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Chapter Twenty- Eight

Zayn's POV

I had three days before I had to fight him. I don't know if I was scared more of losing Sam, or being killed right in front of her. Either way, it wouldn't be good.

I hated him, I wished he had never brought Sam into this. She was so, fragile, I guess. If I were to leave her, or her find out the hard way about this little 'deal'.

I got home around midnight, flinging myself onto my bed. I couldn't bear the thought of having to tell Sam tomorrow.

Sam's POV

I woke up the next morning, five minutes before my alarm would've gone off. I rolled out of bed, deciding to take a quick shower.

I stepped into the bathroom, seeing the scale by the sink. Maybe I could....No. I don't think that it's a good idea. I might fall back if I see the numbers.

I eyed it again before setting my clothes on the counter and grabbing a fresh towel.

Okay, I was gonna do it. I walked the few steps over to the scale, I stripped my clothes except for my undergarments. I took a shaky breath, and I slowly stepped on the scale. I saw the scale start calculating, I held my breath.

127 pounds. I was extremely over weight. I wanted to see the numbers be at 100 pounds. But some dreams aren't easily reached. I stepped off, watching the numbers fade away.

I stepped into the hot shower, barely feeling the burning sensation on my back. I numbly showered, my brain barely registering what my body was doing.

I turned off the faucet, stepping out and drying off quick. I had made a decision, it was the only thing that would distract me right now, I needed my blade. I hadn't cut since I met Zayn. But now he wasn't here, which means I could hide it from him easily.

TRIGGERING MATERIAL. YOU MAY SKIP TO THE NEXT NOTE LIKE THIS ONE TO AVOID BEING TRIGGERED.

I brought the blade up to my wrist, taking a deep breath, I cut. I cut once, twice, three times, four, five maybe. I didn't cut very deep by any means, but I still cut deep enough to now have blood coming out of the freshly made cuts.

I dropped the blade on the counter. All that was going through my mind was that, if they saw the cuts, they wouldn't think about how ugly, how fat, how useless I am. They would only focus on the scars.

I wiped off the blood quickly and put my blade away.

END OF TRIGGERING MATERIAL

I slipped my jeans on, and looked at the shirt I had picked out, it was a short sleeved shirt.

Guess I won't be wearing that today...

I grabbed my things and went back into my room. I grabbed my shirt and hung it back up. I took down a long sleeved black shirt with lace up the back.

I carefully pulled it down over the cuts and went down into the kitchen.

I took a look at the fridge and instantly remembered to numbers this morning. 127. I skipped breakfast and head out the door. Calling out a quick goodbye to my half dead mother, all I got back was a faint bye and the sound of snoring followed not shortly after.

I locked up the house, making my way to school.

*Time Skip*

I went through mr first four classes quickly, then it was lunch. I hadn't talked to Zayn yet today so I just decided on skipping out and went to sit under a huge tree outside not far from the building.

It was really hot out today so I was absolutely miserable in my long sleeved shirt. I almost rolled them up until I heard his voice behind me.

"Why aren't you eating?" His voice was low and slightly raspy.

"Not hungry." My stomach then decided to go against my words, letting out a low growl loud enough to wake the dead.

'Nice going you stupid stomach.'

"Mhm, then why is your stomach making whale calls?" He smirked.

"I don't know." I picked at a piece of grass.

"Here, eat this. " he held out some sort of sandwhich. Before I could refuse he cut me off. "Don't even try to refuse it."

"Fine." I sighed. "Thank you Zayn."

I took a bite, it was pretty good, until I remember the numbers from this morning. I choke down a few more bites, then set it down, not wanting to eat anymore.

"Eat it." He ordered.

"I'm not hungry. Besides, you already made me eat most of it." I protested.

"I don't care, you are too skinny Sam." I had never heard his voice this demanding before.

"No I'm not." I said underneath my breath.

" Please eat it Sam." He pleaded.

"No, I ate enough of it."

"Fine, but thanks for eating what you did."

"Okay... Your welcome I guess." I didn't know how to respond so thats what my brain came up with.

I swear I could feel myself getting fatter as the food was slowly digested. I had to get to the bathroom, without Zayn knowing what I was going to do.

"I'll be right back." I stood up, grabbing my bag with me.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"Bathroom."

"I know what you're trying to do Sam, it isn't okay."

It might not be okay but it is what makes me feel skinny.

"I'm not trying to do what you think I am Zayn, okay? But I really need to go." Lies.

"Why do you have to go so bad then?"

I needed to think of something, and quick too.

"It's Shark Week!" I blurted.

"Shark week?" He asks but then the realization kicked in soon. "Oh, um, okay..."

I wish I had a camera for his face cause it was priceless.

I was suddenly aware that he was holding my wrist, tightly.

He dropped it then told me to go to the bathroom. I kissed his cheek before heading to the bathrooms.

But of course, I was stopped by the one and only...

"Hey Nerd!" I heard her annoying voice cut through the air...

Sorry for not updating guys, my wifi keeps getting shut off which means I'm basically a hermit. But that's okay with me as long as hermits have access to Netflix and food.

Lol, I'm crazy, and I'm writing this at like, two in the morning so if there's any mistakes let me know please?

Okay, well, I might go to bed, or not, idk.

Love ya lots guys xxx

Vi💖