, ugly alert.
“Lane?” Layton’s voice suddenly bellowed.
I closed my eyes and hugged my pillow to my body.
They’d all lied to me, every single one of them.
I screamed when a sudden bang erupted, followed by a crunching sound. I shot upright on my bed and stared wide-eyed at my door – which was now wide open.
“You – you kicked my door in!” I stuttered to my father, who stalked into my room and straight over to my bed to me.
I scurried back away from him until my back was against my wall.
“Don’t touch me!” I cried, wrapping my arms around myself.
My brothers flanked my father while my mother crawled onto my bed to get closer to me. She stared at me.
“What happened?” she asked, her voice shaking.
I looked at her for a moment before I cracked.
Breaking down, I threw myself into her opened arms and sobbed into her chest. She wrapped her arms around me and cried with me, even though she had no idea what was wrong. She just saw her baby hurting, and it hurt her.
“Anna . . . and Al-Ally,” I sobbed. “We were in Anna’s house, th-they called me fat and ugly, and they’re ri-right. I am disgusting.”
My mother whimpered. “You are not. You’re beau—”
“Don’t,” I wailed. “Don’t lie to me. I ha-have braces, I have gl-glasses, I have acne, and I’m fat. I’m ev-everything they said I was. I’m an ugly cow. I want to die!”
“Lochlan!” my father’s voice shouted as my brother ran out of my room. “Where are you going?”
“To get those little bitches here to fix this!” Lochlan replied, his voice a bellow.
“Oh, shit. He’s going to the O’Leary house,” Layton hissed, then ran out of my bedroom after our brother.
“Goddammit. Take care of her – I’ll be back soon.” My father ran out of the room after my brothers.
When they were gone, I fully turned into my mother’s embrace and buried myself against her. I held onto her as my body trembled. I felt so bad about myself, and I didn’t know how to deal with it. I had never given my appearance much thought, but Anna was right: if I ever wanted a boyfriend, I would have to “look the part”. The only problem was, I had no idea what that meant.
“Why did Anna and Ally say those mean and untrue things to you?” my mother asked as she continued to rock us from side to side.
I sniffled. “Anna, she told me Kale was cu-cute, and she wanted him to be her b-b-boyfriend. I told her it wasn’t a good i-idea because he was older. I told her he was almost a man, and we w-were still girls. She didn’t care though, so I-I called her stupid,” I said, quickly adding, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to call her that. It just sl-slipped out.”
“It’s okay, she is stupid for saying those things to you,” my mother assured me. “It’s all going to be okay.”
She continued to hold me, and before I knew it, I’d closed my eyes and slipped into an unsettled slumber. I awoke sometime later with my blanket pulled up over my body and my glasses removed. I reached out to my bedside table, picked up my glasses and slid them on. I was tired and wondered why I’d woken up, but when I heard voices downstairs, I realised I must have heard his voice in my sleep, and my body reacted by waking up.