I Do Not Own Twilight or anything associated to Stephanie Meyers. I own only my original character.

I am SO sorry it's taken me so long to get this chapter up. I was on vacation last week so I didn't have really anytime to write.

Emma (POV)

It's been 2 weeks since my kitchen meltdown with Paul. I have successfully convinced him I'm getting better even though I've lost more weight in the last 2 weeks that I thought was possible. I've been pushing myself harder than I ever have before. Running more, eating barely anything, doing more lunges, more crunches, anything I can to burn off the fat.

I woke up this morning and breathed a sigh of relief when I stepped on the scale and it read 98lbs.

6 more pounds to go until I reach my lowest weight.

I'm almost there. I can't even believe it.

At a certain point during this process the hunger pains stopped like I expected they would.

That was probably the biggest relief ever.

I put on my running clothes and head out the door to start my day. I've had to start running at 3:30 every morning to keep from Paul noticing. It gives me plenty of time to get a good work out in and not cause any type of suspicion.

I ran a whopping 6 miles this morning and finished my work out with 100 lunges per leg, 150 crunches and 55 push ups.

I feel amazing, but I don't think that feelings going to last long. Paul has a romantic evening planned for us.

We have gotten a lot closer these past couple of weeks. It's been really nice.

He comes over every afternoon and we have lunch. Well, really he scarves down as much food as he can and I pretend to eat a small salad, then we go out and do whatever crazy thing he's got planned, though sometimes I make him stay home and watch movies with me.

We spend a lot of time with his friends.

I don't really mind so much, I've gotten quite close to Nessie since Paul and I became official.

She's extremely attentive though.

I remember the night she caught me. We were at Jakes house having yet another bonfire.

Paul made me a salad to bring because they were having, yep you guessed it, hotdogs.

I opened my salad up while Paul was over getting his huge plate of food, and dumped half of it out and hid it underneath a log that was sitting near me.

As soon and I had hidden the evidence I heard someone clear their throat right next to me and I froze.

"Uh uhm. What are you doing?" Nessie asked with her hand on her hips.

"Oh, a bug flew in it and I felt like it had been contaminated so I got rid of the part I felt like had bug on it." I said playing it off with a small giggle.

"Ahh." Was all she responded as she gave me a stern glance and walked away.

My heart just about stopped thinking I'd been caught, but she hasn't brought it up since so I assume she bought my bogus story.

Along with spending a lot of time together, Paul and I have become quite a bit more intimate.

We still haven't gone 'all the way' but I think we just might tonight.

I'm not really near where I want to be weight wise, but I bet if we had all the lights off he wouldn't be able to see the fat rolls that live all over my body.

I've been having a hard time holding myself back, because let's be honest, that boy does something to me that I can't quite explain.

I quickly hop in the shower and when finished, walk into my room to put on my black leggings and my royal blue lace dress with my dark grey vans.

I blow dry my hair and then straighten it putting on a tiny bit of makeup.

As soon as I'm ready I hear Paul open the door.

"Emma, are you ready to go?" He shouts up the stairs.

At this point, he's over here so frequently he doesn't even bother knocking.

I run down the steps into his awaiting arms and give him an extremely passionate kiss.

I almost tell him to forget about the date, and have my way with him right here and now.

But I'm not going to risk it while it's still light outside.

"Down girl." He says giggling against my lips.

I just give him a pout as he places me down and grabs a hold of my hand.

We walk out the door and down the street.

"So where are we going?" I ask impatiently.

"It's a surprise, but we're almost there." He responds giving me a wink.

How could we be almost there? We literally just walked out of my house.

I realize just as we're walking down the path towards his house where we're going.

"Paul, if I'd known we were just hanging out at your house, I would've worn regular clothes." I complained.

"Just wait and see." He says.

He opens the door for me and I walk inside.

He's got the entire house lined with twinkling lights and lit candles.

I gasp as I walk in and take in this sight. It's beautiful.

"Oh Paul. This is amazing." I say in awe.

He pulls me towards the kitchen where he's got two plates set with a beautiful white candle between them.

"Mmmmm. This looks fancy." I say smiling.

He pulls my chair out for me and I sit as he pushes me back in towards the table.

"I've prepared a meal special just for you." He says proudly.

"You cooked?" I asked surprised.

He just laughs and uncovers the glass pan that is sitting beside the candle on the table.

"Vegetable lasagna." He tells me smiling from ear to ear.

I panic just a little. It may be vegetable, but I can see the noodles (roughly 800), the sauce (140), the cheese (380) it's too much.

I would never let myself eat that. When I have eaten with Paul the only thing I've brought myself to take a bite of was Salad.

It smells amazing, but one bite of this will ruin me. I'm finally at 98, and this is going to crush all of that progress.

Emma stay strong, you've got to keep Paul in the dark. You will be able to get rid of it. You know what to do.

I know. I know.

When I was faced with situations like this before I was sent to hell, I would take as few bites as I could manage without having everyone notice my lack of eating, and then run to the bathroom to throw it all up.

It's not my favorite thing to do, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

"Looks delicious" I say smiling like everything is fine.

"I hope it's good. I've never made lasagna with zucchini and squash before. But like they say, there's a first time for everything." He responds looking a little unsure.

I take the spatula from him and cut me a small slice while I hand it to him and wait for him to do the same.

He takes a slice 3 times the size of mine and gestures for me to try it.

I take my fork and cut my small slice into 75 smaller bites.

I plop one into my mouth and cringe at how amazing it tastes.

"Do you like it?" Paul asks skeptical.

"It's amazing Paul. Who knew you could cook this good?" I tell him giving him a big grin.

He responds with a huge grin of his own. When he smiles at me like that the world stops and I can't think straight.

It's like he sucks me into an alternate universe where everything is perfect.

But soon I'm brought right back down to reality.

We spend the next 30 minutes talking, laughing and smiling over dinner.

I manage to eat 28 bites of my food before I want to cry myself into nothingness for ruining everything this way with this fatty horrible delicious demon food.

Paul eats his entire slice plus another huge one leaving a small corner of the pasta dish left.

Once he's finished he grabs my plate and heads towards the sink.

I use this opportunity to excuse myself to the restroom so that I can take care of the mistake I've made.

"Do you mind if I use your bathroom?" I say standing up from the table.

"Sure it's up the stairs second door on your left." He tells me.

I make my way to the bathroom, close the door and make sure that it's locked.

I pause in there for a minute or so, and then turn on the faucet to help drowned out the sound of what I'm getting ready to do.

I get on my knees in front of the toilet and begin to get rid of the evil I allowed into my body.

After 3 attempts I'm able to get a good amount back up and into the toilet where it belongs.

After a few more tries, I start to feel dizzy.

Keep going Emma. Get rid of every bite.

I wobble just a little bit and blink my eyes rapidly trying to get the black spots covering them to disappear.

Don't you dare stop now. You need to get rid of that poison.

I keep going.

The blackness is overtaking my vision entirely and I can't see anything anymore.

Come on Emma. Get it out. Keep Going.

I keep going until I can't keep myself upright any longer and then I'm on the floor fading into darkness.

I want to apologize for getting this up so late and for it being so short. I should have 2 new chapters up tomorrow! Next will be Paul's POV! Let me know what you think so far. I'm not crazy in love with this chapter but it's mainly a filler because things are about to get interesting!