The Wretched And Divine
This Love Will Never End
ALEX'S POV
I got discharged from the hospital not too long after i woke up, maybe an hour or two. Andy, the doctor who took care of me, and i talked about therapy and an in-patient eating disorder clinic. I wasn't exactly thrilled about either, especially the clinic when i found out i wouldn't be able to see Andy till i was discharged which could takes months, and kept objecting every time Andy began to consider locking me up. I couldn't stand leaving him. If i were to get better, the only way i'd agree to do it is in the comfort of Andy's home with him next to me every step of the way. After a while of my objections they decided to drop it for the time being and let me go home.
I was wrapped up in a blanket on the couch drinking unsweetened tea and watching LA Ink. Andy was in the kitchen making something to eat and i knew there was no way i'd get out of eating it after what happened at school. I was fearful of the conversation i knew was bound to happen sooner or later; the decision to put me in a clinic, therapy, or neither. I wasn't entirely sure which one Andy was leaning towards, but i knew it was definitely not the third option. Andy entered the room holding a bowl of salad with chicken, feta cheese, cucumbers and ceasar dressing. He placed the bowl and a powerade in front of me on the table.
"There you go, eat up." He ordered, sitting down beside me on the couch. I hesitated, tapping my fingers along the heated porcelain of the coffee mug. I wasn't going to lie, the salad look delicious, but it was so hard to bring myself to actually eat it.
"You can do it. It's extremely healthy, barely any fat at all." Andy spoke, his hand rubbing up and down my boney back encouragingly.
"Barely." I scoffed quietly. Andy sighed but remained silent. I sat forward and placed my half empty mug on the table before grabbing the fork in my hand and jabbing it into a piece of chicken. My mouth watered with desire and i internally kicked myself for being so weak. I brought the chicken to my mouth and wrapped my lips around the fork, chewing slowly.
"There you go. You're doing so well baby, i'm so proud of you." Andy cooed. I nodded as a tear ran down my face. I swallowed the chicken before dipping my fork back into the bowl for some salad.
"I hate this." I whimpered. Andy shushed me quietly before placing a kiss on my temple.
"I know baby, i hate having to make you do this." He said, his lips still on my temple.
This is going to be harder than i thought.
"You did amazing baby." Andy smiled. I snuggled deeper into his chest, whimpering loudly when pain shot through my stomach. It felt like a thousand knives were stabbing me all at once.
"Does your stomach hurt?" He asked. I nodded as tears of agony ran down my face. Andy hugged me closer to his chest and soothingly rubbed my stomach. The pain lasted well over an hour, and surprisingly, Andy didn't stop rubbing my stomach till it passed.
"T-thank you." I whispered, wiping the remainder of my tears away. Andy moved me next to him as he rolled over onto his side. He kissed my nose making me blush.
"For what angel?" He asked, my heart swelling at the nickname.
"Rubbing my stomach till the pain went away, i'm sure your hand began hurting but you didn't stop."
"Anything for you my love." Andy kissed my lips sweetly.
"We definitely were made for each other. I'm so unbelievably happy to have you in my life." I said. Andy's gorgeous blue eyes peered into mine lovingly.
"That we were. And so am i baby, so am i. Now, i know this isn't the most pleasant conversation, but we have to have it..." He trailed off. Here it comes...
"I don't want to leave you." I frowned. Andy nodded knowingly.
"I know baby girl but you need help, that's undeniable. There are things the people that specialize in eating disorders can do for you that i cannot. I know you don't want to go to a clinic and be away from me for a while, trust me i don't want you to either, but your health is at stake. Either that or therapy, you need some form of help." Andy spoke sternly. Tears welled up in my eyes when i began to think there was no way of getting out of it.
"I don't want help, i don't need it. You and the guys are all the help i need. You're all doing fine. I'd rather die than be locked up for who knows how long or have to tell someone, who is only pretending to care about me because they're getting paid, all my problems. No thank you. I don't need anyone. You're all i need, Andy. Please don't make me go to a clinic or therapy." I begged. By now, tears were streaming my face pleadingly.
"I don't know, Lex." Andy sighed. It was silent for a while, the only sound being my sniffling. "If you promise that you'll make an effort to get better..." He trailed off. I looked at him with hopeful eyes. "I guess you don't have to go to therapy or a clinic." I cheered and leaped onto Andy's lap and planted kisses all over his face. Andy laughed before pushing me back slightly.
"If you slip up more than twice, that's it. I know that seems harsh but in a clinic, you can't even slip up once. Promise?" Andy spoke. I gulped thickly. This is going to be near impossible. But i'll do anything to not have to be put away.
"Promise."
I got discharged from the hospital not too long after i woke up, maybe an hour or two. Andy, the doctor who took care of me, and i talked about therapy and an in-patient eating disorder clinic. I wasn't exactly thrilled about either, especially the clinic when i found out i wouldn't be able to see Andy till i was discharged which could takes months, and kept objecting every time Andy began to consider locking me up. I couldn't stand leaving him. If i were to get better, the only way i'd agree to do it is in the comfort of Andy's home with him next to me every step of the way. After a while of my objections they decided to drop it for the time being and let me go home.
I was wrapped up in a blanket on the couch drinking unsweetened tea and watching LA Ink. Andy was in the kitchen making something to eat and i knew there was no way i'd get out of eating it after what happened at school. I was fearful of the conversation i knew was bound to happen sooner or later; the decision to put me in a clinic, therapy, or neither. I wasn't entirely sure which one Andy was leaning towards, but i knew it was definitely not the third option. Andy entered the room holding a bowl of salad with chicken, feta cheese, cucumbers and ceasar dressing. He placed the bowl and a powerade in front of me on the table.
"There you go, eat up." He ordered, sitting down beside me on the couch. I hesitated, tapping my fingers along the heated porcelain of the coffee mug. I wasn't going to lie, the salad look delicious, but it was so hard to bring myself to actually eat it.
"You can do it. It's extremely healthy, barely any fat at all." Andy spoke, his hand rubbing up and down my boney back encouragingly.
"Barely." I scoffed quietly. Andy sighed but remained silent. I sat forward and placed my half empty mug on the table before grabbing the fork in my hand and jabbing it into a piece of chicken. My mouth watered with desire and i internally kicked myself for being so weak. I brought the chicken to my mouth and wrapped my lips around the fork, chewing slowly.
"There you go. You're doing so well baby, i'm so proud of you." Andy cooed. I nodded as a tear ran down my face. I swallowed the chicken before dipping my fork back into the bowl for some salad.
"I hate this." I whimpered. Andy shushed me quietly before placing a kiss on my temple.
"I know baby, i hate having to make you do this." He said, his lips still on my temple.
This is going to be harder than i thought.
"You did amazing baby." Andy smiled. I snuggled deeper into his chest, whimpering loudly when pain shot through my stomach. It felt like a thousand knives were stabbing me all at once.
"Does your stomach hurt?" He asked. I nodded as tears of agony ran down my face. Andy hugged me closer to his chest and soothingly rubbed my stomach. The pain lasted well over an hour, and surprisingly, Andy didn't stop rubbing my stomach till it passed.
"T-thank you." I whispered, wiping the remainder of my tears away. Andy moved me next to him as he rolled over onto his side. He kissed my nose making me blush.
"For what angel?" He asked, my heart swelling at the nickname.
"Rubbing my stomach till the pain went away, i'm sure your hand began hurting but you didn't stop."
"Anything for you my love." Andy kissed my lips sweetly.
"We definitely were made for each other. I'm so unbelievably happy to have you in my life." I said. Andy's gorgeous blue eyes peered into mine lovingly.
"That we were. And so am i baby, so am i. Now, i know this isn't the most pleasant conversation, but we have to have it..." He trailed off. Here it comes...
"I don't want to leave you." I frowned. Andy nodded knowingly.
"I know baby girl but you need help, that's undeniable. There are things the people that specialize in eating disorders can do for you that i cannot. I know you don't want to go to a clinic and be away from me for a while, trust me i don't want you to either, but your health is at stake. Either that or therapy, you need some form of help." Andy spoke sternly. Tears welled up in my eyes when i began to think there was no way of getting out of it.
"I don't want help, i don't need it. You and the guys are all the help i need. You're all doing fine. I'd rather die than be locked up for who knows how long or have to tell someone, who is only pretending to care about me because they're getting paid, all my problems. No thank you. I don't need anyone. You're all i need, Andy. Please don't make me go to a clinic or therapy." I begged. By now, tears were streaming my face pleadingly.
"I don't know, Lex." Andy sighed. It was silent for a while, the only sound being my sniffling. "If you promise that you'll make an effort to get better..." He trailed off. I looked at him with hopeful eyes. "I guess you don't have to go to therapy or a clinic." I cheered and leaped onto Andy's lap and planted kisses all over his face. Andy laughed before pushing me back slightly.
"If you slip up more than twice, that's it. I know that seems harsh but in a clinic, you can't even slip up once. Promise?" Andy spoke. I gulped thickly. This is going to be near impossible. But i'll do anything to not have to be put away.
"Promise."
Notes
since this story is more than half way done, should i make a sequel or not? If so, i might change the ending so i can make a sequel. let me know! you all have been so wonderful ily xoTitle Credit: Back To Life - Automatic Loveletter
@Red Phoenix77 i wrote this back when i was about 13 (im 18 now) but i assume that my thought process was that vampires weren't undead, they were very much alive. also, i was very inexperienced when writing this story so i didn't put too much thought into things. maybe i'll re-write it one day! :)
9/20/17