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Warnings: Anorexia/Bulimia.
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"Come on, Wes," Travis whined, "It'll be fun, Baby."
We had been working undercover for almost two weeks now and in that amount of time I found myself reaching for my gun more times than I remembered. It didn't bother me Travis and I were pretending to be gay. It didn't bother me that everyone in group thought we were together, except Dr. Ryan of course. It didn't bother me that Alex thought we were together. Hell, I didn't even care that at times it was like he and I were together.
No, the thing I couldn't take was him touching me. It was one thing at work. We'd be fighting if he touched me and he wouldn't be able to tell that something was off as we did our best to beat each other. Now though we couldn't do that.
Not pretending to be the loving couple we are. Nope, we didn't even get to say we're cops. Travis was a mechanic at one of his brothers shops and I was a chest at a local restaurant with one other guy.
Then there was the fact that we had moved into house. Don't get me wrong it was a nice house. One I wouldn't mind owning myself. That was the problem. I didn't own the house. I didn't even get a say in the house.
Travis saw this was an option, knew I'd like it, and said yes with ought ever saying a word to me, but that was typical Travis, wasn't it? He might have the best intentions, but hell if he lets anyone else in on the master plan forming in that head of his.
Still, that wasn't the worst thing. I had to be in control and Travis did everything in his power to take that control away from me. He wasn't doing it on purpose, at least not most of the time. He thought that he was helping.
We lived together so we split the work. I really couldn't handle that because he never went with what I did. I had a plan, a way of doing everything. Ever since I had been a teenager I had a way to do everything and no one ever really fought me on it. Well, not anyone that knew why I had so much control.
My parents, though they didn't really take time to care, and Alex, who did everything in her power to help me even though we were divorced now. The Captain, Travis, and Dr. Ryan had no idea what I had done in the past.
They had no idea how hard I fought every day. They had no idea that I just couldn't fight anyone. I needed to have a little control back in my life and this was the only way I could do it.
Anyway, it wasn't like I was truly working as a cop. I was gathering information on my neighbors. There was no real danger coming to Travis or myself. Everything would be fine for us if I did this.
Once the case was over I'd go back to myself and fix all of this. No one had to know. And since Travis had no idea what to look for or that there was even a problem I just had to be careful and nothing would happen.
Which is how I found myself kneeling in the bathroom as Travis put some leftovers away for his brother. We had just finished dinner and while I did everything in my power to not eat anything I knew that Travis was aware that I hadn't eaten breakfast or lunch.
Dinner sloshed angrily in my stomach as I pressed my fingers down my throat. It didn't take long for all the contents in my stomach to be in the toilet. A content sigh fell from my lips. It was good. Everything was fine.