dolan twin daddy imagines - 2

bulimic//e.d

TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of anorexia nervosa and bulimia nervosa :(

AN// again, im so sorry these requests are taking so long, ive got the rest of this book, well, requested out, so that being said, i wont be taking any requests for this book anymore :( if you've already requested something, its coming, i promise!! but no more, im sorry guys :( i love you xx

(third person pov)

"You have to eat something!" Alyssa laughed. Emmerson shook her head. "Can I have it then?" Emmerson nodded, pushing her food towards her best friend.

"What about chocolate?" her other friend asked. Emmerson sighed. "C'mon Em, I know you want it," she taunted, waving it in front of her face. Emmerson sunk in her seat.

"I literally don't."

Some other kid in the cafeteria grabbed it and ate it. Emmerson smiled and sat back up.

"Aren't you hungry- bruh, you never eat." Emmerson shrugged and took a sip of her water.

"Emmerson's, like, anorexic or something." Her head whipped around to see who was talking. Hanz. "But not really- she's basically anorexic."

"How's she not?" Carl asked. "She's basically anorexic."

Emmerson watched them with a frown.

"Because anorexics are like- super skinny?" Hanz said. Emmerson's face fell completely. He thought she was fat? She looked down at herself as her friends laughed around her.

"I have to pee," she mumbled, standing.

"Want me to come?" Isla asked. Emmerson shook her head and headed to the washroom alone. She ran the last part there, not even paying attention as she headed straight for the first door, already having to throw up. She was glad about that, she didn't like using her fingers.

"Woah," Hanz said, stopping as Em flushed the toilet, turning as she wiped at her mouth. "You are, like, anorexic."

"What-" she looked around. She was in the boy's bathroom. She turned back to him, thankful no one else was in the bathroom with them. Just her luck, she was stuck in the boy's bathroom with her crush after he'd seen her most literally throw up.

"Why are you-"

"I'm not anorexic," she defended, going to wash her hands quickly to get out of there. "I eat a lot."

"You literally don't."

"I literally do- you don't see the amount I eat at home, that's why I'm so fat." She dried her hands off on her jeans and he looked down at her, giving her body a once over. She shut her eyes.

Stupid Hanz Louis III.

"You're not fat?"

"You literally said I was, not even ten minutes ago." He frowned. "You said-"

"I didn't?" Emmerson sighed, shaking her head. He grabbed her arm and the butterflies returned to her stomach. Her and her stupid crush. "I don't think you're fat- no one thinks you're fat."

"I do."

"Well, I don't." She rolled her eyes and walked out of the boy's bathroom, shaking her head.

Now she looked like an idiot. Like an anorexic freak. And that was the last thing she thought before she collapsed, walking back to the cafeteria.

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"What?"

"Her eating behaviour should be questioned, Ethan." Emmerson pushed herself up and frowned to see her dad's hand on her knee, his wedding band gleaming. She looked around. She was in a doctor's office.