A Match Into Water

Vic had got the all clear, he was allowed to return home.

As we arrived outside Vic's home the door flew open and Mike ran towards us with open arms.

Mike grabbed Vic's bag out of my hand and guided me inside while I aided Vic as his balance wasn't fully restored just yet.

As we walked into the house there was a strong smell of mexican food that Mike was cooking for us....I hadn't eaten in a four days and I wasn't going to start now, I need to loose weight. I need to be thinner.

"Mike, I'm just going to take Vic upstairs to his room"

"I'm fine I can go myself, you grab some food with Mike" Vic replied looking me straight in the eye.

My eyes widened at the thought of consuming food "No it's fine I've already ate, come on lets get you upstairs"

Vic gave me a concerned look before agreeing.

I helped Vic to his bedroom...his room had a beautiful acoustic guitar placed on his wall. He sat down onto his double bed then laid back, he grabbed my hand pulled me beside him.

I lay safely in his arms as he sighed deeply.

"Baby are you ok? You seem a bit on edge" Vic asked me in a soft comforting tone of voice.

"I'm fine. I'm just worried about you, how fragile you are" I replied hiding the truth.

"Darling I am not fragile, don't worry about me" He pulled me in closer to him as he finished speaking.

There was a knock at the door, slowly Mike opened the door carrying a tray of tacos in with him.

"I erm made you some tacos Vic, I know there your favourite" Mike was shy at first but slowly began to speak louder as he grew a bit more confident.

I was horrified to see there was two plates not just one.

"Aw Mike! Thank you so much....I will cook for you tomorrow ok?" Vic had a huge smile spread across his face showing of the cute tiny tooth that he had.

"No you can't cook Vic. I will cook for you and Mike for the rest of the week" I spoke in an assertive tone of voice to show there will be no exceptions made.

Vic pulled a face a nodded his head in agreement.

"Thank you Alisha!" Mike flashed me a smile before handing the tray to Vic and exiting the room closing the door behind him.

Oh my! It smelt so good however nice food meant calories and fat...this is something I can possibly eat.

Vic handed me a plate with 2 tacos on that were filled to the very top with delicious mexican spices.

"Mmmm, this is delicious! Try them, they are to die for" Vic took a bite of this taco as I watched some filling fall out.

I picked up a taco off the plate and looked at it for a few minuets, how much fat and calories I was about to consume.

I took a deep breath and took a bite, it was the nicest taco I've ever had!

I quickly ate the first taco then ate the other by the time I had ate my first Vic had already finished.

After I ate them I felt a fast sense of regret and instantly felt the taco turn to fat. I took the tray downstairs with the plates on it and placed them into the dish washer.

As I made my way upstairs I checked to see if anyone was in the bathroom. I opened the door, closing it after me and placed myself on the floor next to the toilet.

I lifted up the lid and braced myself for I was going to do something I hadn't done in a long time. I was ready to purge. This way Vic won't know that I'm not eating now it was the perfect solution!

Just as I had started throwing up I saw the door fly open, my heart stopped as I couldn't look over to see who was standing beside me they only gasped and held back my hair while I finished being sick.

I began to cry as I saw who was stood before me.......

Notes

So Vic has returned home safe and sound!!!

Cliff-hanger!!!

Who found Alisha...Mike or Vic???

What will happen next?


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