Chapter 4

I Followed Arla down to the dining room, where almost everyone was already sitting. There were only three chairs empty, two on one side and one at the head of the rectangular-shaped table; Arla sat down beside a green-haired boy with piercing all over the place on his face. Ordinary people seeing him for the first time would stare, but I only glanced at him once as I sat beside Arla.

“I remember we told you that dinner is at eight, yet you still came late!" Aaron snapped at me, and I ignored him; seeing that dinner wasn't ready or we were waiting for the last person to come in, I brought out my phone and began playing some merged game.

Someone tried to snatch my phone from me, but my grip on it was tight as I refused to let it go; I glared up at the person only to be met with a pair of brown eyes belonging to the older man. He let go of my phone and continued to his seat. “It had skipped my mind to tell you that phones are not allowed on the table during dinner or whenever we are all eating together, so refrain from using them during dinner. Next time I will take it from you and won't return it for a week," he warned; without saying a thing in return, I sat upright and kept the phone.

He signaled the kitchen staff to begin serving the food; some placed the food on the table while others put plates in front of each of us. I waited until it reached me and followed as everyone began picking up what they wanted to eat.

I picked a small slice of grilled chicken breast and a spoonful of mashed potatoes and began to eat quietly; I noticed someone digging a hole in my head with their intense stare, and I looked up to see the oldie looking at me. Removing the spoon in my mouth as I swallow the food, I raise an eyebrow at him as if to ask, 'what?' He must have noticed my silent question as he put down his spoon gently and sighed.

"Your file said you have an eating disorder, and from the amount of food you took just now, I will have to agree it’s true?" he said, and I laughed; it wasn't a quiet laugh but a loud one.

"Let me guess, my Mum was the one who gave you the file?" I asked after calming down from my fit of laughter

“Does it matter who provided the file? They wanted you to get help, and that's why you are here," he said, looking at me like I have two heads.

"Let me ask you, let’s say Mrs. Williams is blind and doesn't seem right but tell me honestly do I look like someone with an eating disorder? You could tell from a glance she has an eating disorder or maybe had been considering the amount of food in front of her" I pointed to a red-haired girl sitting not too far away from Jerome. She flinched when she saw me looking at her and continued eating her food as I continued talking.

" Well, to make your life a little easier, the credibility of that file depends on who it came from; from my mother, about 90% of the information is incorrect, trust me she couldn't even remember what month I was born, and yet she gave birth to me, my dad wouldn't have time to put together a file that is not related to work, he sent his assistant to drop me off that is enough proof, if it from Ethan or Bruce I'll give them a 50% any information till I was thirteen they'll know. From Miss Caroline? It's a hundred percent, and trusts me; she'd never say I have an eating disorder, at least no one that requires me to eat this little," I explained carefully to him, not minding the number of eyes looking at me right now.

"Noted; you can always eat more if you are unsatisfied."

I continued eating my food when someone spoke up " Are you always this rude?" a small boy with a nose piercing and long black hair asked as he glared at me; before I could answer, someone, answered on my behalf.

"No, she isn’t; she’s just going through a phase, right, Sammy?" Michael emphasized the name, and I brought the glass of water to my lips, downed it in one go, and aimed the mirror at his head. Let me tell you; I don't miss it.

The atmosphere in the room changed as Michael let out a string of beautiful words clutching his now bleeding head. Everyone was silent as his brother helped him up to get cleaned; I felt pairs of eyes on me as I continued to eat the tasty mashed potatoes, unbothered by what had just happened now.

"Fuck, that was intense."

“I would never, not in this lifetime, call her Sammy dam nit who knew she is quickly tempered.

Murmurs and whispers flew around the room, but I continued eating, and so did some people who looked unbothered as they ate; once done with my food, I stood up and was about to leave when the older man stopped me with a stern voice.

"Wait till everyone is done before you leave."

I looked around the table to see lots of them still had a long way to go, and I groaned out in displeasure but sat down anyway. I wasn't scared of him, but I didn't want to push his button either. If he can manage these many kids with mental and personality problems, he can work with me, also.

Jerome came back in with a bandaged Michael, he glared at me when he saw me looking at him, and I smirked as they sat down and continued to eat.

"I will let it pass this time as it is your first time, and you weren't warned previously, but violence is not condoned in the house. If you have a problem, you can talk it out and not throw things at one another. Be warned," the oldie warned with an angry face.

“I did warn everyone not to call me Sammy; his fault for being a smart mouth" I shrugged.

"You could still have talked it out instead of throwing things!" a girl said, annoyed, as she sent me daggers with her eyes.

"Seems everyone is done eating; I'll be on my way" I stood up, and for the second time that night, I got stopped, but this time by an annoying girl.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!" she yelled at me, and I looked at her flatly.

“What? You got angry because I left a mark on your boyfriend? Deal with it; I don't have time to babysit bitches" I replied, making her even angrier as her face became dark pink. She raised her hand and was about to slap me when she got stopped by Arla.

"Break it up now, Lizzy; it was Mickey's fault for calling her that after she had warned us not to," she pulled the angry Lizzy away from me.

She was pulled back to her seat by Arla, which had saved her cause if her hand had touched me, she'd have had to deal with cuts and bruises worse than her boyfriend's. I walked out of the room full of people, determined never to have dinner with them again. It was too stressful for my mental health.