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Oneshot•Anthony Reeves•I'm Not Going To Part 3

Shoutout to Madsgrace0513 for commenting on Part 2 of this oneshot!
⚠️ mentions of cutting ⚠️
Brynn POV
   I make us all dinner, but I don't eat any, just drinking some water instead. They don't seem to notice. We watch the animated Beauty and the Beast afterwards, and after that, we all head to bed. Noen and Chase go into their room, arguing about Gaston, and Anthony and I go into our room. We quickly brush our teeth, him throwing on sweats and crawling into bed. I put on a large blue t-shirt that doesn't fit Ant anymore, but is ginormous on me, and black athletic shorts.
   I crawl into bed with him, and he immediately big spoons. His legs tuck up behind mine and arms go around my middle, pulling me up against his chest. He nuzzles my neck and I smile.
   "Me love you, mamas," Anthony whispers.
   "I love you, too, baby," I whisper back in the darkness.
   "Brynn, why didn't you eat anything at dinner?" he asks a few minutes later. I sigh. So he did notice.
   "Baby, I didn't think you had noticed."
   "I didn't want to say anything in front of them. I didn't want you to get embarrassed or something. But I did notice. Why?"
   I think. Why didn't I? I mean, he's dead. I shouldn't let what happened with him affect me like this still.
   "I just...started thinking about things. From a few years ago. What got brought up tonight, Ant, that was really hard for me. I haven't told anyone. Nobody else knows. And then those feelings come back with the memories. All the hate, the pain. The suffering. It all came back." I sigh again. "I only did get told I wasn't considered anorexic anymore a few months ago."
   Minutes go by in the darkness, and I'm afraid that Ant won't answer, that he might've fallen asleep. Then, I hear him say, "We've been together for sixth months, though."
   "Yeah."
   "So you were still anorexic for the first few months?"
   "Yes."
   "And you didn't tell me that you were, or that you weren't anymore?"
   "No."
   He lets out a breath. I don't know if I've made him angry or not.
   "Anthony," I begin. "I'm sorry. I would've told you sooner, but then I would've had to explain everything that goes with it, and I just wasn't ready for that yet."
   "I understand, mamas," he whispers. "I understand. But no more, okay? No more."
   "Okay, baby." He kisses my neck lightly. Then he rubs my forearms and looks at them. "What is it, Ant?"
"Um, I'm just...you said you'd hurt yourself and I thought you meant cutting yourself. I don't-I don't see them," he says quietly, gently.
"I cover them up with makeup if I'm not wearing long sleeves, and the ones on my thighs are always covered." I can feel him get tense against my back.
"Mamas," he whispers in shock.
My face gets flushed with what I'm going to tell him, and I'm glad it's dark in here. "That's why I've been putting off sex for a while. Because the ones on my thighs are pretty hard to cover up because they went pretty deep. Well, I was just nervous in general from past things. And I was scared, too, that you would leave me when you saw them because you'd think I'm weak or something."
"You don't have to hide them from me anymore. I don't think you're weak for that, mamas. I think it shows just how strong you really are." He pushes the blankets down so they go below our waists, then rolls my shorts up a little. I look away, embarrassed, knowing he can see them in the dark. Some are long and some are pretty short. They're all white and covering the upper part of both my thighs.
"I think," he starts, "that they make you even more beautiful."