Dream of Demons [Michael Guy Chislett] While You Sleep--14

"Bill...I think you should come. Chloe...she...well, I don't really know what to do...Yes, of course...Hmm...I don't Just come over here, it's important..."
From the other room, I could here Michael's low voice speaking on the phone to my brother.
It had been almost an hour since he had burst out of the bathroom, holding the box that I had carelessly left lying around.
Michael had finally composed himself enough to call William, but I was still lying in our bed, shaking under the blankets.
I knew everything was ruined; just because I didn't get help right away; just because I didn't tell Michael everything but instead lied to his face countless times.
I could say that I was officially the dumbest person alive.
That's right.
My mind was frozen. All I kept seeing was Michael's face when I told him I was pregnant.
It was so wrong.
I could almost feel him slipping out of my grasp; how would anything ever be the same again?
More importantly, how was I going to be healthy enough to have the baby???
I was scared out of my mind for him or her.
I wanted the baby more than anything and I wanted to be healthy for it.
I had to be healthy for it.
At that moment, I realized I had to stop binging and purging.
I had to.
I would.
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"Where is she?"
I heard my frantic brother in the kitchen moments before he burst into the bedroom.
I had gotten out of bed about five minutes before but hadn't had the time to change out of my PJ's.
"Hi Bill." I said softly as he wrapped me in his arms.
I wasn't sure how to act or be or talk, or even what to say. I didn't know how to handle the situation because I didn't know what he knew.
"Chloe, what's going on? Talk to me." He demanded, pulling me out of the room and sitting me on the couch with him.
I took deep breaths but all for nothing: my heart stopped anyway when I saw Michael, clearly distraught, sitting on the other couch, rubbing his forehead.
I couldn't speak.
I didn't want to admit anything, but part of me was screaming for me to tell him everything.
For the baby.
For Michael.
Heck, for Michael and me.
When I still didn't say anything, William looked to Michael for answers.
"I found this in the bathroom. She's pregnant too." Said Michael shortly, and a look of pain clouded his face. He motioned to the box of laxatives sitting on the coffee table between the two couches.
My heart went out to him and I wanted to die right then and there for putting him through this.
Needless to say, my brother completely flipped out.
Calls were made to my parents, the rest of the guys in the band, and the doctor who took care of me the last time.
It became official: I was heading back to Chicago to be treated.
And Michael wasn't coming.

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