Carla couldn’t help but shift uncomfortably when Kimberly said she wasn’t sure that she had tights. Carla had looked down and away to hide the sadness in her eyes. It was too much skin to be showing, even in the heat that they lived in. People looked, and when people looked they wanted to touch. No matter how boyish her looks where that didn’t stop everyone from looking. However, before her over emotional state could kick in, Kimberly said her name in a tone that made Carla jump a little her eyes looking up wide and bright. The surprised didn’t fade from her face, as she realized Kimberly could see how ill she was feeling. It had been slowly building up since she got into the shower. Her hands curled into small fists of worry as she bite her lip a little her eyes flickering away from Kimberly’s again. “No-no. Not really. I think I just need to eat something.” She said blushing a little knowing that Kimberly had offered food that would have made her feel better but she hardly ate any of it. Still that sick feeling that rolled around inside her made her want to eat even less.
“Sorry.” She mumbled softly as she followed behind Kimberly, only pausing a second as Kimberly opened her bedroom door and slipped in and closed the door behind her. Carla once again couldn’t help but wonder what she was hiding in there. Blinking a little she glanced away from the door feeling funny and glanced at her one hand which seemed to shake ever so slightly. Carla quickly moved her still hand and grabbed her shaking hand as if to stop it. She then took the stairs carefully scared that her feet would give out from her lack of food. When had she last eaten? She didn’t even know what day it was. . . shit what if she missed work?! Then again that was the least of her issues right now. Maybe if she talked to Luke, he’d understand. Maybe she could say she was hospitalize? No, she’d have called. What if no one knew? Then he’d ask for a doctor’s note. Either way she had to think of something good because there was no way she could tell him she was kidnapped, stole as a human slave and bought by one of the local mob daughters.
By that time she walked into the kitchen and opened the microwave. She poked the French toast to double check the warmth before closing it and pressing in forty seconds with a beep for each button. As the overly loud machine came to life Carla leaned back on the island her arms crossed over her chest. As first she watched the green numbers count down, but she found that too nerve wracking. So she glanced at her feet, but she could see her legs. She started to look around the kitchen but the loud beeping of the microwave went off letting her know the food was ready. Pushing off the counter without using her hands she opened the microwave with a pop before touching her fingers onto the French toast. The smell came to her nose making her mouth water a little her tummy growl in hunger despite the protests of her gut. She grabbed the food and peeked outside the kitchen down the hallway before peeking towards the back sliding glass door.
For just a second she thought about running to it and running free, but she knew she couldn’t get it open. Sighing softly to herself she realized her hand was shaking again and moved to sit down. She stated to eat without hesitation of poison. If Kimberly wanted her dead, she would have done so by now. Carla was about half way through her food when she could hear footsteps moving down the hallway. Her body was tense a little, as she hadn’t heard anyone on the stairs. The only other person in the house that she knew of was the man, Ethan she recalled. He came into the kitchen and Carla looked down at her food, bits of her damp hair falling into her face a little her, on hand rested on the counter top shaking just slightly. He must have glanced over at her, before he angrily spoke to her making her pull her shaking hand under the table.
However, his anger only made her fear really show as her body stated to shake a little, her eyes watering. She gripped the fabric of the dress as she tried not to let the tears spill over. Even when Kimberly came into the room she didn’t look up as the tears dripped from her chin onto the plate. She never used to be this afraid, but people were evil and hurtful. She could always see the worst in them, the harm that they could inflict on her again. She never wanted that to happen again. Even after Kimberly said sorry about not having tights Carla didn’t look up not wanting to be screamed at again for doing nothing. She didn’t know why her body was shaking.
She took in a slow breath and cut off another piece of the French toast before bring it up her other hand shaking, she was sure it was because she was trying not to cry loudly or freak out, but just a slight shake would turn into a worst one by the end of the day. Even as she ate she didn’t feel any better. If anything she felt sicker. She took a bite and chew feeling the saliva in her mouth making it hard to choke down the food.