His Plumpy Obsession

CHAPTER ONE: THE FIRE

Mila's POV

I'm going to f*ck*ng die in here.

The thought occurred to me as smoke filled my lungs and I coughed so hard my chest burned.

The hallway was black, thick with heat and ash, and I couldn't see anything. My eyes watered and my throat felt like it was closing.

"Help!" I screamed, but my voice came out weak and broken. "Someone help me!"

I stumbled forward, my hands reaching out in front of me, trying to find the wall, the door, anything. The heat was unbearable and if I really were to stay here for the next 10 minutes, I might just die.

How did this happen?

I'd been asleep when the shouting started. By the time I opened my eyes, the hallway outside my room was already burning. I grabbed my phone and ran, but the stairs were blocked. Flames everywhere and people were screaming and running.

And no one stopped to help me.

I heard footsteps behind me and I turned, hope flaring in my chest.

"Please," I gasped. "Please help me, I can't..."

A man shoved past me without even looking. His shoulder slammed into mine and I stumbled backward, my foot catching on something. I fell hard, my knee cracking against the floor.

Pain shot through my leg and I cried out.

"Wait!" I screamed after him, but he was already gone.

I tried to stand but my leg buckled under me. Something was wrong and when I looked down and saw blood seeping through my jeans. My knee was scraped raw, bleeding, and when I tried to put weight on it, the pain made me dizzy.

Get up, get up now. I said out loud but not like that was going to help me get up.

I forced myself to my feet, leaning against the wall for support. The smoke was getting thicker and o could barely see two feet in front of me. My

I limped forward, dragging my injured leg behind me. The heat was already unbearable now.

I heard a crash behind me and turned just in time to see part of the ceiling collapse. Debris rained down, wood and plaster and God knows what else. I threw my arms over my head and ran.

My leg screamed in protest but I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. If i could just get to the stairwell.

But when I rounded the corner, my heart sank. The stairs were completely engulfed in flames. There was no way through and it was at that moment I really that I'm trapped.

Panic clawed at my throat. I turned back, looking for another way out, but the hallway I'd just come from was burning now too.

This is it. This is how I was going to end.

I pressed myself against the wall, my whole body shook and images flashed through my mind. My parents, the car accident.

Being eight years old and watching their caskets being lowered into the ground.

I was sent to live with my aunt. Except she wasn't really my aunt. She was some distant relative who took me in because no one else would. And she made sure I knew it every single day.

"You're lucky I took you in," she'd say whenever I asked for anything.

I thought about the things she let her boyfriend do. The way he looked at me. The way he touched me when she wasn't around and the way food became the only thing that made me feel safe.

Eating was the only time I felt in control and due to that I added weight and ended up being this…….big.

And now I was going to die here, in this burning building, because I was too slow and fat, and too worthless for anyone to stop and help.

But no, I wasn't going to die here. I had endured that much pain until now and dying here would not solve anything.

I forced myself to move. My leg screamed but I ignored it. I stumbled down the hallway, away from the stairs, looking for a window, a door, anything.

And then I saw a window at the end of the hall. It was small, barely big enough to fit through, but it was there. I just crawled out of where I was sitting.

When I reached the window, I slammed my fist against the glass but didn't break. I hit it again. And again.

"Come on!" I screamed.

On the fourth hit, the glass shattered and I used my elbow to clear the remaining shards and looked down. We were on the second floor. Not too high, but high enough that the jump would hurt. It was etter than burning alive.

I climbed onto the windowsill, and I took a breath and jumped.

The impact knocked the air out of my lungs. I hit the ground hard, my injured leg buckling beneath me, and I rolled onto my side, gasping. But I was alive.

I lay there for a moment, staring up at the burning building, watching smoke pour out of the window I'd just jumped from.

I made it.

I limped away from the building, and i didn't even know where I was going. I just knew I couldn't stay here.

By the time I stopped walking, the sun was starting to rise. My whole body ached and my clothes were torn and covered in ash and blood. I had nothing. No phone,no money and most importantly, no place to go.

Except one which was Ryan, my boyfriend's place. He was the only person who'd ever said he loved me when I was still fat.

He'd stayed with me through everything, through the weight loss, the workouts and all of it.

I limped through the streets, my leg barely holding me up, until I finally reached his building. It took me twenty minutes to climb the stairs to his apartment because my leg kept giving out.

When I reached his door, I stopped. My hand hovered over the doorknob.

What if he's asleep? What if I'm bothering him?

I shook the thought away. Ryan loved me. He'd want to know I was okay. He'd want to help and when i turned the knon, the door was unlocked.

I pushed it open slowly, stepping inside. The apartment was dark except for a light coming from the bedroom. But then I heard a sound. It was a moaning and I wasn't even sure if I could hear clearly

My stomach dropped and I kept whispering o.

I walked toward the bedroom, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might explode. The door was cracked open just enough for me to see inside.

And that's when I saw them. Ryan was in bed with Tessa Lang. 𝑴𝒚 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅.

Her head was thrown back, her hands gripping the headboard as she rode him. Ryan's hands were on her hips, guiding her, his face twisted in pleasure.

I couldn't move for a while as I tried to process what was happening.

Tessa's eyes opened and she looked right at me. For a second, neither of us said anything.

Then she smiled.

CHAPTER TWO: THE TRUTH

Mila's POV

"Well, well," Tessa said, still riding Ryan, not even bothering to stop. "Look who finally showed up. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒊𝒈."

Ryan's head snapped toward the door and his eyes went wide when he saw me standing there. He pushed Tessa off him and she laughed as she fell onto the bed beside him, completely naked and unbothered.

"Mila," Ryan said, grabbing the sheet to cover himself. "What are you doing here?"

What am I doing here?

I stared at him, my mouth open, but no words came out. My mind was blank, completely empty except for the image of what I'd just seen.

"I..." My voice cracked and I cleared my throat, trying again. "There was a fire. At my building. I almost died."

Ryan blinked at me like he didn't understand what I was saying.

"A fire?" he repeated.

"Yes, a fire!" My voice came out louder than I meant it to.