Seventeen

Belle's POV

As soon as I walked in after my mother, Ben came in and shut the door, causing the attention of that blood sucking family to turn to us.

“Great to have you back," Dave said with a sarcastic grin.

"I have some more instructions I would like to be implemented on her," Dave's mother began, her voice grating on my already frayed nerves.

I fought hard to conceal the anger that was bubbling inside me, threatening to explode. Could she not just shut the fuck up? Have I not done enough for them? I had borne the pain and hurt quietly, enduring her constant meddling, and now she had more instructions for me?

But she went ahead, fanning the flames of my anger. "Make sure she eats eggs; she can do this or that," she said, pointing at the scrambled eggs and cheese on the table. "But she doesn't have to be fat. She has to be fit for her wedding dress. I don't want a fat cow or an oversized bride standing beside my son."

Fat cow?! My vision blurred with rage, my heart pounding in my ears