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"Why do you have a weighing machine in your room?"

I choked on the water I was drinking, quickly dropping the glass and wiping at my eyes. I looked at Daniel's worried face before shrugging. 

"I'm gonna have to take it" he stated and I looked at him, feeling my head prod.

"Why?" 

"Because I don't see why you should be watching your weight anymore, Cee, you've lost enough weight from all those times you've been starving yourself that even medications couldn't restore them!" his eyes were wild.

"Do you even have any idea what I weigh now?" I laughed painfully " I weigh over 6o, Daniel, over 60!" 

"And so?!" 

"I'm fat, literally fucking fat!" I pushed my food aside, feeling tears well up in my eyes.

He stood from his seat and walked up to me, holding my shoulders and staring into my eyes "Listen, you're not fat. You've never been and you arent now"

I shook my head, brushing his hands off my shoulder "Okay maybe I'm not fat but I'm overweight"

He ran a hand through his hair "You're gonna make me do what I don't wanna do"

"What? Take me back to therapy?" I dared to ask.

The look on his face told me I was right.

"Absolutely fucking great!" I exclaimed sarcastically. Bradley walked down the stairs, his steps cautious as he realised how much he was invading. Grabbing my phone from the table, I headed for the door.

"I'm not going back to therapy!" I yelled before slamming the door shut.

***
I had texted Jay, telling him how much I needed him at the moment and he was there in ten minutes, his arms wrapped around my shoulders with my head buried in his chest, he stroked my hair continuously as he mumbled sweet words to me. Tears broke out of my eyes and I pulled away in an attempt not to wet his shirt but he pulled me back into him. 

My heart ached and I hugged him harder. Realising that we were in somewhere public, he offered to take me to his house and I agreed.  All the way over, his kept his hand closely attached to mine as he drew circles on my palm. Pulling up at his house, he held my hand all the way up to his room and sat on his bed before pulling me into his laps and hugging me again.

"Wanna talk about it?" he asked after several minutes of silence.

"I don't wanna go back to therapy" I responded and he kissed my head, remaining silent.

"I cant help but feel like I'm still fat, you know?" 

I felt him let out a breath and bring my right hand up so he could kiss my fingers "You were never fat, Cait"
I shook my head

"And no matter what you weigh, I need you to know that I'll still accept you all the same" his words were an attempt to comfort me but it wasn't working.

"I don't need therapy" I mumbled

"Buty you still think you're fat when you're not" 

"So do you suggest that I go?" I pulled away to look at his face.

He reached up and brushed my hair away from his face " I don't wanna make the same mistakes I made the last time, I supported your decisions and you ended up in the hospital"

"But you were okay with my decisions" 

"I wasn't, I just wanted to make you happy" he rested his forehead on mine, kissing my lips softly. When he pulled away, I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him back, pressing my lips to his. He tasted sweet and salty as I plunged my tongue into his mouth, his hand rested on my waist as they slwily trailed up and down. His mouth moved away from mine, landing on my jaw, on my neck as he mumbled my name continuously. I was in ecstasy.

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