His Mafia Princess - J.H

Chapter 109

Mirriella pov

"Jaden, that's not necessary." I said as I tried to move my hand out of his grip.

"Mirri, you punched the fucking tiles. It is necessary. Now hold your fucking hand still." He demanded as he pulled my hand back.

"Shit." I winced slightly as he wiped the cut with a towel covered in rubbing alcohol.

He continued wiping over my hand until the bleeding had slowed and nearly stopped. He took out a gauze and wrapped it around my hand and over my knuckles. He left a kiss on the gauze before putting the kit away. He stood up properly and walked over to me, standing between my legs after he opened them further and resting one hand on my thigh as the other held the hand he just wrapped up.

"Why'd you do it?" He asked as he ran his thumb over the red skin peaking out from under the gauze.

"Reasons." I mumbled as he sighed.

"Mirri. Come on baby, talk to me. What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" He asked me as he held my face.

"I got frustrated." I answered, my voice trembling a little bit.

"What did you get frustrated with?" He questioned again, still holding my face to get me to look at him.

"There are just too many things that my brain is trying to sort through at once and I can't concentrate. I thought maybe going for a run and working out would stop it, but it hasn't. If anything it's made things worse." I answered as I felt my eyes start to sting.

"Oh my baby." He cooed as he hugged me.

I rested my head on his shoulder as I let the tears fall silently. I brought my hand up and under his shirt so I could draw patters on his back with my nails while he twirled the ends of my hair on his fingers.

"You need to eat baby. I haven't seen you eat since yesterday morning." He mumbled as he ran his hands up and down my back.

"I can- I'm not really hungry." I lied, correcting my mistake. Fucking hell.

"Why can't you?" He asked, pulling away to look at me.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I denied as I tried to look away from his eyes, knowing I won't be able to lie otherwise.

"Mirriella." Shit. "Why can't you eat?" He repeated.

"I didn't say I can't. I said I wasn't hungry." I dodged as I saw one of his eyes twitch slightly.

"No. You were going to say you can't. But you cut yourself off and said you weren't hungry because that would mean you're admitting to doing something that's damaging to your body." He sounded calm, but I could tell he was getting angry.

"You're just making something out of nothing now. I'm not hungry. It's as simple as that. There's nothing more to it." I tried to get up and leave but he refused to move and held my hips so I wouldn't go anywhere. "Let me go."

"Tell me why you aren't eating." He shot back.

"Because she sai- because I'm not hungry. We've been through this before. If I'm not hungry, I won't eat." I slipped up again.

"Who said what?" I groaned as I leant forward and rested my head on his shoulder. "Princess, who said what that makes you not want to eat?" He asked, softer this time.

"The lady at the fitting store asked me if I was pregnant. When I told her that our son died at five months almost three months ago, she told me that if I wanted to fit into my dress and look good that I needed to lose the baby weight. And she's right. There's so much fat around my stomach that needs to go and I've only got two weeks to do it in." I answered, the tears falling again and making little wet patches on his shirt.

"No baby. She's wrong. You don't need to lose any weight to look absolutely perfect in your dress. You don't have any fat on your body, and you definitely don't need to starve yourself while pushing your body further to do more in order to lose weight you don't have. You. Need. To. Eat." He stated a she pulled my head of his shoulder and rested his forehead against mine.

"I can go a little bit longer. I don't need to-"

"Mirri, you need to eat. I'm not letting you leave this kitchen until you eat." So fucking stubborn.

"Well then, I guess neither of us are leaving this kitchen then are we?" If he wants to be stubborn, then so will I. I watched his face drop as he realised this wasn't going to be as easy as he thought it would.

"Princess, you can't just not eat. It's not healthy for you. There are other ways you can lose weight if you really feel you need to, which you don't. But you don't have to starve yourself." He tried again. "Baby, please just eat. I don't want to see you hurt yourself because some bitch couldn't keep her mouth shut. None of what she said was true. I know you're hungry. So please just eat food." He begged as he held my cheeks and wiped my tears with the pads of his thumbs.

"I c-can't." I whimpered, knowing it's disappointing him.

"What's stopping you?" He questioned.

"Me. And the people in my head telling me I don't need it." I answered, finally snapping at all the questions.

"Princess, this goes so much deeper than just not eating. So talk to me. We'll deal with one problem at a time. Please eat for me baby." He kissed my lips a few times before resting his head against mine, waiting for my response.

"Okay." I whispered lowly.

"Yeah?"

"Eat with me?" I asked, knowing I'd probably give out if he didn't.

"Of course. What do you want?" He kissed my lips one more time before walking away over to the stove to cook something.