Chapter two
hundred and seventeen:
Becky had barely
slept at all. She had tossed and turned for nearly two hours before slipping
out of her bed, crossing the hall and slipping into Zac’s bed. Even then she
barely slept.
While Jen was
getting ready in their room, and Zac was in the shower, Becky had gone down to
the kitchen and made herself some toast. But after one bite, she didn’t think
she could eat the rest.
Becky couldn’t
help but worry about Jenna. She wanted to tell Luke immediately, because she
knew that if anyone could help her it was him. But telling Luke would be an
immediate betrayal of Jen’s trust.
Becky sighed
heavily.
The French doors
to the kitchen opened and Luke stepped in. “Good morning.” He said cheerily.
“Good morning,”
Becky forced a smile. “You’re up early.”
“I had a class
this morning.” He admitted with a smile. “Is Jen awake yet?”
“She’s getting
ready…. But…” She sighed. “I need to tell you something. Can you sit down?”
“Uhh… sure.” Luke lifted himself onto the stool next to hers at the kitchen
island. “Is it that serious?”
Becky nodded,
not quite sure where to start. “Luke…” She paused. “Jen made me promise not to
tell you, but I’m really really worried about her. I
mean, I’m afraid that you’re the only one who can help her.”
Luke knitted his
brow in confusion. “Becky, what is it?”
She drew in a
deep breath. And without knowing what else to say, she simply blurted it out.
“Jenna’s been making herself throw up, to loose weight. I don’t know how long
she’s been doing it, but she’s skin and bones and-“
Luke dropped his
forehead into his palm, not quite believing what he had heard. “I… I noticed
the weight loss too…. I thought it was to do with the wedding.”
“It’s not. It’s
way beyond that.”
Luke nodded
finally. “Okay, I’ll talk to her.”
Becky touched
his arm. “Wait, you can’t tell her I told you. She made me promise! She’ll
never trust me again!”
“Okay.” Luke
nodded. “I’ll find a way. But thank you… for telling me, you now? It really
means a lot, and I appreciate it.”
Becky nodded. “I
didn’t know what else to do.”
“I’ll get her
help, okay?”
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He was actually
beginning to regret the decision to move everyone back into the main house. At
least with Zac in the pool house,
Finally the
bathroom door opened and Zac surfaced from a steam-filled bathroom.
He had put on
fresh clothes, but his hair was still soaking wet and dripping onto his
t-shirt.
“Jesus Christ,
Zac! Take long enough in there?”
“No, but if
you’re okay with it, I could get back in there and use up the rest of the hot
water…”
“Don’t make me
kick your ass.”
“I’d like to see
you try.”
Luke appeared at
the top of the stairs. “Hey guys!” He met Zac with a high-five. “What’s going
on?”
“Oh, princess Taylor is whining about me delaying his beauty
regime.”
“Have you seen
Jen yet this morning?” Luke asked Zac on the other side of the door.
“Not yet, why?”
“No reason, I’ve
just got some things I want to talk to her about.”
“Ahhh.” Zac replied slyly.
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