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closely behind him, helping himself to pasta. “Are you feeling better?” I nod; I really did feel a fraction more like my old self. A big part of me wants to be a little more like the Abigail Adams I once knew; a real person.
    “Good. Now about these bruises and cuts, I need to take a look at you properly in case you have fractured your ribs or something.” He came and stood by my side causing my protective instincts to stir up inside me. I look back and forth between the two of them, their well-built frames kind of scaring the shit out of me.
    “Don’t worry about him sweetheart, he’s a big bloody softy.” Leighton informs me, winking.
    “Leigh, don’t start, I’ll lay you flat on your arse mate.” the other guy announces, with a prominent twinge of an Italian accent.
    “I, I don’t know. I’m fine. I’ll be ok. I’ve been by myself for three years. I’m sure I can manage with a few bruises and cuts. It’s nothing really.” I withdraw into myself, like I always do when frightened and threatened. I really don’t want him, or anyone for that matter, to see my Bony frame. I have no fat at all, my ribs are visible through my skin.
    “It’s okay. No pressure. I just don’t want you damaging yourself further if something is broken.” I’m not used to someone caring. The only people I have been associated with the last three years have been those who wanted to use and abuse my body.
    “Okay. I suppose it’s sensible to let you look. But please don’t stare. I kind of look like a child with nothing on ‘kay?” and that is the truth. The body I had when I lived with Lisa, the toned abs from swimming so much, the ivory cream skin, the larger than average breasts, were all gone. Before the mirror now stood a bony, anorexic sized girl, size B cup breasts not even supported by a bra and veiny blue and white miss-matched skin.
    “Why would I laugh. I’m not an arsehole. Come let’s take a look at those bruises.” He pushes his hand forward asking for me to take it. I look once again at his friend, and then to him. I was nervous at going with him, it was bad enough one looking I didn’t need two.
    “Don’t worry, Ant isn’t coming. Just you, me and Heidi, you’ll be safe I promise. I just want to clean your wounds and make you feel a little better okay?” he tells me and asks me all at the same time, his warm smile calming me the tiniest little bit.
    I take a deep breath, nodding at him and placing my small child like hand in his. His large fingers wrap around my dainty little one, swallowing them whole. He pulls me beside him towards a set of stairs. Walking up them to a house type of door. He pulls a key out and unlocks it.
    Inside is a flat. No sorry, it is a luxurious apartment. It is quite normal for restaurants, pubs and even shops to have flats above them, but this, this is like a penthouse suite (not that I know what one looks like). “Wow,” I exclaim as I stare around the large expanse of the place. It must be in correlation to the restaurant in size, with masculine colours of grey, black and slate grey.
    “Come, I’ll take you to the bedroom, it will be more comfortable for you there.” he leads me through the beautiful cosy lounge, the material sofa just calling for me to dive on and snuggle.
     “Sit on the bed, take your trousers and top off and I’ll take a look. If you lie on your front first and I’ll look at your back.” he tells me as he opens the bedroom door guiding me through. The room is already lit with a warm ambient glow; Heidi is sat on the chair by the bed. A bowl of water and cotton swabs already set up.
    “Leighton, leave the room whilst the girl gets undressed would you?” Heidi instructs him, smiling kindly at me.
    “Of course, just call when you’re ready.” He replies, leaving the room and closing the door.
    “I know it’s hard trusting people sweetheart, but he’s one of the goods ones. If I knew how to look at these wounds myself I would, but