•Chapter 2•

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A week later
Luke

"Mornin." Calum smiles. Im leaned over a half piece of toast with vegimite. "I cant." I cry pushing the plate away. "One bite?" Calum asks. I nodd. I put the bread in my mouth. The second the food hits my mouth i just want to throw up. "Ssh Luke, its okay." Calum says as i spit out the toast. "I'm Sorry Cal." I whisper. "It's okay Lukey." He repeats. "Can you try a yogurt?" He asks. I shake my head. "For me?" He asks. I bite on my lip ring. "Please?" He adds. I nodd.



Why are you believing them Luke? Your fat! Your disgusting!

I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Thunder Thighs. Bulging Stomach. Huge Arms. Plain Disgusting. "Luke come for lunch?" Calum calls. "No." I reply. "For me? Please?" He trys. "I said no!" I say. "But Luke..." He trys. "Im not eating!" I say. "Luke?" A new voice says. Its Ashton. "I'm fine Ash." I say. "No your not Luke." He says. "Yes i am!" I say. "Then why arent you eating?" He questions. "I am eating!" I lie. "No Luke, your not." He says. "Yes i am!" I say. "If your fine and your eating, then eat this." He says holding out a sandwich. "I'm not hungry." I say. "Your always not hungry." He replys. I take the sandwich. Only a couple bites in i rush to the washroom. "Luke when was the last time you ate a proper meal?" He asks. "I dont know 3 weeks ago?"

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