Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

The nurse comes inside and sees the IV on the side and rushes over to Abigail.

I lift her chin, my thumb caressing along her cheek. “Let’s get that back in you. I’m not leaving you.”

Her small nod has my heart restarting in my chest.

The nurse puts the IV back in and leaves, but not before saying over her shoulder to call her if we need anything.

Seconds pass in silence while our eyes lock and then Abigail closes hers. “I have an eating disorder—anorexia.”

I slump back against the chair, my legs no longer supporting me. She takes my hand in hers, squeezing lightly as if I am the one who needs consolation.

“It started a few years ago… I was good at hiding it until I told Kaden. After Celine was sent away, Kaden and I promised not to keep secrets from each other, but he also told Bailey and Blake. And I’ve been trying to get better for my friends, but it’s not easy.”

“Why?”

“At first, to stop my parents from always reminding me to watch how I look, what I eat, how I dress, how I behave… and one day I just got used to eating almost nothing.”

This girl is playing with her health to satisfy her demented parents. I understand why Kaden reacted like that. I would have done worse.

I’m going through our dates and how she left the food almost untouched every time.

“I just…”

“You can’t stop it.”

We’re so similar. I wonder if soul mates are people made of the same fabric, mirroring each other. They make you painfully aware of your flaws, pushing you to do better for yourself and the person you love.

“What are you so afraid of, princess?”

“My family.”

Maybe she’s tired, but for the first time, she tells me stuff.

“I called you ‘bulldozer’ in my mind.”

“Because of my dick, right?”

She laughs, the sounds so melodious I want to hear it on repeat. Then she shoves me playfully. I take her hand with the IV and kiss the inside of her palm.

“I wasn’t expecting you, not now… you have terrible timing.” She closes her eyes, but not before I see the agony stretching in them. There’s this urge inside of me to always make sure she’s all right. If she’s not, I am not either. It’s a simple equation.

I caress her face, planting a kiss on her mouth, and she falls asleep. My name falls from her lips. Mine, not his, easing me a bit. I don’t know how long I stay there, just contemplating the girl I can’t live without.

The nurse peeks her head inside and says, “She’s asleep. You should go to class.”

“I’m staying right here.”

The nurse shakes her head at me. If she thinks her disapproval will make me change my mind, she’s mistaken.

Abigail sleeps for two hours straight, and I peruse the internet for anorexia. That shit is serious. It can damage your body to the point of organ failure and can even cause death in severe cases.

I must look the way I feel when she wakes up—our hearts know the common language of our minds.

Her eyes fall on my phone where the page on anorexia is still open.

“I know it’s serious, but I have it under control.”

She’s in denial like the one in which I was for years, and that scares me even more.