Skinny Love (DreamNotFound)

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TW's:
-Eating disorder
-Small panic attack
-Sligth abuse (mother is just being a bitch and homophobe)

And that's were everything started to go downhill. I panicked so badly that I started hyperventilating and I locked myself in the bathroom. George could just slip in too and we sat down on the ground. He hugged me and kissed my face.

'You can do this, I will give you one serving spoon, okay?'

'I can't.'

'Do you want something else?'

'I only brought crackers with me.'

'You can't eat only crackers.'

'One small serving?'

'Fine. But try and finish that without hiding any food.'

I nodded. 'I will.'

My breathing got back to normal and I just enjoyed sitting with George for a minute. I startled when footsteps on the stairs. George stood up and ran out of the bathroom.

'Stay,' he whispered.

I nodded and I acted like I was on the toilet and closed the door.

'Why aren't you coming, George?'

'Auw, you're hurting me. Clay was on the toilet, I wanted to wait for him.'

'Where did you come from?'

'Not the toilet.'

'Come downstairs right now, everything is getting cold.'

I flushed the toilet and walked out. 'Hi.'

'Come downstairs,' his mum said and walked away.

'Are you okay?'

He nodded, biting his lip. 'She hurt me.'

'What did she hurt?'

'My arm.'

I kissed his whole and arm and grabbed his hand. 'Come, I'm sorry. It's my fault.'

'It isn't, you have an eating disorder, you can't help it if you panic.'

We walked downstairs and I sat down next to the table. George gave me a small serving and I waited for everyone to get ready.

'That's too less, Clay. I didn't make this for nothing.'

'Mum, shut up. I already told you he won't be eating much. I will eat extra.'

'He doesn't need to complain and just eat more.'

'He is not complaining. I told you this.'

'Why would he eat this less?'

'Because I have an eating disorder,' I whispered.

'You don't look you have one.'

'MUM SHUT UP.'

'How dare you speak to me like that?'

'You need to shut up, that's the worst thing you can say to someone with an eating disorder, and you didn't see him without hood- I didn't too.'

'What did you say?'

'Nothing.'

'You saw him without hoodie?'

'I was dressing up and he walked in,' I said.

I knew this was escalating.

'Just don't complain and eat more.'

'He can't!' George screamed.

'Don't scream at me, you little faggot.'

'Why am I suddenly a faggot?'

'Did you enjoy seeing his chest?'

'Mum, can you stop?'

I ate a few bites and finished my meal. George and his mum continued eating in silence until everything to even worse. His mum gave me another serving. I panicked and George got extremely mad.

'NO, WE AREN'T DOING THIS.'

'He needs more.'

'NO, HE DOESN'T.'

'Well, he doesn't have an eating disorder, he looks healthy.'

'But he isn't. Just eat the pasta yourself, I'm leaving,' George said and he grabbed my hand.

'Clay, go upstairs, I need to have a word with George.'

'Go,' George said.

I ran upstairs and listened to the sounds downstairs.

'HE IS CLEARLY GAY AND HE COMPLAINS, WHY IS HE HERE?'

'He isn't gay and even if he was, that's none of your business. And as he said he had an eating disorder. I'm not forcing him to eat more.'

'You should, it's just in his head.'

'An eating disorder is a mental disorder yes.'

'He's is making stuff up.'

'Why are you so mean to him?'

'I don't like people that complain and he acts gay. Have you seen him walking?'

'You can't base it off of that.'

'I can, I don't like you defending a gay guy.'

'HE ISN'T GAY.'

'STAY HERE.'

'No, I have to comfort him, since you broke him. AND I HAVE TO CHECK ON HIM BECAUSE HE MIGHT BE DOING BAD SHIT.'

I went quiet for a little, I heard a slap noise and then George ran upstairs.

'Are you okay?' he asked me.

'Am I okay? You got slapped.'

'It's nothing. Have you purged?'

'I haven't.'

'I am so proud of you.'

'I love you.'

'I love you too.'

He laid on top of me and we started kissing.

'Watch out for your mum,' I whispered.

'I can't care less.'

He deepened the kiss and his hand slowly stroke over my chest. His other hand cupped my face and I grabbed his middle. The kiss was passionated and needed from both sides, but then it happened.

The door opened and Georges mum stepped in. We broke the kiss as fast as possible and Georges arm got grabbed tightly. He got pushed against the wall and hit in his face.

'You're not getting away with this.'

Btw the abuse part is not from my own life! I haven't been abused!!!

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