Young Annabelle Series: Young Annabelle, the Truth About James, What My Heart Wants (5 page)

I rode home elated. I couldn’t believe he’d asked for my number!

It wasn’t until I was pulling onto the property that I realized I’d forgotten about doing something to occupy my two hours. I was early, too early. This wasn’t good.

After putting my bike away, I quickly scanned my calorie watch to see how many calories I’d burned until now. I was at a total of 350 calories. Even though I’d lost work hours, it didn’t hurt my count because climbing the hill saved me by giving me the extra fifty I needed to pass. Normally I wouldn’t have gone up the hill in one go. I would have stopped at least ten times to catch my breath and stretch my legs, and I would have climbed much slower.

My hand stalled on the doorknob to my house. Before I turned it, I inhaled deeply. My brain needed all the oxygen it could get.

Here goes nothing!

“I’m home!” I yelled as I opened the door, entering the cool interior.

“You’re home?” Mom yelled back, confused.

I heard her excited footsteps trample up the stairs from the basement. She burst out from the basement door and came straight for me.

“Why are you home early?” she demanded before I’d even gotten one shoe off.

“It was really quiet so Shelby cut my shift early,” I explained. I made my way to the family room, expecting her to follow me. I plopped down on the couch and looked up to find the room was empty, Mom had disappeared. From the front hallway I heard a zipper open, and then Mom came into the family room holding my lunch box. She lifted the lid and examined it thoroughly, ensuring there was no food left.

“You ate it all?” She asked.

“Yes.” I nodded, slowly.

She narrowed her eyes at me. “But you missed your second break, if she cut your shift, when did you eat the yogurt?”

The interrogation had begun.

Slowly, my teeth began to grind. My patience was wearing thin. “I ate it in the change room before I came home,” I lied.

I could see Mom take a moment to mentally envision my day in her head, coordinating everything, making sure what I was saying made sense.

“Oh, okay,” She finally said.

I sighed inwardly. I was relieved to have overcome that hurdle.

Mom sat down on the couch beside me. Then, all of a sudden, she leaned over and grabbed my watch.

“Let me see your calorie burn!” She demanded.

I tried to pull my wrist from her grasp. “Oh my God!” I yelled at her as she scanned the number.

“Only 350?!” Mom exclaimed.

I jumped off the couch and spun to face her, bewildered.

“What do you mean,
only
350?” I shrieked.

She leaned back on the couch and pulled a pillow onto her lap, like a barrier between us.

“You should have burned at least 400 calories by now,” She replied calmly. Her tone only served to infuriate me further.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I retorted. “We agreed I should burn at least 300 calories before dinner every day. I’m clearly over. I’ve gone above and beyond!”

“That was last month, this month it’s 400. Your goals change every month, didn’t you listen to the nutritionist? As you begin to lose weight, the lighter you become the more calories you have to burn to keep losing the weight.” She explained.

What the hell was all this mumbo jumbo? I did more than my fair share of exercise and now she wanted more!

She rose from the couch and stood imposingly in front of me. “And you’ve already lost five pounds; do you think the next five are going to be as easy?”

“It’ll come off,” I shrugged.

“Oh really? Well I do hope so, Annabelle! Because you would do well to remember that school is only a few short weeks away. It’s your senior year, for heaven’s sake!” Mom shouted.

I didn’t need any more reminders. I spent plenty of time thinking about gracing Royal Heights High School as a size ten yet again and it didn’t make me feel any better than when she did. I didn’t know why my mom insisted on making me feel as horrible as possible for being a size ten. It wasn’t like she had to walk around in my shoes. She didn’t have to wander the halls, void of boys ogling her, void of a boyfriend, void of affection and attention.

I was as boring as they came.

I was a wallflower!

“I’m going to my room,” I muttered, heading out of the family room.

“Wait,” She called after me, “before you go, I want those fifty calories!”

I stopped in the doorway and spun around, giving her a look that screamed
‘You’re crazy!’

She’s lost it. Absolutely lost it.

“You want me to
what
?” I asked, horrified. 

“I want you to run up and down the stairs ’til you get that fifty.” She ordered.

Was she being serious right now? Like right now?

HELL NO! 

I shook my head. “I’m not doing anything except going to my room. And you’d better not bother me!” I ran from the room, grabbing my backpack from the front and jetting up the stairs. I slammed my door shut just in time to stop Mom from hearing me wheeze as I caught my breath from the short run.

“ANNABELLE!” Mom yelled outside my closed door.

“Leave me alone!” I yelled.

I flopped on my bed and listened to her walk away. I waited until I was certain she was gone before I began to change my clothes.

Thank God we had some boundaries that she actually followed in this house!

At least she respected me enough not to enter the one place that was supposed to be mine.

I changed into a pair of blue shorts and a red shirt. The shorts cut off mid-thigh and the shirt went passed my hips, almost covering the shorts. I stared at my reflection in the mirror and scanned myself from head to toe. The shirt was a little tight but still had some room in it, the length elongated my torso making me look smaller than I actually was. The shorts were short, but they made my legs look longer and less chunky.

I sighed, this outfit made me happy. I looked slim, borderline athletic, but the tragedy was I would never wear it outside. I didn’t have the guts to wear shorts that short and a shirt that tight in public. This outfit would stay in this room.

It was just for me.

Even my family wouldn’t see it entirely. If I had to leave my room for any reason, I’d grab one of dad’s old university hoodies that fell almost to my knees. Dad was about 6’4 and although his sweaters usually fell to his waist, on anyone else in our family it looked more like a dress instead.

I glanced at the alarm clock beside my bed. It was only 3:00. Four hours until dinnertime, four hours that I had to entertain myself in this room because I just didn’t have it in me to leave and begin the interrogation again.

The fight in me was gone.

All gone.

I just wanted to be left alone.

For the next hour, I listened to my iPod shout songs about moving away, going away, escaping, life beginning, and love happening. I stared at my blank ceiling and imagined scenes play out as if it were my own personal movie theatre. 

Today’s movie was a new one, although it started like all the others. A skinny version of myself, wearing a beautiful dress. But then it changed. I was on a balcony and he was climbing up over the side. James stood in front of me, leaning in to kiss me for the second time.

“You’re beautiful,” He whispered into my ear, his hug engulfing me. “You’re perfect.”

My arms circled his shoulders and he lifted me up. He twirled me around like he’d never been so happy in his life.

I grinned like a fool as I imagined the scenario.

Yeah, that’s a nice one.

CHAPTER
4

Beep. Beep.

I turned the volume down on my iPod. I thought I heard something beep.

I took my earphones out and tossed the iPod across my bed as I stretched to grab my phone off my desk, without leaving the bed.

New message from:
Unknown

I scrolled down and checked the number. I didn’t recognize it.

My heart began to palpitate. Panic flowed inside me, exciting every nerve ending in my body to a point where my palms became sweaty and my knees felt weak. Normally I’d only get texts from Jenna, but her number was on my contacts list.

Could it be…? No…

I took a deep breath and opened the message.

Unknown:
Fireball, is it you?

Fireball!

Oh my God!

The tips of my fingers moved without notice. I’d gone to heaven and the euphoric state that met me there cast a spell on my brain, detaching it from my body – I was floating high in the sky.

Annabelle:
Tiger?

This was a beautiful moment.

Truly.

A breathtaking love song begins to play in my subconscious. In my mind, everything in my room changes color, turning shades of red. My things levitated. I floated up and danced around them.

That’s how I felt
right now.

Puppies and rainbows!

I grinned widely, a fool’s smile, as I pressed ‘Send’. Two seconds later when I heard my phone beep, my face felt as if it could break in half. Happiness blossomed, it escaped from the steel trap I had locked away deep in my heart, the heart I had to lock away because my family was always trying to break it for their own self-righteous purposes. The time of their selfish ways was officially over

Unknown:
Yeah, baby, it’s me.

‘Baby!’

I could die!

I went to my contacts and changed ‘unknown’ to ‘Tiger.’ It just seemed to fit and I had a feeling I was known as ‘Fireball’ in his contacts.

Annabelle:
Do you have me as Fireball in your contacts?

Tiger:
You’re sweet, you know that. Yes. You happy with that?

I’m sweet?

I didn’t know that!

My fingertips moved across the keypad quickly as I texted back.

Annabelle:
Of course! It kinda grew on me.

Pure elation.

The clouds parted and the sun came out shining.

All for me.

Tiger:
When u work next?

If I could have jumped up and down on my bed, I would have. I would have shouted at the top of my lungs, announcing to everyone who was unhappy and depressed that it was all going to be okay, that they just had to tough it out for a little longer. Happiness was always on its way, especially for those who deserved it.

And I definitely deserved it.

Annabelle:
Tomorrow. Same time, same place.

My phone beeped. Was it just me or were his texts coming back with lightning speed?

Tiger:
Cool. See u tomorrow.

No matter how excited I was – mixed with desperation – I couldn’t show how much I loved texting him, even though we’d barely discussed anything (like where he went after I came back from break?). I wasn’t about to scare him off with my enthusiasm. I had to finish the conversation with something short and simple.

Annabelle:
Cool.

I exited the messages.

Cool!
It was the word of the moment.

It was a diagnosis, a piece of medicine that threw me over the wall that had always screamed ‘life is unfair!’

Had I been stumbling all this time? Had I just been crashing, failing, never getting what this life thing was all about?

And there wasn’t even a kiss!

My head hit the pillow, my fingertips trailing across my lips. In my head I replaced them with his and the thought made my entire body convulse unnaturally. The feeling was brand new. I’d never gotten this far in speaking with a boy. The possibilities of what may come were foreign and my body, mind, and soul welcomed these aliens with open arms.

Geez! What if he had actually kissed me?

I would have crumbled to the ground, hoping he’d touch me again. My body could only take so much of his generously heated embraces. I would simply faint with the image of him giving me the greatest gift of all.

Calm down!

I giggled like a mad woman and shook my head in disbelief. A few short text messages and I was already acting like a love-crazy fool. What would happen if things actually progressed into a relationship?

Stalker psycho! 

Oh God no!

I burst out laughing and gazed up a
t the blank ceiling. Sometimes I wished my parents would have let me paint mine just like Jenna’s, but at this moment the empty ceiling served as a blank slate on which I would paint with my newly-spiked imagination.

*~*~*

Knock. Knock.

“It’s open,” I called out happily, my hands behind my head as I continued to stare at the ceiling. I was in the middle of
a wonderful story on my ceiling. It was just getting good.

Charles, my
thirteen-year-old brother, came barging in. “Dinner’s ready!” He turned right back around and left, leaving the door wide open.

Dinner’s ready! Am I even hungry?
I thought as I got off my bed and headed out. My stomach began to grumble loudly, apparently I
was
hungry. And like a crash of lightning blowing up the tree that gave me life, it all came back.

Mom!

She wasn’t happy with my calorie burn today and I didn’t burn those extra fifty she’d wanted when I came home. I would have to brace myself for a battle during dinner tonight.

As I descended the stairs, I smelled tomato sauce and garlic bread. They had made pasta, my favorite!

I paused mid-step.

They’re so evil!

The chances that I’d be getting almost none of one of my favorite meals were extremely high. Strangely, I was handling this realization differently than usual. I was happy, and I knew if this had happened yesterday I would have been devastated.

So I won’t get to eat a plate full of my favorite meal. So what!

Yeah, so what,
I thought as I continued down the stairs and into the dining room. I stopped in front of the table at my usual seat, stunned. Mine was the only plate with just salad on it.

Gee, thanks Mom, I know I can always count on you.

I smiled at her, although I knew it didn’t reach my eyes. Oblivious as she was, she smiled back genuinely. The woman believed with all her heart that she was doing her rightful duty as a mother, keeping the evil words of the teenage world from tearing up my soul because I was bigger than my average classmate.

Damn you Florida and your perfect weather making everyone want to have gorgeous beach bodies all year long!

I quietly sat in my chair and stabbed a piece of lettuce with my fork.

“Oh joy,” I muttered, tasting the balsamic vinegar dressing.

*~*~*

If I went to bed with a stomach full of salad, my parents would
have been happy. My brother and sister didn’t give a crap, they only joined in on raining on my parade when it was a family affair. They liked doing things ‘as a family’, it was kind of understandable, in a sadistic sort of way.

But salad wasn’t enough to satisfy my stomach entirely, nor did it stop the pains stabbing through me while I was trying to sleep.

Salad wasn’t enough.

So it was the usual routine. Wait for everyone to go to sleep, then take out my secret stash of candy bars and chips from beneath my bed frame.

The calories would cost me.

I
t was an extra 300 that my stomach needed to push away hunger pains until morning or else I’d have to endure another sleepless night. My parents would be none the wiser in the morning because I didn’t log those calories in my food diary or my mother’s food diary (she liked to keep her own diary for me). The only time they would become puzzled and frustrated would be on weigh-in day, and so far my weight loss had been slow.

A pound a week was slow. I was 175 pounds when we started this torture a month and half ago, now I was 167. I was setting a horrible example for Katherine. At
eleven, she was skinny and a dancer, but who knew what bad habits she might be learning from me. She could begin to gain weight in high school like I did, and it would be my fault for waiting until now to lose the weight, and for doing it at a snail’s pace.

I finished my snacks and tucked wrappers back into the bag
. I’d take care of them in the morning. I would need to restock tomorrow.

Thank God junk food was cheap.

I wiped any remnants of evil food from my face and layed down on my bed. The full moon peered in through the slit in my window shade, highlighting the clutter in my room while dancing on my ceiling.

I gazed up and imagined familiar angry faces shouting empty threats at me. I did this as a way to prepare for the scolding I would inevitably receive
. My worst moment would be crumbling into tears because I couldn’t take their bullshit anymore.

Jesus, Annabelle! How can you be so selfish?

Move faster!

Chin up! Chest straight! Ass tucked in!

Have some respect for yourself!

You’re fat, sweetheart. We’re just trying to be honest.

Then why are we all fit and you’re not? Don’t you want to be a part of this family?

I can’t believe this happened to you.

I bought you a pair of jeans, but they’re a size 8.

Do you want to be bullied for the rest of high school? How come you don’t go to parties?

I don’t tell people you’re my sister when you come to my recitals.

You want to eat freely? You do it in smaller jeans!

That was enough for one night. I turned on my side and fell to asleep.

*~*~*

My eyes fluttered open with sprinkles of fairy dust blowing out. My entire room was filled with bright sunshine that smelled of butter. Baby pink, blue, and violet cupcake butterflies flew playfully in the sunshine. They giggled softly as they bumped into one another, their icing making polka-dots on each other. I stared at them in glee as, one by one, they flitted around me, outlining my body. Then, simultaneously, their joyous humming filled the room and 3-dimensional music notes bounced off everything. One hit my forehead and I laughed as I swept it away.

“ANNABELLE!”

There was only one piece of artillery left in this world that could have broken that happy bubble: my mother’s screeching voice.

It was amazing, as I rode my bike to work I felt a new strangeness inside. The early morning sunshine hadn’t heated up yet so it lazily caressed my back.

It was nice, peaceful.

I stopped at the top of the hill, the wind leaving my hair as I paused. I’d been pedaling pretty fast and there might have been a good reason to get to work early today…

Nervous, I pulled my feet back onto the pedals and pushed forward. As soon as I picked up enough speed, my arms flew open. As I soared down the hill there was a big car driving down next to me, but I didn’t let it distract me, this moment deserved my undivided attention and respect.

“Fireball,” a familiar voice called from behind as I knelt to lock my bike.

My heart instantly began beating a mile a minute. “Hi,” I replied as I looked over my shoulder at him.

Standing a hundred feet tall with the sun framing his entire body, he practically sparkled. James smiled warmly and stepped towards me, offering his hand.

“Thanks.” I grabbed his hand and a jolt of electricity shot threw me as he helped me up.

He didn’t let go of my hand and pulled me closer to his body.

Oh. My. God!

“What do you think you’re doing?” I said quietly in his embrace.

He looked down and leaned in. “This.”

Suddenly, his lips were on mine. My first kiss ever was happening thirty minutes before my shift!

The kiss began lightly, gently. I had no intention of pulling back because it felt too darn good and he must have felt the same because his lips pressed further into mine. He released my hand and softly held on to my face instead. He tilted my head back a little and leaned in further. My mouth was forced open by his urgent tongue. His hand left my face and glided down my shoulder, his arm encircled my waist and pulled me tight against his chest.