Alisa was walking with Nick through out the "renovated" Club. It was huge, and could possibly fit more than the six people who were calling this place home. She continued to shake every so often. Nick had given her a stipulation to try and gain five pounds, and she wasn't sure she could do that. She was so used to how she ate... it was the only way she knew to eat.
"You never eat everything on your plate. You always have to save some food, in case there is none the next day." The golden rule the kids in Fagan's group lived by. Just thinking of Fagan made her blood run cold, and her anger rise.
For years... she pretended that he never did what she always suspected. But she knew it was the truth. He had molded her into the weak, mousey woman she was today... and she did not know nay other way out of it. But if she wanted to keep her new job with Nick, she would have to break out of that horrible mold.
As they walked towards the kitchen, Alisa could smell sweet potatoes, and lemons... as well as a roasted chicken. It made her salivate a little. She was rather hungry.
"It... smells wonderful... in here..."
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