Arabella's P.O.V
It was now Friday, another night of the dates. Since I first threw up, everything had just been a downward spiral. Each day was the same.
I pretend to eat my breakfast, drink some water and then go to the gym until around two. I would then go on a run outside after I threw up, have a shower, eat some bread and chuck the rest of my meal and then either read, watch a movie or hang out with Rory for the rest of the evening.
Right now, I was at the stage of my day where I went down to the gym. My outfit consisted of a tank top, tucked into some navy blue sports leggings and a pair of white trainers. My water bottle was really my only source of food, and I was already feeling a little queasy.
The headaches I used to get when I was bulimic were back but even worse. I coul
