A special thanks to all of the people who reviewed/alerted/favourited.
Once again
This all was just too much. She couldn't take it anymore. She had tried everything for him and he had been ANGRY. How could he?
The drive to her apartment was slow. Unbearable. She pulled in, in her parking lot, only to find the all too familiar SUV waiting for her. She stopped breathing for a moment or two. Why was he there? Wasn't his previous statements enough?
She opened the door and threw her bag down. He turned his head from the television to look at her. More like stare. He stood up, as in slow motion, and opened his mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by her.
"Derek what are you doing here? I think you made your points perfectly clear."
"Baby, I'm sorry, but this just..s too weird. This" he pointed at her whole appearance "is no Penelope! And I need her back."
She didn't answer. She just threw her arms around him and hugged him in a death grip.
"I love you.." He mumbled in her hair.
"I love you too, Handsome. Do you want to stay for diner?" The moment she offered, she realized what she had done. Her eyes froze with terror. How could he stay, when she couldn't eat? She was fighting this week so hard, and she would just eat and get all those pounds back?
"It's about time you asked! What do you want; Chinese or Italian?" Chinese is lighter, she thought.
"Chinese!" She smiled at him and he smiled back. He took the number from the piece of paper stuck on the fridge and ordered. She just hoped he'd leave her house fast enough.
When the food came, they both sat on the coffee table in front of the TV and talked.
"So why did you change colour?" he asked between mouthfuls.
"I just needed a change and I decided on this. Why, don't you like it?"
"Honestly? I liked my creamy white baby girl better." She suddenly felt like her whole body was on fire. But then a sudden thought crossed her mind; she needed to get rid of the contents of her stomach. She could feel the food being mashed in her stomach, all those calories being absorbed by her blood, all that fat setting in her skin.
"Excuse me Hot Stuff, I'm going to the loo. Don't miss me too much."
"Okay, baby." He pecked her cheek as she stood up to leave. She almost ran to the bathroom . She didn't have time to waste. She grabbed her toothbrush and stuck it down her throat. She emptied her stomach in the toilet, but what she didn't know, was that Derek was on the other side of the door, listening.
When she wiped her mouth and toothbrush and flushed the toilet, she went outside, only to meet a hurt and angry Derek Morgan. She immediately froze in her spot.
"D-Derek? What's wrong?"
"Garcia what was that? Are you bulimic? What the hell is wrong with you?" She wouldn't meet his eyes. How on earth was she supposed to tell him she was doing it to match the girls he dated?
"Talk to me!"
"I want to get skinny. I need to be thinner. I can't compete with all those girls you date that have legs like cigarettes and flat stomachs. I just want to be presentful, that's all. Are you happy now? Are you satisfied?" Tears were streaming down her face. Why did he have to be so goddamn attractive? If it weren't for him, she would still be the same.
"You know what? It is no use talking to you. You need help and don't you dare blame me fr the shit that you did." He turned and left. Once again. Soon sirens of an ambulance were heard.
