100 word challenge this week is …it wasn’t my fault…
It was quiet in the house, too quiet; something was wrong.
"Mum, are you there?"
I knew there was trouble. I wanted to leave but that wasn't going to help; and there was a chance it wouldn't be too bad.
But it was, she'd found them. All the sweet papers I hid after binges.
"What do you think this is?"
"It....it...it... It's not my fault....." was all I could say. I couldn't explain the need to eat, the joy of control or how great it felt.
Perhaps I should have said "help"; but they didn't understand, what was the point?