My Bad boy Neighbour (Editing/reconstructing)

🔻Chapter 11 - Secrets🔻

**Jamie's POV**

It is getting harder and harder for me to do what I need to do, without being caught. Several times in the past 2 days, someone has almost walked in on my throwing up.

The first time it was my mum, who had decided to go into work late and wanted to put on some make up to look 'presentable' and so she needed to use my bathroom since the others were taken. The next time I was in the main bathroom, -because my mum was once again hogging mine - my dad had left his tie on the bathroom sink and wanted to come get it.

Another time Sam and a friend wanted to use my make up and me to show them different looks, she eventually gave up and sat on my bed with her friend, until I had flushed the toilet, sprayed perfume on myself and the bathroom, and brushed my teeth.

It's scary knowing that as I throw my guts up, my family members are on the other side of the door. Sometimes as I'm kneeling on the floor, I hallucinate and see people stood inside the bathroom leaning against the sink, watching me and so I panic, if I'm alone I even scream and throw things at the sink in an act to scare the 'person' away.

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It's been about a week since, everything began and no one had realised my sudden drop in body weight. But that's probably because, I now only wear my brothers sweaters. All off my clothes no longer fit, so my body goes unoticed.

Monday came around quickly and I was becoming restless, people keep looking at me from the corner of their eyes and I can see others staring from the corner of mine. I wonder if they know what I've been doing, just the thought can turn me very panicky and I hyperventilate.

As much as I try to stay calm, sometimes my hands get all sweaty and it becomes hard to breathe. The boys don't seem to have noticed a change, however they do sometimes question my choice of clothing, but other than that they hardly noticed any changes at all. I still have to be very careful though around them, as the slightest wrong move and it's game over, I can't trust anyone at this moment in time, no one is allowed to know.

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It's been another week since everything began, so I'm packing all my school stuff into my bag, so that no one in my family suspects anything. Today I'm once again wearing one of my brothers jumpers with black sweat pants.

"Jamie! I'm leaving!" Xavier yelled, from downstairs. Followed by my parents and Sam yelling the same.

Taking this as an opportunity I rushed into the bathroom and did what I started again two weeks ago. Not realising that a car horn had been honking outside, to give me a lift to school or that the door opened, since I had forgotten to lock it or that someone was yelling my name.

"Jamie? What are yo-" The door swung open to reveal me emptying my stomach. "Jamie what are you doing?" The person dropped down onto their knees next to me and held my hair back, whilst rubbing my back.

"You can't tell anyone! Promise me you won't tell anyone!" I rushed, once I had finished throwing up my stomach acids, since I had no food left inside of me.

"Jamie, I have to get you help!" The person argues back.

"No promise me you won't tell anyone!" I yelled, he stayed silent. "Promise me Cameron!"

"I promise. Just stop crying please." Cameron pleaded, before pulling me into a hug. I hadn't realised, I was crying until he mentioned it. "How long?"

"What?"

"You feel so skinny. How long have you been doing-" He gulped. "-This?"

"Just over 3 weeks." I mumbled.

"Oh my god." He gasped quietly. "We need to go, before the guys get curious and investigate."

Agreeing, I fixed myself up flushing the toilet and running outside to the car with Cam.

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Lunch came around and I was sat with the boys at their table.

"Jamie aren't you eating?" Tommy asked. Catching the attention of all the boys.

"Umm, no I had a large breakfast." I replied, giving Cameron a glance, who just shrugged his shoulders. "That's why I was late out."

"Oh." Tommy sighed, before all the boys went back to what they were doing. But I didn't miss the look I received from Cameron and neither did Jace. The bell finally rang and I set off to English.

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Two hours later, school was finally over and everyone was leaving. Well everyone but me, I was headed to the girls bathroom. It is the only time in the day that, I'm on my own to do what I need to do.

(⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️)

Not bothering to lock the door to the stall I was in, since I was on my own, well I thought so anyway. As I  kneeled down and bent over the toilet bowl, I shove two fingers as far back in my throat as I can, before I begin gipping and slowly I feel a horrible tasting liquid, rising up my throat and soon, I removed my hand quickly and spilled the disgusting contents into the toilet.

The sound of my stomach acids hitting the water, in the bottom. My eyes began to burn and water as I spewed my guts, soon I was sobbing over the toilet bowl, as my throat began to burn.

Once I had finished, I turned and slowly sat back on the floor with my head against the stall wall. Breathing out a sigh, I closed my eyes. Unbeknownst to me however, was the fact that someone had stood by the open stall door, watching me in horror, with dark brown eyes.

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Around 10 minuets later, I flushed the toilet - finally building up the energy - and then I stood up on wobbly legs and trekked over to the sinks. Looking myself over quickly, I noticed my eyes were red and was glad I had stopped wearing makeup. I turned on the tap and cupped my hands together, before using them to clean my mouth and face.

A few people stay after school hours for extra-curricular activities and teachers to either mark books/assignments and or plan tomorrow's lesson, so I knew I didn't have to worry about being locked in the school building.

  I was only able to reach the hallway when, I was shoved - gently - into the lockers by a strong pair of arms.

"Why?" Jace asked.

"Why, what?," I gulped. "I don't know what your talking about. Why are you still at school?"

"Bullshit! And don't change the subject." Jace slammed his hands into the lockers beside my head, causing me to flinch backwards. Seeing my flinch his eyes softened slightly and he reached up one hand to move a stray strand of hair out of my face, before his face hardened once again. "You won't tell me, then I'll just have to find out for myself." He murmured, to himself.

Before I realised what he meant, my hoodie was pulled over my head by a pair of strong hands. Gasping I put my head down letting my hair act as a curtain. Hearing him take a deep intake of breathe, I look up to see his eyes on my horrific body. I'm not fat anymore, I'm too skinny.

"Jamie what have you done?"

I don't know. What have I done?

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