Simon's Daughter
Chapter 32
Julia’s POV:
I need to get out of here quickly. I can’t take it anymore. I’ve only been here one night and I want to leave. They’re treating me as if I’m a little kid. I’m practically an adult. I don’t turn eighteen until a couple more weeks. It sucks knowing I’ll have to be here for my birthday. I always imagined having the biggest party ever. But that would definitely not be happening. Today we had some stupid activity where we split up into groups and explain our ‘situations’ and why we’re here. I honestly didn’t want to, because I believed I didn’t have a problem. A staff member picked six people and sat us in a circle.
“Okay, girls. We’re going to go around in a circle and tell everybody our names.” The overly-peppy staff member told us. I felt like I was in kindergarten. She pointed towards the young girl who looked a little younger than I was. “Why don’t you start for us?” She smiled, and the girl sighed.
“My name is Susy.” She said without any expression whatsoever. She was really pretty though. But I could tell she looked broken. And lost. And confused. Her long dark hair was down her back in a messy braid. She didn’t seem too happy to be here, and neither did I.
“I’m Chloe.” The next girl said. Her green eyes sparkled, and she looked the most healthiest out of all of us probably.
“Hi, I’m Samantha.” Said the next girl. Her red hair was up in a messy bun, and I could tell she was pretty shy.
“Marianne.” This girl seemed in a rush, but it didn’t look like she was bound to go anywhere, trapped in this shitty place.
“I’m Julia…” I said when it got to me. I looked over at the girl next to me and she seemed to be the only one smiling besides the staff member.
“And I’m Casey!” She smiled. Casey also happened to be my new roommate while I was here. We hadn’t really had a full conversation yet, but honestly, I don’t think I wanted to. She just seemed way too happy to be here.
“So, now we’ll all talk about why we’re here. Julia, would you like to start for us?” The staff member said. I sighed and began.
“Well I’m a model, and apparently I wasn’t eating and I was sent here. I honestly don’t think I have a problem. All models have to be on a diet. It’s their job. It’s my job. I don’t think that what I did at all should have landed me here. I don’t belong here. I should be back in my dorm room, doing something. Anything but this.” I muttered the last part. The expression on everyone’s faces remained expressionless. I guess they didn’t want to be here either. Of course except for one person. Casey. She was still smiling and she was looking at me intently as if she was trying to read me like an open book. I quickly turned away, but still felt her eyes burning holes in the back of my head. I could tell the counselor (staff member) didn’t know what to respond after what I said, so she moved onto the next patient.
**
After the little ‘circle’ get together thing, it was time to eat. There weren’t a lot of people in this facility mainly because it was a very rich place. Since I was the Simon Cowell’s daughter, I was able to get in. We all dined at a long table, and he chefs brought out plates of food, and sat them in front of us. I sighed as I picked up my fork, and pushed the food around on my plate. Lucky for me, there wasn’t a lot of food on the plate. I ate some of the food, but little bits of it. Casey was sitting next to me, doing the same thing. She made conversation with others around the table, but I kept quiet.
**
When it was almost time for ‘lights out’, Casey sat on the edge of my bed.
“Can I talk to you?” She asked me. I shrugged my shoulders, but nodded.
“Yeah, sure…” She didn’t seem as peppy as before.
“Well I wanted to make sure I could trust you before I say what I am about too. I agree with you.” She said smiling. I tilted my head in confusion.
“You agree with what?” I asked her, knitting my eyebrows together.
“You don’t belong here. Neither do I. I’m also a model, so I know what you’re going through.” My eyes widened and a smile started forming on my lips.
“Really!? Finally! Someone I can trust.” I said, but she motioned for me to keep quiet so nobody would find out.
“Yes, really. I’ve been in and out of this place many times. I know what you’re going through. We models have it very tough out there. I mean, we have to be a certain weight, look a certain way, and you know…all that stuff. If you really want to get out of here, I know the perfect ways to help you.” She smiled deviously at me, and I liked it.
“I think we’re going to become very good friends.” I said, smiling at her. We laughed softly and gave each other a hug.
“Lights out!” One of the staff members said. She sighed and got off of my bed and made her way towards hers.
“Goodnight.” She said, smiling.
“Goodnight.” I said back, turning off my lamp as she turned hers off. So far, it looked like Casey was telling the truth. If I wanted to get out of here, I would have to get her help. And fast.
I need to get out of here quickly. I can’t take it anymore. I’ve only been here one night and I want to leave. They’re treating me as if I’m a little kid. I’m practically an adult. I don’t turn eighteen until a couple more weeks. It sucks knowing I’ll have to be here for my birthday. I always imagined having the biggest party ever. But that would definitely not be happening. Today we had some stupid activity where we split up into groups and explain our ‘situations’ and why we’re here. I honestly didn’t want to, because I believed I didn’t have a problem. A staff member picked six people and sat us in a circle.
“Okay, girls. We’re going to go around in a circle and tell everybody our names.” The overly-peppy staff member told us. I felt like I was in kindergarten. She pointed towards the young girl who looked a little younger than I was. “Why don’t you start for us?” She smiled, and the girl sighed.
“My name is Susy.” She said without any expression whatsoever. She was really pretty though. But I could tell she looked broken. And lost. And confused. Her long dark hair was down her back in a messy braid. She didn’t seem too happy to be here, and neither did I.
“I’m Chloe.” The next girl said. Her green eyes sparkled, and she looked the most healthiest out of all of us probably.
“Hi, I’m Samantha.” Said the next girl. Her red hair was up in a messy bun, and I could tell she was pretty shy.
“Marianne.” This girl seemed in a rush, but it didn’t look like she was bound to go anywhere, trapped in this shitty place.
“I’m Julia…” I said when it got to me. I looked over at the girl next to me and she seemed to be the only one smiling besides the staff member.
“And I’m Casey!” She smiled. Casey also happened to be my new roommate while I was here. We hadn’t really had a full conversation yet, but honestly, I don’t think I wanted to. She just seemed way too happy to be here.
“So, now we’ll all talk about why we’re here. Julia, would you like to start for us?” The staff member said. I sighed and began.
“Well I’m a model, and apparently I wasn’t eating and I was sent here. I honestly don’t think I have a problem. All models have to be on a diet. It’s their job. It’s my job. I don’t think that what I did at all should have landed me here. I don’t belong here. I should be back in my dorm room, doing something. Anything but this.” I muttered the last part. The expression on everyone’s faces remained expressionless. I guess they didn’t want to be here either. Of course except for one person. Casey. She was still smiling and she was looking at me intently as if she was trying to read me like an open book. I quickly turned away, but still felt her eyes burning holes in the back of my head. I could tell the counselor (staff member) didn’t know what to respond after what I said, so she moved onto the next patient.
**
After the little ‘circle’ get together thing, it was time to eat. There weren’t a lot of people in this facility mainly because it was a very rich place. Since I was the Simon Cowell’s daughter, I was able to get in. We all dined at a long table, and he chefs brought out plates of food, and sat them in front of us. I sighed as I picked up my fork, and pushed the food around on my plate. Lucky for me, there wasn’t a lot of food on the plate. I ate some of the food, but little bits of it. Casey was sitting next to me, doing the same thing. She made conversation with others around the table, but I kept quiet.
**
When it was almost time for ‘lights out’, Casey sat on the edge of my bed.
“Can I talk to you?” She asked me. I shrugged my shoulders, but nodded.
“Yeah, sure…” She didn’t seem as peppy as before.
“Well I wanted to make sure I could trust you before I say what I am about too. I agree with you.” She said smiling. I tilted my head in confusion.
“You agree with what?” I asked her, knitting my eyebrows together.
“You don’t belong here. Neither do I. I’m also a model, so I know what you’re going through.” My eyes widened and a smile started forming on my lips.
“Really!? Finally! Someone I can trust.” I said, but she motioned for me to keep quiet so nobody would find out.
“Yes, really. I’ve been in and out of this place many times. I know what you’re going through. We models have it very tough out there. I mean, we have to be a certain weight, look a certain way, and you know…all that stuff. If you really want to get out of here, I know the perfect ways to help you.” She smiled deviously at me, and I liked it.
“I think we’re going to become very good friends.” I said, smiling at her. We laughed softly and gave each other a hug.
“Lights out!” One of the staff members said. She sighed and got off of my bed and made her way towards hers.
“Goodnight.” She said, smiling.
“Goodnight.” I said back, turning off my lamp as she turned hers off. So far, it looked like Casey was telling the truth. If I wanted to get out of here, I would have to get her help. And fast.
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5/16/14