Kacey's POV
The dizziness I feel with every step I take is brutal; it feels like I've been drinking all night or like someone injected me with a lethal poison.
I clutched my stomach and vomited everything I had for breakfast into the clinic bathroom toilet. I can't go on like this; I've lost so much weight, and everything I eat, I vomit. My cheeks have lost their characteristic pink color, my lips are pale, and my body is weak.
I exit the bathroom stall and look at myself in the mirror. The scar on my cheek is horrifying, not as bad as Kelsea's, but enough to make me feel like a monster. A thick tear rolls down my eye as I see myself; if it weren't for the surgery Roman paid for, I would be worse off. I would be what I despised so much, what I still hate, because everything she wants, s
