I opened my eyes, finding myself in the middle of Mike's bed, alone. His towel wasn't in here, and I heard the water running. I stretched and yawned before pulling his comforter back up to my chin and nuzzling my face into his pillow, taking in the scent of cigarettes and his cologne. It was a Saturday at the end of January and Mike had work in the morning, so I just stayed in bed all day.

The door opened and Mike came in with a towel around his waist, his eyes falling on me, "The beast has awoken. You pushed me out of bed last night."

I laughed and yawned again, "I told you that if you didn't come to bed with me I was going to take over." He dropped his towel and pulled on a pair of black briefs, adjusting himself in them so he wouldn't stick to his leg. My eyes landed on his wrist, seeing a faint tint of red, "Michael."

"Yes, baby?" He looked over after running the towel over his head.

"Come over here, please," I said softly while sitting up, letting the comforter fall into my lap. He sat on the edge of he bed and I grabbed his left arm, inspecting it. "What is that?" I asked when I saw something red on one of his scars.

"Your stupid lipstick got on my towel somehow," he showed me the towel with bright red stains on it. "I guess it managed to get on my arm." I just looked at him, "Cassandra, I'm telling the truth."

"I believe you," I kissed his cheek. "I miss you."

He rolled his eyes and put his head in my lap, looking up at me, "I've been right here for the past couple years, Cass."

"That's not what I mean," I laughed.

"I know it's not," he smiled. "I miss being in you."

"Do you really have to say it like that?" I crinkled up my nose.

"What would you like me to say? I miss fucking you? I miss your tight, little pussy? I miss the way you moan my name? Those faces you make when I hit the right spot?" I groaned and he chuckled, "The way you claw at my back and bite me… I can go on forever."

"Stop, asshole," I whined.

"You love me," he smirked and leaned up, propping his elbows on my thighs and then kissing me. It was an awkward position, like in spiderman. I sunk my teeth into his bottom lip, "Ow, Cass."

I laughed when I pulled my mouth away, "Sorry, does your piercing still hurt?"

"Now it does," he grumbled and stood up. "I can't believe you slept the whole time I was at work."

I shrugged, "I'm a tired person."

"Obviously," he laughed. "We have the house to ourselves, you know… It's kind of warm outside, about 70 degrees, if you want it to be like old times." He pulled a pack of cigarettes out from the pair of jeans he wore today and threw it on the bed.

I gnawed on my lip; as much as I wanted to act the way we used to, I knew if Mike saw me topless he'd catch on. "I don't know, Mikey. Don't you think that it's going to make us want to do things we can't do… you know…"

"Cass, I love your boobs but just because they're out doesn't mean I'm going to pop a boner," he rolled his eyes. "Come on, babe," he smiled and grabbed the bottom of my shirt, giving it a tug.

I glared, "I don't think it's a good idea."

"Baby," he whined and pulled it up a bit.

I pushed my arms down, "Mike, no."

"Pwease," he pouted and pulled on it more. I groaned and moved my arms to push on his, which ended up giving him enough time to pull the shirt up and see my ribs. He let go of my shirt, his face draining of color, "Cassandra."


I hung my head, not knowing what to expect from him. I knew I was going to break down crying if I looked at him. I was a mere 86 pounds. I was a bag of bones. I didn't even feel good about it anymore. It became part of my life and I didn't know how to stop it, and now I was ashamed and embarrassed in front of the love of my life.

"Take your clothes off. Now," he said firmly. I didn't move and he grabbed my arms and held them in the air, then slipped my shirt off me. I felt his fingers brush against my protruding rib cage. "What did you do to yourself…" he mumbled and dropped to his knees, scanning over my torso.

I lifted my head to look at him, his eyes were filled with tears, his mouth hanging open. He wouldn't take his hands off my ribs. "Why Cassie? Why would you do this? Why would you lie to me?" He stared into my eyes, tears now falling from his.

"I wanted to be beautiful," I said in a whisper. "I just wanted to be skinny again, but I couldn't stop. I hate myself more than ever."

He pulled me into his chest and held me against him, "Oh, baby, you've always been beautiful."

"I wanted to hide it from you as long as I could," I said while resting my head on his shoulder. "I didn't want you to know. I didn't want you to worry."

"You could die from this, Cass," he pulled himself from me and sat me back on the bed. "Can you please take your sweatpants off?"

I stood up and pulled them down my legs, stepping out of them. I stood in front of him fully exposed, in just a small pair of underwear, crying my eyes out.

"Jesus Christ," Mike mumbled to himself while staring at me. "You're literally a skeleton."

"Just break up with me. I'm disgusting. I'm not the girl you fell in love with. I already hate myself, Mike. I can handle it," I said while wiping my eyes.

"Stop it," he said and grabbed onto my shoulders softly. "I'm not leaving you. I love you, this doesn't change anything. You're not disgusting - you're still as beautiful as ever to me, Cassie, but you need help. Now that I know about this I refuse to sit on the sidelines and watch you turn into bones." He kissed me softly, "Am I mad at you? I'm fucking furious. I can't believe you'd do this to yourself, let alone hide it from me and make up lies… but that isn't important. You helped me through my struggles, and I'm going to be by your side to help you through yours."


I practically melted into his arms, feeling my knees becoming weak. He picked me up and placed my back onto the bed. He hovered over me and wiped under my eyes with his thumbs. He kissed my lips softly once again and then trailed soft kisses down my neck, barely touching my skin. He kissed down my chest, over my ribs softly, as if he didn't want to hurt me, and then down to my hip bones. He then kissed back up me, kissing the tears off my face.

"Stop crying, baby. Let me make you feel beautiful," he whispered and kissed my nose. I sniffled as he slid my underwear down my legs, a small moan coming out as he ran his fingers over me.

"Mikey," I said softly.

"Shh," he pressed his lips to mine. "I'm going to make you feel like a million bucks; just relax."

I just shut my mouth and let him carry on. His hand just teased me as he kissed all over my body. My tears stopped falling, my breathing started to regulate. I'd let out small moans when he'd kiss certain areas, or make me think that he was going to do more than just touch me with his fingertips. He stopped touching me and rested his hands lightly on my hip bones, ten pushed my thighs apart and kissed the inside of them. He kissed all over my bikini line, then made his way to the spot that wanted him the most. He pressed a kiss to my clit, then right over my slit. His tongue came out afterwards, trailing it up and down that sensitive area. I groaned and ran my hands through his damp hair. I missed the feeling of him going down on me. This was all I needed right now. He slipped two fingers into me, curling them and pressing against the perfect spot, making his name fall out from my lips. I felt him smile against me as I called his name out. It had been about a month since Mike and I had done anything, and I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold back. He flicked his tongue against my clit and curled his fingers in me again, and I felt my orgasm hit me. I came all over his fingers and he pulled them out of me, licking them clean with his tongue.

"We're going to fix you, baby," he pressed his forehead against mine. "And we're starting with In-N-Out, so get dressed and ready to eat at least two burgers."


Mike wasn't lying when he said I was going to be eating at least two. I had already eaten three burgers and almost two things of fries. He had also gotten me a huge milkshake. I was going to throw up the world later today, I knew I wouldn't be able to handle all this.

"Mikey, I feel like if I eat anymore I'm going to bust," I whined as I took one of my fries and dipped it in the little bit of strawberry milkshake I had left.

"Finish your fries and then you can be done," he smiled as he took one from me.

I groaned and shoved about eight in my mouth, just trying to make them disappear, "I'm going to vomit."

"I'll tape your mouth shut," he chuckled.

"That's disgusting," I glared and pushed the fries away. "I can't do this! Eat them! Get them out of my life!" I rubbed my stomach, I looked like I was about four months pregnant. "I have a food baby. Mike, I feel gross."

He shrugged and took the fries, "That's going to become your life until you start gaining weight again."

"I'm going to die of a heart attack if you make me eat like this," I laughed.

"You're going to be eating pasta with every meal to fatten your ass up," he smirked. "Carbs on carbs on carbs."

I rolled my eyes, "Can we leave? If I sit in here any longer and smell food I'm seriously going to puke inside your car."

He cringed and stood up, throwing our trash away. I stood up and groaned… I was so full it hurt to move. I held my hand out and whined and he shook his head and laced his fingers in mine, then walked me out to the car. I rested my head on the window as he drove home. He sang along to some Green Day song that came on the radio, and I just tried to drown out the world. I couldn't believe he had caught me, and more so, I couldn't believe he was going to stay by my side through this. He pulled up in my driveway and I turned and looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

"What are we doing here?" I asked, confused.

He cut the engine off, "Telling your mother."

"Mikey, no," I whined as he unlocked the doors of the Camaro and opened his.

He shook his head, "She has a right to know. You're her child, Cass. I'm going to try my hardest to help you kick your problem to the curb, but you need more help than just me."

"She's going to want me to go to a psychiatrist… I don't want to go!" I grabbed his hand, "I don't want to tell her."

"If you don't tell her, I will."

Notes

So the secret is out.
How's her mom going to react?
Is Mike really going to help her?
Cassie's Outfit

Thank you everyone for all the feedback!
You guys are amazing!

I wanted to say, this story once it is finished will have a sequel.
It's already planned out and everything - I'm just not sure where I'm ending this.
There's still many, many chapters to come, and obstacles for the couple to face.

This will probably be the last update until this weekend.
Sam's Town will be updated Friday.


I also wanted to say - eating disorders are extremely serious things. As someone who is almost two years clean of anorexia, I can tell you first hand that they are just as life threatening as self inflicted pain. There is a huge epidemic of eating disorders of all sorts (not just the ones to make you skinny) going on in our world today. If you or anyone you know is dealing with weight problems and you want to control it and think that an eating disorder is the answer, find help. It is something that you can control at first, and then it becomes a psychological problem and your mind and body begin to work against you and just make you deteriorate away. I went from being 110 pounds at age 14 to 84 pounds at age 15. I thought I could handle it and recover on my own until I passed out in the middle of Washington DC with my father due to not eating for 3 days. I was sixteen at the time, and had to admit to my parents what I had been doing to myself behind their backs. They were devastated. Right before my 17 birthday I was able to start eating three meals a day before feeling sick, and two years later I have fully recovered and I've even got a little bit of cushion on me at 115 pounds, almost 19 years old. It is extremely serious and is something that will haunt you for the rest of your life. If anyone is struggling and needs someone to talk to, feel free to send me a message. Don't let this take over your life. Everyone is beautiful - no matter what body shape you are. The most important thing is to be healthy… talk to your doctor about what YOU should weigh, not people of your age or your height, YOU. xoxo