I wish that this week would go by quicker, I wanted it to be Sunday again, that way I would be able to see Doctor Dean Wilde again, I don't know what it is about him but ever since I saw him I can't stop thinking about him. But today is only Friday, only two more days left to wait now.

It's nearly time for tea, Mum has made us all pizza and fries, I've eaten a few bits in this past week but most of what I do eat i throw back up anyway. "boys, teas ready" Mum calls to us all, we all make our way to the kitchen and sit down, Dad's the last one to enter the kitchen and sit down, since he found out about my eating he has barely spoke to me, and whenever he did speak to me it was always something rude, or making me out to be an attention seeking little girl, it wasn't nice and it did hurt me more then I let on, I had once told Robbie that is was funny just to get him off my case.

Mum walks in and dishes out all of our teas, mum has been making my meals smaller so I will eat more of it, Dad keeps telling her to give me normal portions, she is right to give me smaller portions so everyone else can have what I don't have, I never finish my plate even though Mum gives me small portions, even though I could eat it I choose not to, most of the time I throw my food up anyway so what;s even the point of finishing it?

I look down at my plate and begin to think of how fatty the pizza is, maybe the fries are too, I have no idea how she cooked them so whoever knows, I just sit here staring at my plate, I can see that everyone has started to dig into their food "Oh for goodness sake Jason, eat" Dad snapped at me breaking me out of my thoughts "Rick!" Mum shouts at Dad "He needs to eat Sandy" Dad said "In his own time, he's ill, it's not his fault" Mum told Dad "He's not ill, he's a fag" Dad said, I feel as though someone had just stabbed me, the pain of those words hit me hard, I inhale quickly trying to surpass these tears that are threatening to fall out of my eyes "Rick, that's enough. He has an eating disorder, that's not a choice for goodness sake, he's your son, if this doesn't pack it in I'm going to have to ask you to pack your bags and leave" Mum shouts angrily at Dad.

I couldn't hide it anymore, tears spill down my face and I let out a small sob, I soon realize that it was quite loud, I take a peek up and they all look sorrowful at me, I get up and shout "leave me alone" and storm to my bedroom and shut the door behind me and I throw myself onto the bed and I begin to sob uncontrollably, what did I ever do to deserve this? I guess I am pathetic, and I can't stop thinking about a guy when I have a beautiful girl who loves me, what sort of man am I?

Ages pass and my family had obviously decided I needed to be alone and they did in fact leave me alone when I had asked, I hear Freddie shout "Jase, me Joe and Zig are going out for a drink, wanna come" why wasn't Robbie there? if Robbie would of been asked I'm sure he would of said yes "No" I croakily shout back to him as I haven't had a drink in ages and I've been crying "Alright then see ya" Freddie shouted back to me "See ya" I shout back and a moment after I hear the front door shut.

I need to get up for a drink, I'm super thirsty, I get up out of bed and walk over to the door, I open it and close it behind me, I make my way down the stairs and I walk past the living room and take a peak inside; no one is there, I move over and walk into the kitchen and enter; no ones there either. I think to myself if Joe, Freddie and Ziggy have gone out drinking, where was Robbie, Mum and Dad? I don't pay too much attention and go and find me a glass and walk over to the cold tap and fill the glass with cold water and go and sit at the table, a few minutes go by where I am sitting in absolute silence until I here the stairs, I anticipate who is going to come down, will it be Robbie? or Will it be Mum? or will it be Dad?

The kitchen door swings open and Dad's menacing stare is watching me "Finally finished your strop?" dad said moodily at me "I wasn't stropping" I tell him "yeah right" he said in disbelief "Your teas in the oven" he told me and walked over to the oven and opened it revealing the plate of food I had failed to eat "alright" I say to him knowing I am not going to eat it. Dad picks the plate out of the oven and shoves it forcefully onto the table in front of me "eat it" he said to me "I'm not hungry" I reply lying "yes you are, so just eat it. It will be easier this way" Dad said menacingly "where mum?" I ask him "asleep, she had a head ache so she took some pills and the she went to bed, why?" He asked me "just wondering" I say and stand up and go to leave the kitchen "where do you think you're going" Dad said and stood in front of me "my room" I reply "no you are not" He replied "why can't I" I ask getting really pissed off with all his rudeness "Because I said so. You need to eat that food, you're not leaving this table until that plate is clear, do you understand me" Dad said with anger deeply rooted in his voice, I look at him with bewilderment and say "no, you can't make m-" before I could finished my words his hand came out and smacked me around the jaw, I hear it crack with the pressure.

I gasp and groan with pain and I grip my jaw "No do what I say" Dad said and grabbed me by the ear and made me sit down "Now eat" dad demanded, I feel frightened right now but yet I can't help myself from telling the truth "I can't eat that" I say honestly and slightly strange as I'm still holding my jaw "Why can't you" Dad said "I'll be sick" I said honestly again "You will eat that plate of food and you will keep it down because you're my son, and I am not having a attention seeking fag as a child, do I make myself clear" He bellowed, I nod reluctantly as fear is overriding my actions "good now open up" He said and picked up five fries and held them next to my mouth, I don't open my mouth, I don't want to eat them.

"Jason, eat this right now" Dad shouted angrily, I'm shaking ferociously now and reluctantly begin to open my mouth slowly "Faster" He said and slapped me in the face with his spare hand, this makes me jump and close my mouth, before I get chance to reopen it I feel dad's other hand grab me around the face and force my mouth open, he shoves the fries into my mouth "Now chew" he demands, reluctantly I slowly begin to chew, I gag and accidentally spit the half chewed up fries out "That's it" Dad said and hit me around the face with the palm of his hand knocking me onto the floor "dad please" I beg him, I don't want him to hurt me "don't be such a pathetic piece of shit" Dad replied and kicked me in the stomach, I curled up through the pain while slightly chocking and gasping for air "Not a word of this to anyone otherwise this will only get worse you hear me" Dad said menacingly, all I can do is nod "good" he said and kicked me twice in the back and left.

I lie here on the floor a moment while coughing I hear the front door open and here somebody come in, I struggle but I get up onto my knees and peak out of the kitchen door; It's Robbie. Should I tell him what just happened? no, I don't want this to be any worse, luckily for me Robbie goes into the living room so it gives me time to sneak out and up the stairs, so I crawl to the bottom of the stairs as I can't stand up right now and begin to climb up the stairs, once I'm nearly at the top "Is somebody there" I hear Robbie shout and hear his foot steps grow closer, I pick up the speed and crawl to my bedroom, luckily Robbie hadn't found I climb weakly into bed and wrap myself in my quilt, I can't stop myself from crying. Why would Dad do that? doesn't he love me? or does he just see me as his pathetic weak son who he's ashamed of? I cry for hours until I finally fall asleep, hoping this was all just a horrible dream.

Author Note: This chapter has got abuse in it and offensive language(a little) so sorry if some of you didn't like it. Thank you to everyone who has supported me through this story as it has in fact reached over 1000 views :D thank you all so so much for all the love and support and all of your reviews. Thanks for reading :) xx