"So you've finally come crawling back to me, have you?" Ana asked, eying me skeptically. "Fatter and more useless than ever."
She was right, i had to admit. Surely i was at my high weight. I wished i had a scale to know for sure.
"I really have nothing to say to you," she said. "After almost a full week of binging, i don't really see why i should stay with you. I'd hand you over to Mia, but she can't do anything with you either. C seems to be able to make you do what she wants though, so maybe i should just stick you with her, hmm?"
"Ana, please," i said. "I've failed you horribly, but i want to make a comeback. I want to be thin again. I want to see my ribs again. I want to do what you say again."
She snorted. "Sure you do."
"I do! I swear it!"
"You're going to have to prove it," she said. "You're going to have to listen to me exactly. No cheats. No binges. Nothing bad like that."
I nodded vigorously. "I will." Then i paused. "Do you think you can make me skinny in two weeks? I don't want Matt to see me like this... and i have two weeks to go until i see him again."
She didn't pause to think about it. "Silly girl, don't you remember that one week when you listened to me exactly and i made you see ribs in one week? Just think what we could make happen in two!"
I smiled. "Where to first?" i asked.
"The treadmill, of course."