The Caretaker

Chapter 1: The Drive

“Are you kidding me?”

“No. I’m dead serious, Lina. They’re tearing you apart. They know the images are deep fakes, they think you’re hiding behind a fake body and we can’t even fight it. You’ve got to get this under control, or you’re gonna get cancelled.”
The voice on the phone cut through the hum of the highway like a knife. Lina gripped the wheel tighter, her knuckles were tight and devoid of a single blemish.
To most in this world, she was to be the voice of acceptance.

‘BellaThicc.’
The 400-pound beacon of body positivity, the woman who taught millions to “love every curve.” Her story had been everywhere: the tragic illness that caused the weight gain, the boyfriend who left her for her sister, the heartbreak, the redemption.
Her podcasts had an almost divine following that: “Fat, thin, or otherwise, you are exactly what you’re meant to be. Change itself, isn’t real, whether your choice or not, it’s meant to be.”

But none of it was true.

Lina had never weighed more than 112 pounds. Never had an illness. Never been left by anyone.
She’d built BellaThicc out of someone else’s true story.

Hannah Porkis: A girl she didn’t know so well, bur rather only really remembered that she was a large girl weighing at least 434 pounds.

Lina taunted her mercilessly in college for her lumpy backside and hypnotising rack. Although, it started due to her sisters spending an extra amount of time around her, this alone made Lina burn with jealousy, because unlike them, she couldn’t spend a day pigging out in a buffet or trying on plus-sized underwear.

Lina grew up in a family of proportionally large sisters which changed her view on ‘Fat.’ In her family, large bellies paired together with colossal boobs was something the women in the family prided themselves on.
Whilst Lina wasn’t exactly jumping to become fat, she felt left out. And what hurt the most was that she started to lose her connection to her sisters and instead had to watch as Hannah waddle her over bloated behind between them.



Throughout her childhood and adult, she had to watch on as her sisters and mother dated guys who were a little too touchy feely with there fat. Being the youngest, at the end of college, she had to hear the moans and groans of who sisters’ beds as they brought home chubby chasers. Whilst having the odd binge was a good bit of fun, considering all the delicious gifts they left, after gaining 10 pounds in a few weeks, she became cautious around them. Turning her mistrust for her sudden weight gain into a deep-seeded disgust for chub. She’d treated fatness like a disease to be cured, something unclean.

After the bullying got out, Lina found herself alienated by her sisters. Known that they were hurt, she decided to run-away. At the time, the decision cost her the place she called hom and a warm bed in exchange for being with her hunk of a boyfriend that seemed to hate fat women as much as her. Until one day, Lina had a revelation. A persona that would pitty the young, larger fat girl.

After a few short months and edited photos, BellaThicc was born.

A persona. A brand. And devoted fans who’d fund her supposed eating habits and struggles with donations.

“Lina? Are you even listening?”

In that moment, Lina’s car steered to the side, in that moment, she’d remembered the day she’d left home, there was snow fall similar to now, yet she’d forgotten to chain the tires.

“No.”

“No? What do you mean, no?”

Lina’s laugh was bubbly, her pretty, slim ginger self was a sensation and, in her mind, ending everything now wouldn’t matter regardless of the people who held her as a body positivity advocate.

“We both knew this brand was going to collapse someday. It’s fiction. People want to believe a 400-pound woman is happy the way she is but she doesn’t exist! Honestly, who in their right mind would enjoy being a massive fat, wobbling lard...”

Her words died as the car jolted, her phone tumbled out of the holster as the car slid up the road and off a slope. Lina held onto the steering wheel with all her strength as the car jerked violently downward.

“Lina? What’s happening? Lina!”

The last thing she heard was her own voice, for brief moment, she felt like everything was fine.

‘Sorry my car lost contro..’

Before the windshield shattered and everything went dark.

Note:

I based this on that movie called 'Misery' It's a story originally by Stephen King. Always love watching it on Halloween. I'll be adding some more chapters after this soon 😄