Brendon's Point Of View
It has been weeks. Weeks since Amelia has 'eaten'. Probably months since she has actually kept something down. I'm honestly getting scared. She's getting skinnier by the day! If I don't do anything to help her, she'll die. So, I made up a plan, but I know she's going to hate me for it.
We always have Breakfast and Dinner together. Lunch, not so much. I rarely come out of the studio to make something for the both of us, which is only making this much worse. Well, I've noticed that everyday before I finish my Breakfast or Dinner, she excuses herself to the bathroom. Now, I didn't know she was throwing her food up, but that's the only explanation for her significant weight loss in only a few weeks.
So today, I made sure to wake up before Amelia so I could complete half of my plan. She's been sleeping in my room with me ever since she wanted me to sleep with her, really. Which I honestly don't mind. 1, I can keep her safe. And 2, I can make sure that she doesn't hurt herself, because i'm a light sleeper, and any noise and movement will wake me up.
I walked over to the bathroom across the hall, and locked it from the inside so basically nobody can use that bathroom. There is another one upstairs, but I never showed it to her, so it would be worthless.
I made my way to the kitchen, and started getting all of the things I needed to make bacon and eggs. I wanted to make something that would be simple, and will get some much needed nutrients in her body. All I hope is that she won't hate me after this, but I knew she would, and that's what hurts me. I love her so much, and I don't want to do this but I have to.
It didn't really take me that long, so I prepared everything and got ready for the worst. Everything was plated when I heard footsteps heading toward the kitchen. Here we go.
Amelia walked in with a small smile on her face, which I returned.
"How'd you sleep?" I asked, leading her to the seat across from the one I was going to sit in.
"Pretty good. Still tired though." She laughed lightly, but stopped when I put her plate in front of her.
I could already see the pain in her face. I sat down normally, and started eating. She picked up her fork and put a piece of egg on it, and placed it into her mouth. I was actually surprised that she ate one fourth of the plate, but of course when I was almost done with my food, she tried to excuse herself.
"I'll be right back. I need to go to the bathroom." She stood up, and walked a few steps before I stopped her.
"Wait! At least eat the bacon first. It took awhile to make, so I kind of don't want it to go to waste." I lied. Look, I wanted her to at least eat the bacon so she'll get the protein and other things from it.
She turned around, and reluctantly walked back to the table, and sat down without another word. She ate all three pieces, and then got up, and speed walked toward the bathroom. God, I felt so horrible for forcing her to eat, but I knew she needed the help.
I also got up, and ran after her to find her jiggling the door handle, a panicked expression on her face.
"Brendon, it's not opening! Why won't it open?!" She faced me worriedly, waiting for me to answer.
"Look, this is the only way that I can make you actually keep down what you eat. I'm so sorry." I said slowly.
"NO! PLEASE! Bren, I need too! I ate way more than I had to! P-please just o-open the door." She cried.
"I, I can't. This is for you're own good. You can die from this, Amelia. You can't keep doing this to yourself. It's not healthy!"
Just as I thought she was at her breaking point, it was like a light bulb went off in her brain. She stopped crying, and made a run for the kitchen. I knew what she was going to do, and I had to stop her. I ran after her, and grabbed onto her just before she could reach the sink. She kicked and screamed to set her free.
I dragged her into the hallway, where she seemed to calm down a bit. She wasn't kicking or screaming anymore, but whimpers made their way out of her mouth. I slowly set her down, and sat on the floor in front of her and made sure she wasn't going to make a run for it.
"W-why are you doing this to me? Why won't you just l-leave me alone!" She yelled.
"Because I love you! I don't want to see you like this, so i'm trying my best to help you!"I yelled at the same level.
"W-what? You l-love me?" She looked up, her ocean blue eyes meeting mine.
I can't believe I let that slip. Now she's going to hate me! She's going to think i'm a freak!
"Y-yeah, I do. But now you think i'm a freak, so there's no poin-"She looked at me with surprise, and cut me off.
"Brendon! I-i've loved you ever since we met, and I honestly thought the same thing. I-i love you so much." I cupped one hand on her face.
I lowered my lips to meet hers. I closed my eyes just as our lips touched, immediately feeling a spark of electricity. Slowly, I pulled her closer, as close as physically possible. The urgency in this kiss was unbearable. I wanted her; I wanted every fiber of her being. I smiled into the kiss, and she did the same. She tangled her fingers in my hair, and gently pulled my face to hers. Everything about this kiss was absolutely perfect. I never wanted it to end.
We pulled away, and let our foreheads rest against each other for awhile. She looked up at me and said,
"So that's what you've been wanting to tell me ever since we met"
"Yeah. But either my emotions, or people would get in my way of saying it"
"So, it's finally official?"
"Yup." I smirked, and pecked her lips.
She smiled. This time, I think it was an actual genuine smile.
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