"WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

'Oh fuck.' Ira mental cursed as he found he had teleported right in front of Bel. He could feel himself start to shake with fear.
"Fighting the Glitter Force." He replied, trying to hide his fear.
"No you weren't! Not for 3 hours you weren't! Now tell me what the hell you were doing!" Bel yelled.
'3 hours??? Oh my God, how long was I passed out???' Ira questioned.
"Answer me, you fucking brat!" Bel yelled louder than before.
Marmo walks in. From where, Ira wasn't sure. "That's enough, Bel!"
"I told you, I was fighting the Glitter Force!" Ira shouted back.

A loud slap echoed through the air. Ira felt the sting on his cheek where Bel's hand made contact.
"Bel! Stop!" Marmo yelled.
"Why should I?! The damn brat is trying to hide shit!" Bel yelled back.
The rest of their argument was a muffled blur to Ira. He had been beaten much worse before, yet that one slap brought his whole world crashing down. He wasn't good enough for anyone. Too skinny for Rachel, to gluttonous and disrespectful for Bel, he didn't even like anything about himself.

He didn't even like himself.

He felt tears running down his face before running to his bedroom. He heard Marmo yell after him, but it didn't register in his head. He slammed the door behind him, it felt like the whole world was closing in on him. He was starving, he was in pain, he was crying, nothing was good enough.
He felt a hand on his shoulder. He flinched in anticipation, but he wasn't hit. He could hear someone calling out for him. They said to follow their breathing.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
It was Marmo. After the world no longer felt ready to collapse, he heard comforting words.
"Ira, honey. I'm so sorry this happened to you. I know you're not okay, but I want you to be. How would you feel about some ice-cream? Or maybe something else if you want something lighter?"
Ira's stomach let out a loud groan, accompanied by a familiar aching pain.
"Ice cream sounds good right now."