Let Love Bleed Red
I Still Think You're Beautiful
I woke up with and smiled happily. I wouldn't be surprised if i went the entire night with one plastered across my face. Vic's muscular arms were wrapped protectively around my waist, his face burried in my neck. I turned my head a watched his sleeping figure. How did i get so lucky? I ran my fingers through his silky brown hair, stopping abruptly when he shifted his spot.
"Good morning, Kells." He mumbled into my neck sending a shiver down my spine at the vibrations. I felt Vic smirk against my neck before he placed a loving kiss on it.
He sat up and stretched, giving me an amazing view of his toned arms and chest. His tan skin seemed so unflawed, simply perfect.
"Let's get up, babe. I think Mike went out so we have the entire house to ourselves." Vic stated as he crawled out of bed and walked over to his dresser. I watched Vic intently as he got dressed, infatuated by every movement he made.
"I don't wanna." I whined, lying back down. I heard Vic laugh at my childness before the warmth of his comforter was ripped off my almost naked body. I shrieked loudly, shivering at the sudden temperature drop. Vic laughed once again before returning to his dresser. He pulled out a pair of my black skinny jeans and an American Flag tank top. I smiled gratefully before slipping on the clothing.
I sighed at how loosely they fit me. The jeans were fucking girls pants and the shirt was a medium in girls, but they still were too big. Of course i had no one to blame but myself, i was the complete reason i couldn't fit into anything. I had started to get better little by little. At that time i was at least 10 pounds more than i was. It was still hard not to find myself utterly disgusting but i was doing it for Vic. He was my motivation to get better and to continue waking up in the morning.
"You okay?" Vic asked, worry lacing his features. He walked over to me and put his hands on my boney hips. I looked down at my feet but was forced to look up when Vic placed two fingers under my chin to make me look at him. He had an almost pleading look on his face, wanting me to open up and express my feelings to him badly.
"I'm wearing fucking girls clothes and they're still too big!" I groaned. "I'm fucking sick of not being able to fit into anything! I'm disgusting! Everything sticks out and i'm skinnier than girls 5 years younger than me! It's gross!" I yelled, tears of frustration welling up in my eyes. A few slipped down my cheeks but were quickly wiped away by Vic's thumb.
"Look at me." Vic ordered softly. I looked up, my bottom lip quivering as more tears cascaded down my face. Two tan hands were placed on either side of my head, making me look at the man in front of me. "You are not disgusting nor gross. Okay? You are the most beautiful most cutest person i've ever met and i love you so much. I agree, you're way too skinny. But you're getting better and you're not alone. I'm gonna be right there holding your hand every step of the way. I will not allow this to continue to control you're life. Now, stop crying and come downstairs with me. I'll make us pancakes and we can watch a movie. Sound good?" Vic said before wiping away the last of my tears. I nodded and smiled before i wrapped my arms around his neck.
"What did i ever do to deserve you?" I whispered. I felt Vic grin widely against my head, kissing me deeply when we pulled away.
I followed Vic down the stairs and sat on a stool in the kitchen. I watched as Vic made pancakes from scratch, trying to distract myself from the nerves that were tingling inside me. Before i know it, Vic's eagerly placing a plate of two pancakes in front of me. I look down at them and gulp thickly. They smell so good. I had to stop myself from stuffing my face.
"Go ahead, try em." Vic smiled encouragingly. I took a deep breathe before i cut into the steaming pancakes. I shakily brought the fork to my mouth and did everything in my power to not cry.
For Vic.
I enclosed my mouth on the fake, my eyes widening at the amazing flavour. This was my first time eating pancakes since i was little, so i coudn't remember how good they tasted. I eagerly dipped my fork and knife back into the plate dozens of times before my plate was empty. Vic smiled proudly at the fact that i ate an entire plate of food. I smiled too until seering pain shot through my stomach making tears well up in my eyes.
"Shhh, you're okay." Vic hushed me as i cried because of the pain. He was comfortingly rubbing my stomach, doing so until the aching passed. "I'm so proud of you for eating that entire plate, baby!" He exclaimed quietly. I smiled slightly and nodded. I will get better.
Nothing can stop me.
"Good morning, Kells." He mumbled into my neck sending a shiver down my spine at the vibrations. I felt Vic smirk against my neck before he placed a loving kiss on it.
He sat up and stretched, giving me an amazing view of his toned arms and chest. His tan skin seemed so unflawed, simply perfect.
"Let's get up, babe. I think Mike went out so we have the entire house to ourselves." Vic stated as he crawled out of bed and walked over to his dresser. I watched Vic intently as he got dressed, infatuated by every movement he made.
"I don't wanna." I whined, lying back down. I heard Vic laugh at my childness before the warmth of his comforter was ripped off my almost naked body. I shrieked loudly, shivering at the sudden temperature drop. Vic laughed once again before returning to his dresser. He pulled out a pair of my black skinny jeans and an American Flag tank top. I smiled gratefully before slipping on the clothing.
I sighed at how loosely they fit me. The jeans were fucking girls pants and the shirt was a medium in girls, but they still were too big. Of course i had no one to blame but myself, i was the complete reason i couldn't fit into anything. I had started to get better little by little. At that time i was at least 10 pounds more than i was. It was still hard not to find myself utterly disgusting but i was doing it for Vic. He was my motivation to get better and to continue waking up in the morning.
"You okay?" Vic asked, worry lacing his features. He walked over to me and put his hands on my boney hips. I looked down at my feet but was forced to look up when Vic placed two fingers under my chin to make me look at him. He had an almost pleading look on his face, wanting me to open up and express my feelings to him badly.
"I'm wearing fucking girls clothes and they're still too big!" I groaned. "I'm fucking sick of not being able to fit into anything! I'm disgusting! Everything sticks out and i'm skinnier than girls 5 years younger than me! It's gross!" I yelled, tears of frustration welling up in my eyes. A few slipped down my cheeks but were quickly wiped away by Vic's thumb.
"Look at me." Vic ordered softly. I looked up, my bottom lip quivering as more tears cascaded down my face. Two tan hands were placed on either side of my head, making me look at the man in front of me. "You are not disgusting nor gross. Okay? You are the most beautiful most cutest person i've ever met and i love you so much. I agree, you're way too skinny. But you're getting better and you're not alone. I'm gonna be right there holding your hand every step of the way. I will not allow this to continue to control you're life. Now, stop crying and come downstairs with me. I'll make us pancakes and we can watch a movie. Sound good?" Vic said before wiping away the last of my tears. I nodded and smiled before i wrapped my arms around his neck.
"What did i ever do to deserve you?" I whispered. I felt Vic grin widely against my head, kissing me deeply when we pulled away.
I followed Vic down the stairs and sat on a stool in the kitchen. I watched as Vic made pancakes from scratch, trying to distract myself from the nerves that were tingling inside me. Before i know it, Vic's eagerly placing a plate of two pancakes in front of me. I look down at them and gulp thickly. They smell so good. I had to stop myself from stuffing my face.
"Go ahead, try em." Vic smiled encouragingly. I took a deep breathe before i cut into the steaming pancakes. I shakily brought the fork to my mouth and did everything in my power to not cry.
For Vic.
I enclosed my mouth on the fake, my eyes widening at the amazing flavour. This was my first time eating pancakes since i was little, so i coudn't remember how good they tasted. I eagerly dipped my fork and knife back into the plate dozens of times before my plate was empty. Vic smiled proudly at the fact that i ate an entire plate of food. I smiled too until seering pain shot through my stomach making tears well up in my eyes.
"Shhh, you're okay." Vic hushed me as i cried because of the pain. He was comfortingly rubbing my stomach, doing so until the aching passed. "I'm so proud of you for eating that entire plate, baby!" He exclaimed quietly. I smiled slightly and nodded. I will get better.
Nothing can stop me.
update! !!!!
2/27/14