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Triple S

*two weeks later*

BRADS POV

"You're so sweet.." I said kissing ariannas nose, everything was normal again.

The last two weeks had been amazing! We went to the beach, we had lazy days like we used to, we went out for dinner a couple of times. Dating was fun again, not heart breaking.

ARIANNAS POV

"You're so sweet.." Brad said as he kissed my nose. I giggled and my cheeks turned bright red. Then we started watching the movie again while we cuddled. "What am I doing?" The lady said. She had just had an affair with her husbands brother...it bought back memories. I had kept my secret from brad so he doesn't get upset. I can't break him again...

*a few minutes later*

My stomach felt sick just thinking about my 'actions' two weeks ago. "Um..err...i think I'm gonna go to bed, I feel really tired. Night brad" I say a little too quickly. He gives my a confused look but eventually says goodnight. I rush up the stairs and close my bedroom door. Then I froze, I was going to be sick. Properly sick. As fast as I could, I ran to me and brads en suite and began throwing up. I tried to be silent so he didn't hear me in distress but that wasn't the easiest thing... I had to keep it a Secret

CONNORS POV

They had gotten back together. HE won her over. He took her away from me...words couldn't describe how angry I was. Arianna is perfect, she deserves better than HIM. She deserves me.

I walked down to be basement, unlocked the door and stepped inside. The dim red light shone on my face. I looked around the black-painted room. It was my dark room. Slowly I walked over to my board. It had pictures of her in a collage; her going to the shop, her doing her stretches before running, her eating dinner...everything you could imagine. There was at least 60 photos, all taken with love. I don't get how she hasn't noticed me taking pictures, how she hasn't noticed me showing my live. The love HE can't give her... Some might say it's not love but it's not Stalking

ARIANNAS POV

*3 weeks later*

I looked at my body in the mirror. I was like bones being weakly carried in a bag of skin. Between my legs was an unhealthy gap, my stomach what no much thinker than the depth of a bag of sugar and my arms and legs were like twigs. I had been throwing up so much lately, all because I kept thinking about that night. It disgusted me. Plus, I wasn't eating..I wasn't drinking anything but maybe half a cup of water a day. My appetite was never there... I guess I was boarder line anorexic..or maybe I already was.

Brad had been gone to visit his parents for two weeks so he hadn't seen me. He was lucky, he would be disgusted... He was know of my Starvation.

(A/N the triple a is secrets, stalking and starvation in case you didn't know (: )