Off Ones Rockers II • Lashton

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

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Luke felt uncomfortable with three people watching him intently, waiting for him to consume something. He wasn't going to, especially with people watching him — judging him.

Ashton had introduced Calum and Michael as his friends, told him that they were nice people and wouldn't judge him. But, Luke didn't know them. He couldn't trust them to be nice to him. He didn't know why they were here, they could be mass murderers for all he knew that were too young to be imprisoned, too insane to be with normal people

"You need to eat something Luke," Ashton said, a mouthful of spaghetti, and sauce around the corners of his mouth. "Alex won't be happy to see you haven't even touched it," he commented, looking around the room to see if he was already here. There was a couple of another therapist, but those where a therapist who dealt specifically with eating disorder patients.

"I don't understand why Alex is his therapist," Michael remarked, letting his fork clattered to his plate. "He's too harsh to deal with people like him, I thought he'd at least be put with Sid, most of his patients are leaving."

Calum nodded in agreement, stacking his own plate on top of Michael's. "Their portions are so ridiculously small," he complained, still hungry.

"You can eat mine for me if you want?" Luke pleaded desperation in his eyes, pushing his plate towards the tan boy. Calum shook his head, remaining quiet, looking down at his lap.

"I think you need to eat it yourself Luke," Michael prompted, pulling his chair out ready to leave, Calum happily following him. Ashton, although he was finished, remained put, wanting to give the young boy some moral support.

"I don't want to eat it. I don't even like spaghetti!" he complained, pushing the plate further away, frustrated, pushing his own chair out ready to leave with the other people that he guess was his 'friends'. But, a strong force, pushed him back down into the chair.

"You can't leave until you've eaten it, Luke," Alex stated bluntly, letting go on the blonde and sitting in a chair beside him. The canteen was quieter now, most people had finished, besides the few who struggled with eating.

"I don't want to," he whispered, struggling even just looking at the food that was in front of him.

"You need to Luke, the quicker you get it done with the quicker you can leave," Alex tried to persuade.

"You can't keep me here all night, I need to sleep and then it'll be breakfast-"

"Then you'll have to eat this and breakfast and that doesn't sound like a nice plan does it?" he interrupted, beginning to get irritated with the blondes refusal to co-operate.

"I'm not eating it!" Luke stated bluntly, shoving his chair back one last time, and standing up.

"Luke don't do this to yourself, you're only making everything worse," Ashton said, watching the scene sadly. He knew what Alex was capable of, how he acted with some of his patients. Like Michael said he didn't usually treat people like Luke who were delicate and cracked under the tiniest bit of pressure.

"I'm only here because my mum placed me here, I'd quite happily be at home starving to death!" he snapped, beginning to walk away.

"Right, that's it!" Alex said, his voice slightly raised, grabbing the plate off of the table. "You're coming with me right now!"

Luke groaned rolling his eyes. He knew he could just walk away but he'd only be forced to follow the man. So he let Alex lead the way and reluctantly follow behind him.