For all the wrong reasons

Chapter Two: Breakdown

Ring ring. Ring ring.

The sound of my phone alarm jolts me awake. I sit up quickly and rub the bags under my eyes. It's 5 am. Im running off four hours of sleep.

Fun

I grab my phone and turn my alarm off. After that I scroll through my socials for a bit, I like posting on everything so I have quite a following on my pages. 34 thousand on TikTok and even more on my instagram. I stay in bed until I have enough energy to get up. Normally I take my showers at night, but I didn't last night because of how long I spent at atlas' place.

I slide out of bed and stumble my way into the bathroom connecting to my room. Slowly, I tug my clothes off, letting them collect on the cold tile floor. I look at myself in the mirror for a bit. Squeezing and prodding at the fat on my body. I've always struggled with my weight, a large part of me still thinks I need to be skinny and slim. I know I don't, but that part of me overwhelms my confidence some days.

I shake the bad thoughts away and get into my shower. I turn the water to the hottest I can get and sit there. I wake up earlier than needed for work so I can just relax for a while. Eventually I finish my shower up and make sure there's no more soap on my body or in my hair.

I turn the water off and step out the shower, wrapping my towel around my body. I brush my hair back and then open the medicine cabinet to get my skincare products. I do my skincare and once more, stare at myself in the mirror. Picking out all the flaws and issues. The voices in my head run rampant, screaming and yelling at me about everything I find wrong with myself.

"Shut up!" I shout, not even realizing I'm talking out loud. I groan and hold my head in my hands. After a while I finally get out of my bathroom and get dressed.

I decide on a simpler outfit, a plain black T-shirt with a green patchwork jacket thrown over top. A pair of baggy blue jeans and doc martens. I can't pull all my hair into a ponytail because of my wolf cut, only the top half, so that's what I do. I stylize with some rings and other jewelry before grabbing my phone and bag.

I exit my apartment and go straight to the elevator. I press the lobby button and the door closes. It goes down to the 8th floor and a large part of me is hoping Atlas is the one on the other side. The doors open, and it's not him. I hide my disappointment and look away as the elevator doors close once more and descends to the lobby.

Once the elevator reaches the ground floor and opens, I step out and make my way the the exit. Right as I reach the doors I feel two large hands on my shoulders and atlas speaks. "Hey, little one." He smiles down at me and I smile on return

"Hey, atlas!"

"Cmon, let's go to the subway station so we don't miss it."

I nod and we walk to the subway together, it's pretty close by, only 2 minutes away. We talk the whole walk there as well as the wait. Once it comes we get on and just like before I sit down and he stands directly in front of me in a protective manner. I giggle internally at the thought of him protecting me.

We talk about simple things, hobbies, likes, dislikes, favorites and more. Eventually the question of family comes up. I visibly get tense at the thought of my family, and also the thought of telling atlas about my family. It's not like I was abused or anything m, just neglected. And I don't want atlas to know about who my father is because I don't want him to tell Daniel. If Daniel found out his biggest rival is his secretary's daughter.. I just couldn't handle that drama.

Atlas tells me about his family, he has 2 sisters and 3 brothers.

"His parents really went crazy..." I think to myself. I don't dare tell him that, though.