Chapter 23

I just got out of the hospital, I still have my stitches in but other than that I am back to normal - well besides my eating habits. I didn't eat much in the hospital, I really wasn't hungry. I know my dads are worried about me but I can't help not wanting to eat. They had someone go pick up all my stuff from the house but I don't really think I am going to keep most of it. The doctor gave me the all-clear to travel, we leave for London tomorrow. Rose was really sad when I told her I was moving to London, but she understood. I am going to miss her.

"Haze please eat," Peré pleaded.

"I'm not hungry," I said stubbornly.

"You need to eat," dad joined in.

"Why would I eat if I am not hungry?"

"Ok, when will you be hungry?" dad asked.

"I don't know," I basically whispered.

"Exactly, you can't be hungry if you never eat. So you need to get your appetite back," Peré fights.

"Please, just a little" he begs.

"ok," I say quietly.

"Thank you," they both say sounding happy.

I spun a little spaghetti around my fork and put it in my mouth. After a few more small bites I could feel it all coming back, I stood up fast and rased into the bathroom in the hall, puking my dinner back up.

I felt to hands on my back, one large the other smaller, "we are a sorry baby girl. We just want you to be healthy."

"I know dads, I am trying but it is just really hard," I cry.

"We will go slow and work our way up," dad says stroking my back.

"I'm sorry," I say falling against the wall behind me and letting tears rush out of my eyes.

"Babygirl, it is not your fault," peré says sternly.

"Yes it is, if I hadn't," Louis cuts me off.

"It is NOT your fault," this time I stay silent.

"How about you go take a shower and then we can watch a movie," Peré suggests. I just nod my head and slowly get to my feet.

After my shower, I headed downstairs to find Harry and Louis sitting on the couch waiting for me. "what are we watching?" I ask walking over and sitting in between them.

"Well, what do you want to watch?" Louis asks.

"The Notebook," I say happily.

"Yay," Harry cheered, while Louis said, "again?"

"We can watch Greece next time," I promise him, that made him cheer up a little.

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I was sitting in my room when there was a chick outside my door, then the door swung open revealing Chester (my grandfather). I flinched back into the bed and scrambled to get away from him. "where do you think you're going, young lady," he asks with a wicked grin.

I stayed quiet.

"Do you really think you can get away with turning your grandma and me in, without getting punished," He asks evilly?

"Please no, I'm sorry. I won't do it again," I cry out.

He just laughed and pulled my body off the bed. Once I was on the floor he pulled his foot back, I closed my eyes waiting for the impact, but it never came. I slowly opened my eyes again. I saw myself laying on that bed bleeding out, just like before.

"Wait. I don't want to die. I have Louis and Harry. I don't want to die," I yell.

I scream at the top of my lungs, hoping somebody will hear and save me.

Then there was nothing. Am I dead?

I open my eyes to see my dads looking terrified, it was just a dream.

"Are you ok sweetheart?" Louis asked running my arm cautiously.

"Yeah, I fine," trying to convince myself more than them. "It was just a dream".

"Can you try and go back to sleep or do want us to stay up with you?" Peré asks.

"No I think I will be fine," I lie.

"Ok, if you need us just come and get us," Louis said before they climbed off my bed.

"We love you," Peré said.

"I love you guys too," and with that, they left my room.

After that, I just turned on my t.v. - I kept it low so they wouldn't know I was still up - and spent the rest of the night watching various Netflix shows.

The next morning I sleeping walked downstairs and made some tea for me and my dads, seeing as they weren't up yet. It didn't take too long for them to join me, they came down like a half and your after I did, they both looked worried when they entered the kitchen.

"How did you sleep for the rest of the night?" Peré asked.

"Fine," I lied again.

"What do you think about therapy?" Dad questioned.

" I did it when I first started high school and I loved it, " I told them honestly. I am not surprised they want me to do it, it has been a very trans filled year.

"Would you be interested in doing it again?" Dad continued.

"Yeah, it would probably help".

"Ok cool, we will start looking into that and try to get you in as soon as possible," Peré said pulling out his phone.

Harry made some French toast for breakfast and I ate half a slice without throwing up, I would call that a win. And with the 24 hours I have had, I need one of those.