Chapters (46)
- Cover
- Dedication
- PART ONE
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- PART TWO
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- PART THREE
- Chapter Thirty-One
- PART FOUR
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Acknowledgements
- Keep Reading …
- About the Author
- About the Publisher
Whilst he starts running the taps, I turn and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror above the sink. I startle, as I often do when I catch sight of myself unexpectedly these days, because it’s like a stranger has appeared out of nowhere and is staring at me with a look of shock on their face. I’m so thin. I really need to start eating again. Hopefully all the fresh air will help rouse my appetite.
I head into the bedroom to unpack, folding my clothes neatly into the drawers of the dresser, leaving the top one clear for Liam. I can’t help but imagine what it would be like to live here. We keep talking about buying together, although Liam moved in with me a while ago. It made sense, as I have a two-bedroom terrace house and he was living in a flat-share with a colleague. He’s been saving up for years to put down a deposit on his own place and now that I have a little inheritance from my mother, we’ve been talking about pooling our money and buying somewhere bigger.
By the time I head back into the bathroom I find Liam has emptied half a bottle of Molton Brown bubble bath into the bathtub and it’s almost overflowing. He grins like a kid and I laugh.
‘Go on, get in,’ he says.
I undress slowly, aware of Liam watching. I feel self-conscious about my body, always have, but I know how much he enjoys looking at me. And even though I’ve lost some weight, he’s always telling me that I’m gorgeous and paying me compliments. At first, I found it hard to hear and didn’t believe him, because no one had ever paid me that much attention before, or treated me the way he did – and even now, eight months later, I still haven’t quite got used to it.
I grew up with a father who was always calling my mother names and yelling abuse at me, too, telling me I was a lazy, fat cow. And before Liam, I dated a couple of guys, one at school and one just last year, both of whom ended up being as awful as my dad, though at the time of course I couldn’t see it; I was just flattered that somebody was interested in me. I cringe when I think about it now – how pathetic I was, how needy, and how willing I was to put the needs of undeserving people before my own.