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Finns POV:

I was shocked that y/n just freaked out like that. I had never seen her so angry. I decided to get up off my bed and plug in my phone. Then I walked down stairs after closing my bedroom door. I wasn't in the mood to eat a meal with y/n. I hated her! I hated her so much! Not only did she break my heart when we were younger but she is the reason why I almost died! My parents are always saying that we were only 12 and I need to get over it but I can't!

I walked down stairs and walked into the dinning room. I sat down at the only available seat that happened to be next to y/n ugh! Then my mom put a scoop of Mac and cheese on everyone's plates. I was really hungry so I began to eat. I noticed y/n wasn't really eating and I didn't understand why, the food was great. She took a few bites at a time and only looked at the food.

My mom went to get everyone some pie and my dad went to the bathroom. I looked at y/n who had badly ate anything during the hour of dinner.

"You good?" I asked her with a snarky look on my face. She didn't look up from her food.

"I'm fine." She said quietly.

"Do you not like the food?" I asked her. My tone was a little rude, but I didn't feel like being kind to her.

"No it's good. I'm just not hungry." She told me. I looked at her. Her long hair was covering her face.

Then my mom walked into the room with the pie.

"May I be excused?" Y/n asked my mom.

"Yes of course dear." My mom replied. Then I noted y/n got out of her seat and grabbed her dish and too it into the kitchen. I heared the facet running then it stoped. I say y/n walk up the stairs in a fast pace. My mom looked upset and concerned as she looked away from y/n and back at the pie.

I was so confused. Why didn't y/n eat much and why did my mom seam upset? I was already ready for her parents to come back home.

Y/n pov:

After I got upstairs I felt sick. The food was really good I just couldn't keep it down. I ran to the bathroom room and began throwing up in the toilet. I felt awful because I didn't want to hurt Marty's feelings. Her food was amazing it was just my parents I missed them and I haven't been eating.

I threw up everything I ate for the past two days. And I felt even worse. My body felt week and tired.

After about me being in the bathroom I heared a knock on the door. Then it swung open. (Wow I think people don't know that knocking means wait for a response) Finn looked at me. He didn't look disgusted instead he looked sorry.

"Are you ok?" He asked me.

"I'm fi-" I said but he cut me off.

"Don't give me those lies! Your not fine your throwing up and god you look skinny! When was the last time you ate a meal and didn't vomit it up after?" He asked in a concerned but angry voice.

I didn't know what to tell him... Honeslty it's been 2 weeks. "I-" I couldn't finish the sentence I began to cry.

~Finns pov:

She started to cry and I didn't know what to do. I felt sorry for her, I guess. I looked her up and down as she cried. I felt uncomfortable as she balled her eyes out. I honestly didn't know how to comfort her so I walked over to her and gently hugged her. She looked up at me and I wiped away her tears with my thumb.

Her crying stoped and she looked at me, our eyes met. We were staring into each others eyes. I felt wierd something I swore I'd never feel again! I broke the stare and stood up off the floor.

"If your done throwing up my moms dinner you should Probally clean your self up." I said heartlessly and walked out of the bathroom.

~Y/n POV:

I was left alone on the bathroom floor now know what to feel. I felt abandoned again and alone. He was right though I should clean myself up.

I turned on the faucet and waited till the water turned warm. Then I splashed some water on my face before walking to my bedroom.

When I got to my bedroom I noticed a piece of paper on my bed that was laminated. I read it,

Rules:
1.Don't talk to me outside of the house
2.were not friends I hate you
3.were friends in front of my parents
4.if I have a friend over you stay away
5.know you're place
6.remember I don't forgive you
7.don't tell on me
8.STAY OUT OF MY ROOM

What an ass! He really took the time to rewrite this and laminate it! I decided to put the paper on my desk, so that Finn would stop wasting paper.

Then I walked over to my closet and picked out a pair of pajamas. I decided to wear black lace undergarments, with an over sized hoody that went down to my knees.

Then I walked back to the bathroom and closed the door. I undressed and turned on the shower. I really enjoyed hot water. It felt good on my smooth skin. I began to wash my long hair then I washed my body. I needed to shave but in all honesty I've been avoiding my razor lately.

I've been clean for about one week and I didn't want to mess it up again. I wanted to stay clean this time, but I didn't know if I was strong enough.

Then I sat in the shower for a little bit and left my thoughts attack me. I was so confused on Finns behavior. Why the rules? And why come comfort me if your just gonna be rude again? Did he put those rules on my bed before dinner, or when I was throwing up? I got lost in my thoughts for awhile than I began to cry. Damn I missed my parents. Even though I was still depressed when they were here at least I didn't have to live with someone who hated me.

My shower water went cold so I turned it off and grabbed my towel that was from earlier. It was fully dry now so it felt nice and warm. After I dried off and moisturized I put on my light blue robe as I washed my face and did my skin care routine. Then I hung up my towel and robe after I changed into my oversized hoody and black lace undergarments. I then left the bathroom and I walked back to my bedroom.

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