What do we do with a love like this?

--Morgan’s POV--

I didn’t know what to say.
“Mikayla...You...You need help...And a lot of it…” I said. My eyes ran over each of her ribs and I cringed a bit. “And you need it now.”
“No, I’m fine,” Miki said as she picked up she sweatshirt again and put it on.
“No, you aren’t fine! And you need to stop saying that! We are getting you help!” I exclaimed and I felt Ashley’s hand at the bottom of my back. My headache was starting to come back.
“I don’t want any help…” She whispered but I shook my head.
“Mikayla, you really, really need it. And I’m not taking no as an answer. You. Are. Getting. Help.” I said before I went upstairs. I felt so many feelings. Frustrated, Revealed, Sad, Angry, and Scared. And I hated all of these emotions.

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