Sorry for the late update, I usually update at least once every two days! I've just been so busy so sorry! Anyways, please review. I need to know you guys are actually liking this story before I continue.

Here's chapter 6:

KIM'S POV

I was walking by Michelle's house, and I saw the door was wide open. I called her to see if she was okay, but she didn't answer and there were no cars in the driveway. I decided to make sure everything was okay. I walked up to the doorway and peeked inside. The place looked fine. I thought I heard a noise from upstairs, so I took my chances. I had a feeling it was just Michelle. The light in the bathroom was on, and I looked inside, taking in my surroundings.

Michelle was on the floor in front of the toilet. There was a bunch of Reese's wrappers in her left hand and she was sticking her right two fingers down the back of her throat.

"MICHELLE!"

She gagged and threw up. I had to look away. Zombie gore I could do, but definitely not this. It was worse, especially since it was my friend. I turned back when she was done. She didn't look at me. She stood up, threw the candy wrappers away, washed her hands, and brushed her teeth. When she was finally finished, she left the bathroom and I followed her into her room.

She said "You can't tell anyone about this," at the exact same time I said, "We have to tell someone about this."

"Michelle," I began, "What's going on."

She didn't answer, but I noticed a scale in the middle of the room, right in front of a full length mirror. There was a picture of a little girl, maybe nine or ten, with the same green eyes and golden hair as Michelle. But it couldn't be her. The little girl in the picture was pudgy… maybe more than pudgy. Morbidly obese? Michelle was the skinniest girl I knew. What I had just saw explained why, but maybe this was her sister? No, she didn't have siblings. Maybe it was herself when she was younger. That made more sense.

"Michelle, this was you when you-"

"I was ten. My mom had just died and I was under so much stress and I didn't have any friends. So I ate. I would eat three cartons of ice cream a day on average. Food was my only salvation. When I found out I would be moving here, I decided to… make a new start. I joined gymnastics and ate three almonds a day until I dropped twenty pounds. It worked. But the pain is still there. And sometimes I just need… something so make myself feel better. So I binge and then throw up. Is that so bad?"

I stared at her. I would never expected… well maybe I should have. She was extremely thin, almost unhealthy looking.

"Michelle, this needs to stop. It's dangerous," I pleaded.

"Kim, I'm fine," she tried to assure me.

"You're not fine. You're sick," I said.

"I'm not sick! I'm healthier than I've ever been," she growled.

"This," I gestured to her skinny frame, "Is not healthy."

"But look at me. I'm thin!" she smiled.

"Michelle, I'm serious. We have to tell someone. This is a serious problem," I begged.

"No Kim! My dad already has enough on his plate with taking care of me and work and Jes- other stuff," she cried, "You have to promise not to tell anyone."

"Michelle I-"

She grabbed both of my arms. There were scare on her fingers, probably from making herself vomit.

"Please Kim. I'm begging you. Don't tell anyone," she was on her knees.

The look on her face almost brought me to tears. There was so much pain and guilt.

"Okay. I won't tell," I whispered, and I hated myself for it.

She sighed in relief, "Thank you."

"But please go eat a sandwich or something," I begged.

"Of course Kim," she promised.

I felt better, "I need to meet Jared now. I'll text you later. See you Friday."

I ran out the door. There were tears in my eyes and I felt guilty for the promise I had made her. But she told me she would eat. So maybe she realized that she could die. Doubt it. I ran down the street to Jared's house. He would know what to do. Then I remembered I promised I wouldn't tell anyone. But Jared imprinted on me. I couldn't keep anything from him.

"Kimmy, baby what's the matter?" Jared asked me.

"Nothing," I sobbed into his shoulder.

"There's definitely something wrong. Why do you feel so guilty?" he asked, he could feel what I felt.

"She made me promise not to tell," I whispered.

"Who made you? Kim, tell me what's the matter," he begged.

"I need your help," she whispered.

MICHELLE'S POV

That was close. I laid across my bed and stared at the ceiling. My stomach hurt from throwing up. I thought I should get used to it because I had been doing it since I was thirteen but it still hurt. The next thing I knew, my dad was shaking me awake.

"Hey baby, how are you feeling?" he asked softly.

"Much better," I mumbled sleepily.

"Good, so you want something to eat?"

"No, I ate when I got home," I lied.

"Okay, just tell me if you need anything," dad said softly.

"Thanks dad," I murmured closing eyes again.

The next time I woke up, it was early in the morning. I had a text from Kim.

Hey girl. Want to come over?

Sure, I'll be over at nine I replied. Luckily, Kim was an early bird like me.

At nine, I walked up to her house. Jared was there, no surprise there. He kissed Kim goodbye just as I walked through the door. He looked at her and they seemed to be having a private conversation.

"Hey Michelle!" Kim said finally.

"Hey Kim," I replied.

"What do you want to do today? Did you have breakfast?"

"Yeah," I muttered, and Jared ran outside.

"You sure you don't want some eggs? I'm making them for myself," she urged.

"I'm fine," I promised. Eggs looked the worst when they came back up.

"Can I ask you something?" she said quietly.

"Sure Kim."

"Why did you binge yesterday?"

"Because Paul and I got into a fight," I said, trying to keep the tears back.

"What was it about?"

"It shouldn't matter. I barely know him anyway," I whispered.

"Michelle, it does matter. I know exactly how you feel. Me and Jared were that way once, too," she said.

What did she mean?

"I don't know why it hurts so much. Other people don't hurt me this bad," I mumbled.

"But Paul isn't like other people to you, is he?"

"I suppose not," it was barely audible.

"What was the fight about?" she asked again.

"He yelled at me for lying to him, and then he lied to me."

"What did you lie to him about?"

"I didn't lie to him!"

She looked at me.

"Maybe just a little," I admitted, "I was scared someone would find out about my… problem and I guess he… I don't know… felt it? And I didn't want to tell him about it of course. Then we were in my room and he saw the picture and he was going to say that I used to be fat, but he changed it to adorable at the last second."

"Oh Michelle," she whispered, hugging me.

There was a knock at the door. She opened it and there was Paul, standing there. He looked really mad about something. Probably what happened yesterday, but then he looked at me and just looked hurt.

"Can I talk to Michelle," he asked Kim sadly.

"Uh Michelle," she called.

"I know. I'm coming Paul," I said, not looking in his eyes.

He grabbed my hand and we sat together on the front porch. He took a deep breath.

"I want you to know, I think you were an adorable kid. I promise that's all I was going to say," we gazed into each other's eyes, and I knew he was telling the truth.

"I believe you," I whispered.

"Now can you please tell me why you were scared?"

"Because of the vampire movie. I was just really embarrassed," I looked down. Good thing that could also come off as embarrassment.

"You don't have to be embarrassed around me," he said kindly.

I smiled at him, glad we made up.

"I'm sorry Paul," I whispered.

"I'm sorry, too Michelle," he kissed me on the cheek.