Protecting My Kidnappers

Chapter 6- Deep Secrets

*TRIGGER WARNING: For eating disorders, do not read if you may be triggered! Read at your own risk!*

-Jesy's POV-

I sit on the couch, only the soft sound of the other girls' snoring can be heard.

I decided to wait up for Destiny, even if it means staying up late.

I look at my phone screen, reading the time.

It's 1:30 am, which makes me curious. The restaurant Destiny works at is only open until around 12, and usually she doesn't work the night shifts.

I convince myself that they just got held up with customers, or she's stuck in traffic.

Maybe she's not at work? No... I need to stop thinking like that. It's late and I'm delusional!

Every car that passes, makes me look out the window.

I've already texted her a few times, without an answer.

I decide to call her instead, starting to get anxious.

I hold the phone up to my ear, waiting for an answer.

"Hello?" Destiny finally answers, and I'm relieved!

"Hey, it's Jesy, just wondering if you're okay." I sigh, my mind at ease.

"Ya, just had to go help a friend out. I'm on my way back now." She reassures me, and she sounds exhausted. "I told you not to wait up for me."

"I wanted to." I admit, yawning loudly.

"I'll be home in about two minutes, and I'm on the road, I've gotta go." She says quickly, hanging up.

I put my phone back in my pocket, my eyelids heavy.

At least I know she's safe, and that's what matters.

She's like my little sister, even though she's only a few years younger than me.

I don't know how we became so close, but it just happened.

Maybe it's the fact that we found something in common right away, and we got along from the start.

I still remember the night we found her, the good and bad things.

Seeing her scared was heartbreaking, but knowing that we were protecting her made up for it.

I hear a car door close, and I perk up.

The front door opens, and Destiny comes in exhausted. She kicks her shoes off and flops down on the couch beside me.

"You alright?" I ask, stroking her hair.

"Ya, I'm just beat." She replies, sitting up a bit.

"C'mere." I offer, putting her head on my shoulder. "I'm here."

Her breathing slows down a bit, hopefully starting to relax.

I decide that now is the best time to ask, I've waited for too long.

"Is there something you're not telling me?" I ask softly, and Destiny looks up at me.

The silence tells me that there is definitely something up, which confirms my suspicions.

"No. I'm not hiding anything. Are you hiding something from me?" She asks back, taking me by surprise.

"No." I lie, not wanting her to have more weight on her shoulders.

She starts falling asleep, but wakes herself up again.

"We should probably go to bed." I yawn, and she gets up with me.

We slowly make our way upstairs, then part ways.

"Night Jes." She smiles, going into her room.

"Night." I reply, doing the same.

I close the door and flop down on my bed.

I run a hand through my hair, taking a deep breath.

I hate lying, but if I tell anyone they'll only take me to a doctor or to the hospital... Or back to where I was before.

I slowly get up, tiptoeing out of my room again, shutting the door halfway behind me.

I sneak down the stairs, to the loo, careful not to wake anyone.

I close and lock the door, taking a deep breath.

I know this isn't healthy, but I want to be like the other girls.

I grab my extra toothbrush from the very back of the cabinet, washing it off.

This has sadly become a routine for me. Wait until the girls are asleep, go to the loo, and do this.

I kneel in front of the toilet, carefully guiding the head on the toothbrush to the back of my throat.

I hit my gag reflex, which has become familiar lately.

The nauseas feeling overcomes me, and I can't stop myself from vomiting.

I hate the feeling of guilt that comes along with this, but I love the feeling of being empty. This is for me, not anyone else. I want to be skinny, so this is my attempt.

I get up, feeling quite weak, flushing the toilet.

I rinse my mouth out, trying to get rid of the disgusting taste, as well as the toothbrush. I return it to the back of the cabinet, unlocking the door.

My shaking hands turn the knob, and I slowly walk out. I try to concentrate on walking, my body weak. I had only eaten a little bit today, which is now gone from my system. My blood sugar is probably low.

I slowly make my way up the stairs, holding onto the railing for support.

I make it to my room, closing the door and flopping down onto my bed.

Once again, I feel guilty. For hiding this from the girls, for doing this to myself, but I can't stop.

I pull the warm blankets over me, slowly falling asleep.

(A/N): Sorry this chapter is so short, like every other chapter -.- Please don't be like "OMG WHY DO YOU HATE JESY?!? BLAHHHH" because I love Jesy, as mentioned in Kidnapped by Little Mix, but I need to make it interesting. We all know Jesy is insecure about herself, and often I write about things that are bothering me. Thanks for reading this sequel, love you all :*