(Tw for emotional abuse, anorexia, fatphobia, verbal abuse, abusive relationships, and self-harm.)

"Shut up, Patrick!" Pete screams, "Just shut up you pathetic piece of shit, do you want to fucking know why Joe left you? Do you wanna know why you came crawling to me when you didn't have anyone else to go to? Because you will never be loved until you do as people say. Because you don't fucking care enough. You are disgusting, Patrick. An absolute fucking fat piece of shit."

Patrick chokes as he falls back to the ground and Pete comes stomping closer to him, "You are such disappointment and you'll never change. You will never be loved by anyone besides me is that understood?"

"Yes, Master," Patrick chokes out, "I-I'm sorry."

"Shut up and sleep in the goddamn bathtub. You don't even deserve to sleep on the couch. Clean your disgusting self up and don't even think about getting in my way again." Pete turns away, slamming the door to the bedroom.

Patrick takes a long breath, and finally after a long moment, he heads to the bathroom.

He knows what he has to do.

He has to purge himself of the disappointment he's become. And of everything that makes him so disgusting.

***

Patrick avoids Pete for the next week, doesn't eat, doesn't function near at all. He passes out once or twice, but he manages. If he's honest, it's worth it to please Pete. Because he is a disappointment. Because he can't be clean until he purges himself of everything that's poisoned him.

Pete's typing something up on his computer for work when Patrick finally comes walking into the living room, his head down and his hands in his pockets.

"Patrick?" Pete asks, "I thought I told you not to come into my sight until you weren't a fat piece of shit."

"I-I'm s-still f-fat but I h-haven't eaten in a week, a-and I've been making m-myself puke. J-just for you, Pete," Patrick flinches when Pete rises to his feet and stands in front of him.

"You haven't eaten at all?" Pete questions.

"Y-Yes, just for y-you. I-I don't wanna d-disappoint you again," Patrick whispers, trying not to cry.

Pete nods, pulling Patrick's shirt up softly and rubbing his fingers over the chub that still rests there, "You're so good for me, aren't you?"

Patrick sniffles, wiping his tears away and nodding.

"A-All for you."