My Musical Romance

Chapter 7

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Chapter 7

Honouris’ POV

I woke up in Franks arms. I moved slightly, to indicate to him that I was awake. As soon as I moved his grip tightened slightly.

“Frank..” I whispered to him.

“Mmm…” He mumbled. I giggled slightly.

“I love that sound.” He said as he nestled his head into my neck. I giggled again, even louder.

“Frank, we really need to get up.” I said, reluctantly.

“Ugh, okay.” He agreed and he let me go. I slid off the bed and towards my drawers. I got out some clothes then turned to Frank.

“Er… Are you gunna go get dressed?” He shook his head. I sighed and turned away from him. I swiftly got rid of my shirt and put on a bra. Quickly, so he couldn’t see my horrid fat body, I put a new shirt on. The only bottoms I had were shorts, so I quickly put those on then ran out of my bedroom.

“Honouris?” Frank yelled after me. I kept running until I got to the cafeteria. Frank had followed me all the way.

I sat on my table, hugging my knees to my chin. Frank sat opposite me, bringing me cereal. I didn’t move. I just sat and looked at the bowl.

“Eat.” Frank demanded. I looked into his eyes, and he stared at my fat ass legs.

“Stop looking at my legs.” I said, almost crying.

“Honouris… you’re so thin.”

“Stop. Please…” I whispered, tears welling up in my eyes. He kept on staring. I felt uncomfortable. I didn’t want him staring at my fat legs. They were disgusting. 

“Frank. Please stop it.” I said, tears running down my face. Slowly, he walked to me and sat next to me. He wiped away my tears.

“I’m sorry but, you have to eat. For me.”

I looked him in the eyes.

“I don’t know if I can.” I whispered.

“I know you can.”

Frank’s POV

“I know you can.”

She collapsed into me, sobbing. Her head was buried into my neck. I helped her by whispering calming thoughts into her ear, rocking her softly back and forth.

A lady, a nurse I expect, came to us, saying that she needed to take Honouris to a group counselling session. Upon hearing that she had to be with other people, she hid behind me.

I turned to her, shielding her from the nurse.

“Honey, it’s all going to be okay. I promise. It’ll help. You’re going to get better, so you can leave here.”

She nodded in agreement, slowly walking out from behind me. I took her hand and we all walked to the group.

“Baby, I need to leave. You have to do this alone, without me.” She nodded again, her face crumpling with unshed tears. She turned, and walked into the room.

Honouris’ POV

He left. I walked in, shaking with fear. Chairs were put into a circle, most filled. There were two free seats, one next to a nerdy looking girl and the other next to a dark haired boy. Walking to the chair, I glanced back at the door, seeing that it wasn’t guarded. I stopped.

I could run.

I didn’t have to be in this room.

I looked to the chair; the boy next to it stared at me.

I shook my head, nearly crying.

I ran out of the room, tears streaming down my face. Frank grabbed my waist.

“What are you doing baby?” He whispered in my ear. I just cried.

“Hun you have to go back. They’re waiting for you. I promise you can do this. I know it’s hard, I know it’s scary but you have to do this. Do it for me?”

“I can’t do it. There are too many people. They’ll hate me. They’ll think I’m a freak. I can’t do it Frank. Please don’t make me.” I ended up sobbing loudly, probably looking horrid.

“Honouris, look at me.” I obeyed. “I know you can do this. The people in there are here to help you. If they think you’re a freak, then they’re freaks as well. They’ve all been through the same things. I promise you that it will be okay.” I nodded, breathed, and walked back in.

I took a long, deep breath. I can do this. No you can’t, freak. I can. Frank thinks I can, so I think I can. He must be right. No you’re a freak and everyone hates you. Just kill yourself, bitch. LEAVE ME ALONE! I. CAN. DO. THIS. NO.

That voice stopped me in my tracks.

I had let that voice rule me my entire life. It had hurt me. It had made me turn against my friends and family. It had made me weak.

I had had enough.

I took a deep breath and walked to the seat. I sat, the voice screaming at me.

“Sorry I’m late…” I muttered, embarrassed.

“That’s fine. It’s okay for you to be scared, but we’re here to help.” The lady in the middle said. I stayed silent.

“Now, who would like to introduce themselves to Honouris first?” The lady said. I sank into my chair, not wanting to be here at all.

“I’m Max. I’m anorexic and have been since my failure of a sister left me because she was a selfish bitch and tried to kill herself. Too bad she failed.” The voice told me, as a boy was talking. He looked like an older version of my Maxie. Tears welled up in my eyes. I hugged my legs up to my head, but then remembered I was in shorts, and that would show people how fat my legs were. So, instead, I tucked my legs under me. I hugged my stomach, trying to make it so no one would see how fat I was.

I tuned everyone out, humming to myself. I rocked slightly.

Bitch.

Not good enough.

Fat.

Fucked up.

Die.

Die.

I suddenly jumped up, out of my seat. Walking out, again, I walked past Frank and through the doors.

I couldn’t deal with it anymore.

I needed to die.

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