The boys next door || completed

I'm sorry, dad

!!!TRIGGER WARNING: BULIMIA!!! I'll put a line of ** for you to skip if you still want to read this chapter.

Emily's POV**

Charlie's friend Jason offered me a lift home, seeing as he was taking Charlie as well. He has a really nice Audi, though I'm too lost in my own thoughts to properly appreciate it.

"Emily!" Charlie puts his hand on my shoulder.

I jump. "Oh, hi, sorry." I get out of the car, waving thanks at Jason, how just laughs back. Charlie joins me out of the car, looking at me strangely.

"What's wrong?" He asks, looking down at me.

"Nothing, I'm ti-"

"If you say tired, I'm going to be the one drugging you." He jokes, and I force a laugh.

"No, I'm just... okay I was going to say tired, but... Well, Leo probably hates me right about now." I force a laugh, rolling my eyes at my idiocy. "Definitely; he definitely hates me."

"He doesn't. If I know Leo, it's that he's a little upset that you even dared to go behind his back, but- he'll get over it in like a day." Charlie hugs me, and I allow myself to relax a little.

Not enough though.

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The voice is back, and I hate to listen, but I can't help but to, and though I try to stop myself, I find myself binge eating ice cream and chocolate, closing my bathroom door, and sticking my fingers down my throat.

Dad never comes to the back of the house, he either calls my phone or waits for me to come out of my room if he wants to run something by me.

"Emily, what do you want for dinner?" Oh god, no not today, not now.

I throw up again, and I hear dad opening the door in a rush, running to the bathroom, seeing me forcing myself to throw up.

"Oh, Em." He kneels next to me, holding my hair back, rubbing my back until I finish.

I start crying, "I'm sorry, dad, I'm so, so sorry."

He wraps his arms around me, rocking me gently like he used to when I was little and upset. "It's okay, Emily, it's okay. Relapse is bound to happen, and that's okay, I promise you. I will do everything in my power to help you, and then get others with more power to do what I can't, okay?"

He soothes me, waiting for me to calm down and stop crying.

"Can I brush my teeth now?" I ask quietly, and he lets me go. I brush my teeth extensively, five minutes, but still can't fully get the taste out of my mouth.

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"Do you want to talk about what pushed you?"

I hesitate before nodding. In the hospital, they told me that if I talk to someone, it might help relieve the pressure on myself. "Guilt."

"For... keeping it from your friends, or-"

"Drugging Leo. He was mad - obviously - but then that annoying little voice started making up 'what if' scenarios, and I couldn't take it, so... I did what I'm used to."

"Well whenever that little voice comes back, you text me everything it says, okay? And then you tell it to fuck off. And if that doesn't work, I'll tell it to fuck off, okay?"

I giggle, nodding, sitting next to my dad on the bed. "If you ever feel a relapse coming on, you come straight to me okay, we can do anything you want or need."

"What about at school?" I look at him.

"Then you walk out, you walk - or run - home, and come and find me." He hugs me again. "I love you, Emily, and I won't ever let anyone hurt you. Okay?"

I pull away to look at him, glassy-eyed. "Okay. I love you, dad.