Obsessed with Perfection

Chapter 20

"I have never seen you eat that much since I've met you" Liam drags

I had at least 6 cupcakes, I feel sick to my stomach. I have the sudden urge to throw up. I need to throw up. Liam's mom went to the store to get more flour, Liam volunteered but she explained how he always picks up corn meal and not flour. Liam's word start to slur, all I can think about is getting this out of my system. If this stays in here for a little over 30 minutes then it is just useless. I run my fingers through my hair and start to fiddle with my fingers. "Liam where is the bathroom?" I ask interrupting him

"Down the hall on the right" He grabs another cupcake. I leave the kitchen searching for the bathroom. I find it locking the door. I stare in the mirror and I try really hard to fight it. "I am pretty sure her Pas de Deux partner would need a crane to lift her if she doesn't watch her weight." I turn on the sink and I stand up straight sticking my finger in the mouth, I gag a few times and it finally all releases. The back of my throat burns; I feel really bad right now. I flush the toilet and wash my hands. I rinse my mouth out a few times. I don't dare look in the mirror. I open the door and I jump when I see Liam. I grab my chest. "Jesus Liam you scared me" I walk past him and he grabs my arm

"Are you okay?" He asks with a concerned look

"My tank is empty so yea" I tried to walk away but he grabbed me tighter

"Dani I heard you" He sighed

"You listened to me pee, hmm stalk much" I laughed a little trying to get out of this conversation. He gave me a look

"You were throwing up"

"Oh- uh yea I forgot, um too many cupcakes. I can't eat a lot of sweet stuff" I tried to walk away but this time he pinned me up against the wall

"You know, I really don't like when people lie to me" He hisses

"I don't know what you're talking about" I huff

"I hate when you lie to me, and you know that" He growls

"I don't want to fight Liam, but this isn't any of your business"

"You are my business love. Everything you do affects me" He pushed his body weight on me to keep me from squirming "Just tell me, there is no need to lie" I remain silent, my eyes water. "When did it all start?" He finally asks and I sigh

"I was 12" I mumbled and he let me go softly

"What started it?"

"Maybe if you watched your diet, you would go en pointe!" I can remember those words as if she were right next to me. I furrowed my brows staring up at him. "I-I wanted to go en pointe, and I was told to lose weight. "So I did"