The Bad Girl and The Good Boy

Chapter Eight: Monsters

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👊🏻Melissa Evans👊🏻

I woke up in the hospital. I hate this place. I hate it. I hate it. I HATE IT!
Tears welled in my eyes.

"It's okay. You don't need to cry." A familiar voice soothed me.

I looked to my left to see a weary Jordan Williams.

He rubbed my cheek with his thumb, brushing away my tears.

"I hate hospitals. I hate them." I said, my voice shaking. The tears fell harder.

"I know you do. Pretend you're in an unfamiliar room." He said.

I looked him in the eye, feeling comfort. I knew what caused me to vomit and pass out but he didn't. I pretended to be in an unfamiliar room.

It didn't work.

"It didn't work." I said.

"I have an idea." He smirked.

He took off his green sweater. He has a white semi see-through button up shirt on. I could see his beautiful six-no eight pack.

My eyes widened in surprise. This is unusual. You never meet a nerd who's so hot you can cook an egg on him.

He began to unbutton the bottom five buttons on his shirt. I looked up to see him was an amused smirk. Huh. Boys all have big egos.

I could see his beautiful muscles.

"Nice." I murmured.

"Don't get too hopeful." He teased.

"Pfft. As if I'd go out with you!" I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Is it working?"

I nodded, biting my lip. Damn. He's one fine piece of meat.

I had several drips on.

"Has anybody ever told you how bony you are?" He whispered.

I looked at him as if my stare was to tell him to go on.

"Why are you doing this to yourself?"

I inspected my right arm. It looked fatty to me but to the outside world, it was probably super thin.

"I don't know." I whispered.

"Anorexia Nervosa can kill you Melissa. It can kill you." He murmured.

"I know that. I do. But I can't stop. It's a disorder Jordan. You can't get rid of them so easily."

"Then let me help you. Let me help you change." He pleaded.

"I don't know..." I trailed off.