"SARAH! TELL ME!" He demanded, aggressively. "IT'S NOTHING NIALL! Damn stop yelling." I shouted back. "IM YELLING BECAUSE SOMETHING'S NOT RIGHT, WHAT AREN'T YOU TELLING ME?!" His eyes now Inflamed with anger and hurt. He started walking towards me, I cornered myself In the bathroom "love, baby, SarBear, what's wrong?" He's tone less angry but still scary. He grabbed my small, bony wrist, I flinched, praying he wouldn't, feel my bony arms. "Let. Her. Go" Zayns angry voice growled from behind Niall. I fell to the ground, crying. I heard a more, viscous, legit, growl. I looked hosed Dutch, ears flat, eyes narrowed she made her way around Niall, no me where she lovingly rubbed her head knee affectionally. When Niall turned, his face full of confusion Dutch snapped, and he quickly turned as though Dutch would actually hurt him, and she would. I buried my head in her warm fur, and cried. A jerk then a loud slam caught my attention, looking up I only see Meg, taking the place where Niall used to be. Her eyes full of forgiveness. "I'm sorry" she whispered. "It's not your fault" I stifled between sobs. "Yes... I got us into, this, the not eating." I sighed, we were both to blame, equally guilty. "Then how but we go eat?" I offered. We made our way threw the living room, I heard shouting from out side. I was light headed, all the bright lights, shown from hell. Halfway across the living room, it all went black.

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