You hadn't been eating lately. Or atleast, eating very little. You weren't happy with your body, and no matter how skinny you were you still felt uncomfortable inside your own skin.

You had developed an eating disorder, and you ate very little, only the occasional toast or bite of dinner. But now you were struggling to hide it and your dad, Alec, is starting to pick up on it.

When the inevitable time of dinner approached, you were called downstairs. Alec made spaghetti. You had the usual small conversation, but you noticed Alec watching you poke around at your food.

"We've got to talk." He eventually decided and alone that sentence made you freeze in your seat.