This Is Your Last Chance... (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter Five

Recap;

Sam's POV

"I-I was being held d-down and I started yelling for them to stop but they wouldn't! They just laughed. I wish they would've just killed me." Nash started crying again but I expected that to happen. I just held him and let him cry on me until he fell asleep.

Someone like Nash shouldn't have to go through that but I just shook it off. I sighed and pulled us both under the covers before slowly falling asleep myself.
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THIS CHAPTER IS VERY TRIGGERING TO SOME!
TRIGGER(S): EATING DISORDER, BULIMIA, SELF HATRED.

Michael's POV

I was always the first one to wake up. My eyes traveled across the room to see that Taylor was still asleep, thank god he seems to be a deep sleeper. I silently tip toed into our bathroom and locked the door behind me. I took off all of my clothes and just looked at myself in the mirror. It's been 4 hours and 32 minutes since I purged and I don't think I can go another minute. My shaky hands turned on the faucet, making it roar with a harsh water stream, making enough sound to go over me.

My promise to Luke just went out the door as I got down on my knees.

I could feel tears prickling at my eyes but I just wiped them away. I don't need to cry. I don't need anyone's pity, especially not my own. I took a deep breath and grabbed my old toothbrush ,that I use just for this, and pressed it against my gag reflex.

It took a couple of times before everything I ate that night came back up. It wasn't much since Luke was watching me like a hawk the whole night making it almost impossible to purge. Once I was done I flushed the toilet and cleaned my toothbrush off. Then I hid it in its special place before getting my regular toothbrush and brushed my teeth and rinsed so the smell wouldn't be in my mouth. I took one last look at myself before pulling out three things.

Orange juice and two cotton balls and a small plastic cup.

I wiped my eyes roughly as more tears fell from my eyes. I did not want pity, especially from myself. I will not pity myself. I will not cry for myself like a wimp. I will be skinny, no matter what.

I put my clothes back on before letting out a sniffle. I took a deep breath before pouring some oj into the small cup. My hands picked up one cotton ball and dipped it in the oj. I let it stay in for a while so it could soak up as much as possible before taking it out and looking at myself in the mirror. My eyes adverted down as I stuck the cotton ball in my mouth and swallowed it slowly. I repeated my actions again until I was done. I cleaned everything up and wiped my eyes once more.

I looked back at myself. Could I even say that anymore? The person starring back at me isn't me. That's a monster. I've let it take me alive. I can't help but do anything it tells me to. I don't even try anymore.

When I finally was done in the bathroom I was met with a disappointed Luke. Shit.

Luke's POV

I always love to surprise my baby when he comes from his normal morning jog. When I snuck into his room I knew he was already gone so I just made his bed and sat down.

20 minutes had passed.

Where the fuck is he? He's usually back by now. What if something bad happened to him? What if someone bad found him? Fuck what if he's old pimp found him?

'Luke you need to calm the fuck down.' My brain hissed and I knew it was right but I couldn't help it. What if my baby needs me? I just need to chill out. That's it. I nodded to myself and moved swiftly, not wanting to wake Taylor up. I have a feeling that he's afraid of me but I'm going to deal with that later. Now it's all about Michael.

When I walked up to the bathroom door, my heart dropped to my stomach. My gut made flips and turns oh god I felt like I was going to be sick. I could hear Michael talking to himself. Why would he think that way about himself? Doesn't he know that he's perfect?

When the door opened I did my best not to cry.

"You promised," was all that I could get out.

Michael's eyes looked down and I forced them to look into mine. "I break my promises all the time Luke. You should know by now not to believe them." He choked out. I could see that this was killing him as much as it was killing me.

All I could do was nod. It took a couple of minutes for me to say something.

"Really Michael?! I don't know what to do! Your such a fuck up, I can't even leave you alone for the night!" I hissed.

I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth. I could see the tears in his eyes. I really fucked up...again. Michael looked down at the floor before letting out a sniffle.

"Well if that's how you feel then there's no reason to keep trying." Michael said softly before leaving me, standing there with my mouth agape.

I lost him. I actually lost him.

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