At the time this chapter was written, my laptop had broken. It literally caught on fire while being worked on. As a result, BlendableLion wrote this chapter for me! Go check her out pls.

An eye for eye only ends up making the whole world blind.

-M.K. Gandhi

PJ's bedroom was warm and smelled of caramel, like his curly hair. I sat down on his bed, gazing at the many posters that he had adorned his wall with, as he changed into a pair of pyjamas. I smiled to myself as I examined a photo of PJ who was standing with his arms around a boy with brown hair.

"Hey," PJ said simply.

I looked up from the picture to see PJ standing before me wearing a pair of plaid boxers and a see-through white shirt. He snuggled on the bed next to me, gently placing his hands around my waist.

"You need to stop being so beautiful," he said, gently nipping at my earlobe "You're driving me crazy."

"Thanks..." I muttered my body with PJ, but my mind elsewhere. Too many things had happened in the last few days, and all I wanted to do now was to escape from what had happened to me last night. It was like a grey storm cloud, always where, raining down on me without warning. But PJ was there, being my umbrella and blocking out the hate.

I returned his gentle nipping at my ear with a full kiss on his lips. Our breathing became ragged and before I knew it, PJ was on top of me. His hand was under my sweater, underneath my bra. He seemed to be tracing my ribs, his hand's movements becoming slower, taking in how they felt.

"Honey, you're awfully skinny," he said, removing my sweater and tossing it on the floor. He gasped as he saw my body, taking in my producing collarbone, my dipped in stomach. I could easily count my ribs, and my hipbones were very prominent. "Are you doing this to yourself?"

I opened my mouth to say something, but my quick intake of breath and the loud sobbing quickly blocked out whatever words would have followed. He set me on his lap and slowly rocked me back and forth until I could talk.

"Baby you're not ugly or fat. You're the most perfect girl in the world," He said, kissing my cheek repeatedly "We need to get some food in you, will you eat, or do I have to force you?"

"I'll try." I said, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand. He smiled at me, filling my heart with a warm surge of heat.

"That's my girl," he said, taking my hand and pulling me towards the kitchen.

Minutes later, a plate filled with eggs and toast had been set in front of me, and PJ kept looking at the plate, and back at me. I wrinkled my nose and tentatively poked the yolk of the egg with my fork. The delicate exterior of it broke, and the whites of the egg turned a bright orange colour.

I pushed the plate as far away from me as I could, and scooted back in my chair. There was no way that I was going to eat.

"Please?" PJ said, his hypnotic green eyes sparkling with tears.

"Fine."

One bite, two bites, three bites.

After about forty-five minutes of this, the plate finally emptied, and the empty gnawing feeling at my stomach finally ceased.

I dropped the plate in the sink and followed PJ to his bedroom, drifting back into a wonderful sleep, not troubled by the hollow feeling in my stomach or repulsed by the way that I look. PJ cared about me, and that was all that mattered.