A little too broken (boyxboy)

Chapter 4

Oliver part 2:

The drive back home was awkward to say the least. The silence was deafening. When they arrived home Oliver quickly got out of the car and rushed to his room. He got out his phone and dialed her number. He patiently waited hearing each ring.
"Hello," she said.

"Hey Eliza." Oliver replied.

"What's up,"

"just got back from church, what's up with you,"

"same." They continued to talk for twenty more minutes about random nonsensical things, that to the average person means nothing, but to them it was what made up their friendship. But there was one question burning through Oliver's mind that he just had to ask.

"Liz what do you think of gay people?"

"Ugh they're disgusting. Don't they not that god made Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve." Oliver cringed at her words, he soon realized that he could never come out to her, ever.

After a few more minutes he hung up and plugged in his earphones and started listening to his favourite song. 'Love is patient, love is kind,' even though Mary lambert wrote that song about being a lesbian he could still somewhat relate to the bit where she talks about not crying on Sundays. He wished he didn't have to hear sermons about how being gay is an abomination. He wished his best friend didn't think that being gay was disgusting. He wished he could be open about everything. He wished he could have control.

Hours later aunt Hilda called him down for dinner. "I'm not hungry," he said. "Oh nonsense you haven't eaten all day." And the truth was he hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. You see Oliver liked to go on these websites that taught him how to hide his disorder, and normally he'd get away with starving himself, but tonight Hilda was having none of it. So after dinner he did what he always did when he was forced to eat. He went to the bathroom, turned on the shower, went to the toilet, put his finger down his throat and let the contents of today's meal slide right out. This happened on days he couldn't avoid eating. When he was out with friends, when Hilda noticed his lack of eating and all that.

He went back to his room and switched on his laptop. Pro-ana-and-mia.tumblr.com he swiftly typed into the keyboard. He had been on that website so much, his fingers could type those words without him needing to think about it. He needed to make sure incidents like these didn't occur again. He doesn't like making himself purge, but he feels it's necessary sometimes. But Oliver swears he doesn't have a problem.