Skinny. [complete]

"Run"

Violet's POV

I woke up after an hour of sleeping wondering if I should run away. He found out my secret and now he's trying to make me eat more. Gain weight. Feel insecure. Fuck up all the progress I've made. I grab all my bag with my clothes and got to the bathroom to pack up my things. As I walk out the door, I feel someone grab my hand. Jesus I almost shit myself until I realized it was Michael.

"Babe, are you okay?" He asked
"Yeah, I'm gonna go for a walk"
"Don't leave me" he said. He looked hurt "come sit down and talk to me" he said quietly. I follow him back to his bedroom. "This is just a suggestion so don't get mad, I was thinking about it and you clearly have an extreme eating disorder. Maybe you'd be interest in going to therapy or go to an inpatient treatment program. This problem isn't going to fix itself and this is all I can think of."

"I get it, you're trying to help," I say "but there's no way I'm going to be an inpatient and I don't need therapy. This is my life, let me do what I want with it."

"Please listen to me, I don't want you to die because of a stupid eating disorder so stop being selfish and get help." I ran out of his house and didn't stop till I couldn't run anymore, which was about five blocks away from his house. Im not being selfish, I'm just living my life how I want to, I never told him he had to be apart of my life. I just sat down by the stop sign wearily and fell asleep. To tired to care anymore.

Michael's POV

I grabbed my keys and drove around until I found someone leaning against a stop sign. I pick her up and put her in the passenger seat. Her slim body leaned against the window as I drove back to my house. Why does she want to be so skinny, yeah she's beautiful but if she gained weight, she's look even more beautiful. I decided I'll call a number for eating disorders and see what I should do when I get back.

"My girlfriend has a pretty extreme eating disorder and I don't know what to do."
"Do you think you can help her fight it"
"She won't eat and when she does she throws it up, I highly doubt I can."
"If it's that bad then you should call a treatment program and have her be an inpatient, do you have her legal guardians permission?"
"Yeah, I can get that, thank you. Have a good night." I say as I hung up the phone.

I grab a piece of paper, a pen, and my keys, again, and head to her house. I knock on the door to see her mother, a tall, skinny (healthy compared to Violet) looking woman with dark brown hair. I explain everything to her. Why Violet is at my house and why I need her to sign a paper giving me permission to send her to a treatment program. As she did I ask why she's still with Mark. She said its because she loves him. That pissed me off because she know what Mark did to her daughter but I left without saying a word. I then call a treatment program and gave them my address, telling them to show up tomorrow at noon so I have time to explain everything to Violet.