It was awhile before lightning started striking a lot and i wanted to go inside.

Not because i was scared of it, i was scared it would strike her or something like that.

She agreed and we went back inside, upstairs to my room.

I absent-mindedly started changing. I was used to being naked in general, i mean come on, i get naked at shows, i hang out with the guys naked (that's right slashers!!) all that stuff. I turned around, naked, to find some clothes, and remembered she was there, staring at me.

"Oh, sorry! Just let me finish then I'll leave so you can change." i apologized to her. I knew how self conscious she was so i thought she would want to change in private.

She walked up and touched my tattooed chest softly and kissed me.

"You dont have to leave." i could have sworn i saw her wink at me before turning around to strip down.

She pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. I bit my lip as i looked at her. Her spine and each and every one of her ribs stuck out. She was starving herself again.

She unhooked her bra and threw that away too. She pulled off the dark shorts and kicked them off her legs. Last but not least, she pulled off her underwear, which were soaked so they clung to her bum before she took them off. I had to admit, she had a really really nice bum.

She grabbed a pair of toy story boxers that were too small for me now, so they kind of looked like shorts on her. She then grabbed an old green Hurley sweatshirt of mine and put that on as well. It hugged her nicely.

She turned around and gave me an odd look.

"Doug, why are you still naked?"

"What? Oh yeah hang on." i quickly put on some boxers and one of those sleeveless undershirt things.

Yeah i admit it, i have a bad vocabulary.

We got downstairs and sat down on the couch.

"Em, are you hungry by any chance?"

"No. not at all."

She was lying.

"Oh so you had breakfast already."

I saw her bite her lip. "Yeah?" it sounded more like a question then an answer.

"What did you have?" i got her now.

"Um milk and toast?"

"I dont have milk."

"Oh."

I picked her up and brought into the kitchen.

"Em why do you do this to yourself?" i asked, setting her down on the counter.

"I dont know what you're talking about."

"You know exactly what im talking about."

She looked away.

I was still going through the cabinets looking for her weakness. Nutella. (It's a chocolately spread like peanut butter or jam... only it's chocolately.)

Found it. Not letting her see what i was doing i scooped some on my finger and put the container away. I held my hand behind my back as i approached her.

She looked at me confused. I had that evil look on my face. "I've got you now." i grinned before wiping some Nutella on her bottom lip.

She bit her lip, hard. I knew she couldn't resist it. Well, i thought she couldn't.

Then, to my surprise, she brought her finger across her lip, collecting all the Nutella, and then wiped it on my face.

I looked at her, absolutely shocked. "You...don't...want any Nutella?" my words stretched in awe. I was getting worried now.

"No im not hungry."

"Hang on." i left the room. I had to call the boys.

I called Danny first. "Dan, round up the guys and get over quickly." my voice was a low whisper.

"She not eating again, i need you guys to hold her down while i make her eat."

"Ok we'll be over soon." Dan assured me before we hung up.

I walked back into the kitchen.

"Are you sure you aren't hungry babe? Im gonna make a sandwich."

"No im fine Doug. thanks." she was still sitting on the counter while i popped some bread into the toaster.

While it was toasting, i got out all my supplies. Turkey, lettuce, tomato, cheese, and mayo. The toast was done, not burnt but not to light either.

I was done with the sandwich and i looked up at her. She was drooling. The doorbell rang and she snapped her out of her trance.

I went to answer the door. The boys were standing outside. Tom was about to speak before i put my finger to my lips trying to tell him to shush without saying anything. I motioned the to come inside, but to stay quiet.

"Who was at the door Doug?"

"Oh, just some mail..."

"Oh ok."

She was still sitting in the kitchen, her back to us. "Tom and harry, you get her arms. Danny you hold her head." i barely whispered to them. They nodded. I walked up to her and smiled at her. You sure you aren't hungry?" "Yes Doug, stop asking." "ok." i sighed and picked up my sandwich. Well it would be her sandwich in a second.

I nodded at the boys and they grabbed her. She let out a scream of terror. I winced at the loud noise. I hate doing this to her.

She started kicking her feet. The boys struggled to hold her down. "DOUGIE DO SOMETHING!!!!!!!!!!"

I did. I shoved the sandwich in her mouth.

She stared fighting even more.

"Em stop struggling." she gave me a 'what the fuck? Are you crazy???' kind of look. "Please babe, just chew It." she kicked even harder, in efforts to kick my nut sack.

I shoved the sandwich even father in her mouth and she stopped kicking. I was worried i hit her gag reflex. But to our relief she started chewing the sandwich.

I motioned the guys to let go of her. She grabbed the sandwich out of my hand and ate it furiously, like this was her first meal in months. Which was probably the case sadly? She looked up at me. "I want 6 more of these sandwiches fucking right now! And i want a shitload of soda too!"

I and the guys scrambled to make more sandwiches and get the soda she wanted.

Sorry this took so long!!!!!!!!!! Thers another chapter on the way.