Max's POV
It took everything in me to not laugh when I went into the bathroom and saw Lyla sitting on the bathroom floor and unable to get up. She looked like a drowned rat with her hair wet and stuck to her face. I had to snap at her, so I didn't laugh, and I could see that she took it personally. It wasn't. She never answered me, but she didn't need to. I reached down and lifted her up easily. This girl needed to eat a lot. She was skin and bones. I could also see some of the scars on her. They were little, but I knew exactly what they were and the fact that she is able to be clean now was amazing. When she told me that her father would force her to do drugs, I felt like the biggest asshole trying to make her take painkillers, but I'm so proud of her that she was able to stand up to me
