chapter 1 part 3/3

Belinda had felt like the dress was a bit tighter when she put it on at the hotel where the party was. Margaret assured her that it looked amazing, she even convinced her to skip the mirror under the guise of it being a super fun makeover revel at the party. Belinda asked who would be there, and Margaret told her it was her friends, but they would love her and become her friends in no time.

So when Belinda walked into the rooftop club, and took of her coat off she was not prepared.

The spotlight flashed on, blinding her before the jeering started. Suddenly a hoedown farm song started playing and the screens all over the club started playing videos of huge obsessed women eating and breaking chairs. The sounds of farts and oinks were blaring nd the people there was gasping with laughter. Some where legitimate jerks, and some where paid actors, paid to create "atmosphere". Belinda was shocked and then the blacklight came on and she looked down. Her dress was covered with the words "monster" and "fat" and "ugly" and other terms. She looked up tears starting to trail down her face and she saw the screens were capturing the fact that a pig nose had been drawn on her face in blacklight face paint, and the words "monster" and "udders" across her ample bosom.

She turned in horror as the cameras started snapping. Margaret stood, all 5'2 of her plus 4 inches of gold heels in a patch of regular light. She was all gold and tan and shimmering. Skinny and toned, her small B boobs perky and perfect in her little dress. She walked over and pulled on part of Belindas dress causing it to tighten just enough to cause rips to form, as if Belinda was bulging out of her dress due to her weight.

"Oh poor Belly-ina. Just an ugly stupid cow monster. Can't even keep a dress on. You fat ugly slob." Margaret hissed

"Why.. why would you do this" Belinda stammered tears streaming down her face. "Why? I never... I only..."

"You only what? Lied? Acted as nothing but a dead weight to this family? You worthless pig. You huge fat piggy monster! You should have been on that plane with your father. The world is better without you in it. Why don't you just go crawl into a pile of food and eat yourself to death. Just eat yourself into the blob you are and get stuck in a f*** bed and buried in a piano" Margaret spit in her face. "Mother will figure out a way to make sure you pay for this whole mess. You stupid fat PIG"

Belinda let out a sob, turned and ran.

"Run little piggy run. You sick bitch" Margaret called after her. Behind her, a tall handsome man, Brent, Margarets current boy-toy walked over.

"God, that was your horrible step sister Belinda? the one who just sits at home and eats? Geeze. I mean, she isn't as bad as you said, but damn." he paused, for a split second the idea that maybe this was too mean crossed his mind. But it fled as Margaret turned to smile at him and his dick began to do the thinking for him.

"She IS that bad. And she is a blight on the family. And the sooner she realizes this the better." Margaret sneered, her pretty features marred by her cruel words for just a second. "Now go get me a drink and let's not talk about Belly-linda except to talk about how brilliant my surprise went." She tossed her hair as her boyfriend ran to do her bidding.

With any luck, Belinda, that crazy step sister of hers would take her advice and her graduating college wouldn't change a damn thing. Her mother had come up with this plan, and for some reason it made sense to Margaret. After all, it was Belindas own fault she was big. She ate and sat around and not much else. It was her fault that they might be in trouble, her fault for existing and ruining everything. She was just a big fat lazy pig stuffing her face and making it harder for Margaret to get everything she wanted because Belinda was greedy, lazy and horrible.

True, Margaret didn't know that Belinda actually ate pretty healthy. That she made time to swim every day. That she sat around so much to finish both loads of work. And Margaret didn't care. But she would.

She would because a limo was driving up to the diner where Belinda was sitting. A limo with Jennifer inside.

Jennifer swept over to her niece. The blacklight paint had taken on a yellow tint so the words and drawings, though smudged, were still visible. Jennifers face hardened. Her eyes glinted. She already knew what happened. Margaret had someone upload it all to the internet. At this very moment, Lavinia had had someone send Jennifer papers saying Belinda was mentally ill and needed care- that she had come up with this party as some sick way to get attention. It was a weak ploy, but it was enough to keep Belinda from taking full control for a while. Long enough for her to reevaluate and plan a new way to take over the fortune.

Jennifer wouldn't giver her a chance. Her own lawyers and team were working on their own plan. And when she saw her niece, red eyed, stuffing her face like she couldn't taste anything but felt like she had to, well, Jennifers plans began to change.

The tall woman was vindictive but fair. She had planned some nasty things for her sister in law and that horrible step daughter of hers, but now... now things had changed. There had been some human decency, some shred of mercy, especially for Margaret whom Belinda (for some warped reason) doted on. But all thoughts of that evaporated as quickly as Margarets pretend kindness.

"Belinda, Belinda hunny"

Belinda looked up her cheeks puffed with food, tears on her face.

"Here" Jennifer handed a napkin to her niece and sat down. Her people were busy escorting anyone else out of the diner. The entire place was shutting down and as they walked through the doors their phones and any internet storage that might show what had happened at the diner was being erased. "Sweetie, we need to talk. We need to talk and discuss what to do"

Belinda took the napkin and wiped her mouth, but kept stuffing the fries in "what can I do? i tried, I tried so hard and they just... I'll never be good enough. Maybe I should just do what she said and-"

Jennifer held up her hand "Belinda, what do you want."

"Want?"

" From life"

Belinda paused "All I ever wanted was to take care of someone."

Jennifer lifted an eyebrow her quick mind calculating "done. what else"

Belinda looked bewildered "What?"

Jennifer nodded "it may take some time, but if you are willing to come with me now, I have some things to show you. I think I know how to help you. And take use of your talents"

"But I can't just.."

"yes" Jennifer cut her off "Yes you can, especially after this. I wish I had gotten you out years ago, but I'm glad we had a real connection 6 months ago. I am so glad. And now we can formulate a plan"

Belinda started to protest but she felt the stiffness of the words painted on her face, the words she had been told were strategically placed contours to make her look her best. For the first time she felt anger. The anger that had always been there. Anger that had been misplaced and used for other things. And she met her aunts eyes and saw for the first time someone who believed in her, who would fight for her. And she put the fry down.

**more to come. comment if you like or want more, or if you have suggestions or ideas etc.