Paige's POV
I sit on the couch with my head in my hands.
I text the number I now have memorized by heart. 'Is 65 good?' I type, my fingers cramping up as I speak.
I haven't eaten since Josh found out that I'm bulimic.
I guess who could say I was, at least.
My phone lights up.
Text from 'Brandon😘💋💕💏'
I open the text. 'No.'
He said no.
I'm still too fat.
Just then Josh bursts through the door, panting hard like a dog and sweating insanely.
My own problems suddenly leave my head,
"Josh, what's wrong?"
He takes a big swig of water,
"Dad is what's wrong Paige. He's goi- going to work me to- death." He explains.
"Sorry dude." I tell him, and wink,
"I got you a present." I hold up a Snickers bar.
Josh laughs,
"You did not!" He yells excitedly, and shocked. Next thing I know I'm wrapped into a big, sweaty bear hug. I giggle.
"You're welcome."
Josh nods and shoves the entire thing into his mouth and it's gone just like that.
"You don't know how good this tastes," He mumbles,
"Compared to all that 'healthy and organic' crap Dad's been forcing down my throat."
We both laugh.
Josh grabs a change of clothes and heads out the backdoor. "If Dad asks where I am, I'm sick and in the bathroom." He pleads.
"Okay. Going to see Chlo?" I ask.
He nods and I gag.
I still can't stand even thinking of her.
