•Listen up MTAM Fans! I have a very important authors note at the end explaining your confusion.•
Today's Song- Steal My Girl by One Direction
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"Who dd that to you? Who hurt my baby?" Dylan asked, eyes wide with tears. I just looked down, unwilling to answer his questions.
"It's not important right now. I have to be strong. For me. For all of us. You have to respect me and my space. You can't just go jumping into this." I said. I have made my decision.
Of course, I was never going to fully be better. The insanity will never fade. The voices will never be silenced. My cries at how fat I am. How worthless. But I have to for them.
"Take me downstairs. You guys better have something good to eat." I grumbled and Damon whisked me into his arms to carry me down the massive spiral staircase to our high tech kitchen.
"What do you want, darling? I can make a three course meal, perhaps? That would be perfect." He said, excited to cook for me. Dylan started grabbing out supplies and I put my hand up, my stomach doing cartwheels.
"I said take it slow. Just make me a sandwich. Please. It's always the worst when I haven't eaten." I said, they looked a little disappointed, but it finally faded.
"Anything for you, baby doll." Dylan said, returning things and grabbing the sandwich stuff out. Damon sat me on the counter and stepped between my legs, peppering my face with kisses.
"I'm so happy you want to try for me, for us." He said, joy filling his eyes. Dylan pulled out three foot long buns and I shook my head.
"Dylan, I can't stomach half of that." I said. He nodded and Damon handed him a knife from the knife block. He cut it in half and started piling his and Damon's sandwiches with meat and cheese.
"What do you like on your sandwich, darling?" Damon asked, pecking my nose with a kiss.
"Umm, Black Forest ham, pepper jack cheese, pickles, banana peppers, and ranch dressing." I stated off everything is eat on a sub sandwich. It sounded the lest bit appetizing. Everything sounded that way. But I was going to eat.
"Here you go. Made with all your weird requests." Dylan makes a funny face and hands me my sandwich. I giggle and hesitantly take a bite. It tastes delicious. I swallow and immediately go for a second.
It was never that I didn't like food. Food makes fat. And fat makes ugly, I was always taught. I finished up my sandwich and thanked Dylan.
"It tasted great Dylan I-" I hopped off the counter and into a restroom that was beautiful, but didn't have much time to admire the scenery because I puked my lunch into the toilet. I groaned and placed my head in my hands when I felt two comforting hands on my back.
"You'll eventually be able to keep it down doll. I promise." Dylan said. I nodded. No reason to slump around.
Jumping up and out the bathroom I looked around the first floor before descending to the second, my mates hot on my trail.
They were mumbling things about how I was adorable and theirs, no one could steal me away. Awe. I blushed.
Once upstairs, I saw the bedroom door, and a few other doors. One was a guest room, another was a game room. The third, though, I glanced in and couldn't believe my eyes.
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Comment your ideal sub sandwich. (That's my ideal and it's great try it some time.)
Anorexia is a real thing. Real people suffer from it everyday. It is serious, and the road to recovery is long and hard. I felt that by doing so many damaged things to Julie, you all Gould relate to her better. Not saying everyone is anorexic and what not, but she is a more relatable character. Self harm and depression are serious things.
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!ALSO!
I have received wind that someone is copying my plot line. Look, I don't own werewolf. It is uncontrollable, but please. You want to write a book about twin mates or whatever, knock yourself out. You wanna write a book about broken girls, knock yourself out. But please respect me and don't write about a girl who has an alpha who is a rapist with twin mates that force her to move in with sibling issues GAH you get the jest. Please, just don't.
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