Dream of Demons [Michael Guy Chislett] While You Sleep--12

The night before, Michael had a great time with his friends, but he still felt a bit lonely and guilty.
He didn't like leaving Chloe at the apartment by herself.
He had left the party as soon as he could, which wasn't until about midnight; Pete Wentz had engaged him in a long conversation about business, which Michael really had no clue about.
Exhausted, Michael slipped in the bed next to Chloe the moment he came through the door, holding her limp form close to him.
When he awoke the next morning, bright and early and a little surprised he wasn't sleeping in later, he smiled and kissed Chloe's neck before walking into the bathroom to shower.
She sure looked like she needed more sleep.
Michael turned on the shower and closed the bathroom door, being sure to leave it unlocked just in case.
Mindlessly, he opened a few drawers and cabinets, looking for his body wash and frowned when he couldn't find it.
Where had he put his stuff?
Michael noticed Chloe's makeup bag on her side of the sink, so he carefully looked inside, not really expecting to find his body wash there. But hey, you never know.
What he found instead shocked him.
Laxatives.
Michael could remember the time Chloe fully opened up to him about her eating disorder and how she used the laxatives to throw up all the food she had binged on.
What were these doing here?!
After the initial shock wore off, and the bathroom was getting steamy from the unused hot water the shower was still running, Michael decided it was time to find out what was going on, once and for all.
What the fuck was going on?!
Without waiting another second, Michael bolted from the bathroom and into the bedroom.
"Chloe!" He yelled, from the bedside, holding the box of laxatives in one hand.
She jerked awake with a start, and her big eyes fell on him first thing, wide with fear almost.
"Michael! What's wrong?"
His heart hurt.
She looked so beautiful, all tired and confused.
But she was hiding something from him, possibly lying to him.
Michael watched as the sheet covering Chloe's thin shoulders slowly slid off, showing more and more of her beautiful, tan skin, until it finally slid all the way off her, since she was sitting up.
He admired the contrast of her white, low-cut tank top on her skin.
He admired everything about her...
Snapping out of his daze, Michael raised his hands, showing Chloe the box he held.
"Do you want to talk to me now?" He asked, unable to keep the coldness, the hurt, out of his voice.
Chloe's eyes widened even more, with realization and with horror, and she burst into hopeless tears.

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