So anyways... it's been like probably a year (or longer) since I've updated this story with anything. This story was supposed to be my little pet project, but as always I kinda got lazy and ultimately forgot about it. Y'all probs didn't care about it anyways and just happened to stumble upon it randomly. Regardless, I appreciate all the reads I've gotten (i know most of them were probably from you Jann!). Well, anyways another thing that happened a year ago was that I created a little one shot type thing that kind of embodied everything I wanted Partners In Crime to be. So, here goes nothing...
Why does everyone hate me? It's not like I did anything wrong. These people just don't understand what it's like going through the day, always hungry, always craving something. It's a sickness, if I could control it, I would. Nobody understands me, except Liam. He, too, has an eating disorder. Not of the same kind, but quite the opposite. He understood me, even helped me get better. He took care of me, I took care of him and together we took care of everyone who wasn't as kind as we were to each other.
"Mary Belle, my dear, is that the last one?" Liam asked.
"Yeah, she's the last one," I answered.
"Let's go now. The smell is killing me!" Liam complained.
"In that case, let's go right away! We don't need you ending up like her!" I laughed and so did he.
We walked out of her house, hand in hand, knives clutched at our sides.
He took care of me. I took care of him.
We were each other's partners in crime.
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Partners in Crime
Novela JuvenilMary Belle has always been alone in her world. Her only friends were her food, which is probably why she developed her eating disorder. Everyday she endures hell, that is until she has the final straw and decides to ditch it. In the process, she fin...
