Makayla's POV:
"Aww look at them, their so cute" I herd someone say, waking me up from my blissful slumber. "Quick take a photo" I herd someone else say right before I herd a click.
"Shush your going to wake them up" one of them shushed. "Well maybe we should wake them up because Dylan's hogging Makayla" the other person replied
"Would y'all shut the fuck up" Dylan growled from beside of me. I was about to pry myself from Dylan's steal grip when I was pulled into his firm chest.
He was now holding me even tighter then he was before. He stuffed his head into my neck trying to block out the morning light, and our loud brothers.
I finally opened my eyes only to be meet with a very firm, and very bear chest. I peeked over Dylan's chest to see Luke holding his phone standing next to Bryson.
"Now look what you've done" Luke said motioning to me. "Hey, this is not my fault. If it's anyone's fault it's your loud talking" Bryson bit back.
"Was not"
"Was too"
"Was not"
"Was too"
"Was not"
"Was too"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET OUT" Dylan yelled making me flinch. "Remind me not to deal with a cranky Dylan" Luke mumbled before both him and Bryson scurried out of my bedroom.
Dylan buried his head in a pillow before letting out a loud groan. I giggled because of his childish behavior.
"Guess we have to get up now" Dylan grumbled, picking his face up from the pillow. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my head back into his chest.
I felt his chest vibrate from the soft chuckle. "Your comfy" I mumbled into his chest. I once again felt the the vibrations of his soft chuckle.
"As much as I love cuddling with you I also love breakfast, so we have to separate" he calmly told me. The only response that I gave him was a loud groan.
Before I could fall back asleep I felt someone start to tickle me. My eyes shot open looking for the culprit.
Dylan sat there with a smirk on his face while I sat there laughing my butt off. "P...please Dy...lan s...t...op" I crooked out in between my fits of laughter.
"Mmhh" Dylan said acting like he was thinking about it. "Only if you say that I'm your favorite brother" he stated with a smirk.
"Never" I wheezed out. "Ok we then you know how to get me to stop" he said tickling me even more now. After another minute I could take it anymore and finally gave in.
"Yo...ur my fav...orit...e bro...ther" I tried to say. "You damn right I am" he said with a smile. He finally stoped tickling me and just let me catch my breath.
I glared at him from the corner of my eyes. "Is that anyway to look at your favorite brother" he said with fake hurt.
A small smirk made its way to my lips because of the great idea that just formed in my head. Before he could utter another word i Pounced on him.
I was sitting on his chest while tickling him. This son of a biscuit just stared at me with a blank face. I took a break from trying to tickle seeing as my hands where starting to cramp up.
"Are you done now" he asked, a small smile present on his lips. "How are you not ticklish" I gaped at him. He simply shrugged his shoulder and sat up causing me to fall into his lap.
"Now stop staling and go get ready for the day" he said while giving me a playful glare. "Fine" I groaned drawing it out as I rolled off of his lap and headed into my huge closet.
I grabbed a random pair of clothes before headed into my bathroom. But not before giving Dylan my pinky finger.
(A/N: ok so where I'm from in elementary school kids decided that the pinky was the Chinese middle finger. So now instead of sticking up our middle finger a lot of us stick up our pinky's. Ok sorry just wanted to make sure that you all understand that)
I herd Dylan let out a soft chuckle as I closed the door. I turned on the shower making sure that the water was nice and hot.
When I turned back around I froze, looking at myself in the mirror. Some of my bruises where and cuts where starting to heal but it was more then that. For the first time in a long time my eyes looked bright and happy. They didn't have that usual dull and lifeless look.
Of corse though I could never just have a good moment. My eyes may have more life but I had gained a lot of weight. I was even fatter then I was when I first came here.
Along with that, my scar where covering my entire body. They just reminded me, and everyone else just how broken I am. This was just yet another way that even in his grave Darrell affected me.
Not being able to take that hideous sight any longer, I turned around and quickly took off my clothes before jumping into the shower. The water burned my skin a little but I welcomed the pain right now.
I quickly washed myself and my hair before I turned off the water. I got out of the shower and wrapped myself in a fluffy towel. I swear everything that they have here is so soft.
I brushed my teeth, put on some lotion and then put on that scar cream that Bryson got me. I really hope that this works.
As I was putting the scar cream away something fought my eye. Laying the was my razor. I swiftly dropped the cream back into the drawer an picked up the the razor.
I was itching to cut myself right now. I need some kind of control after everything that's been going on. Plus I deserve the pain.
With the pain from my last beating slowly starting to disappear and no new beating, I need some kind of pain just to feel normal again.
I pressed the cold, Smith blade to my skin and was about to cut until I remembered yesterday. The hurt and defeated look in Bryson's eyes as he held my scared wrist and I told him what I do.
I know that it's bad to do but it just makes me feel something. It makes me feel in control of my own life. It takes away from the emotional pain that I feel at least just for a little bit. I couldn't take it anymore.
One for being week
Two telling my brothers
Three for getting help
Four for going against Bryson
Five for being ugly
Six for being fat
Seven for actually having fun this morning
And eight for wanting to trust my brothers
By the time that I finished tears where freely running down my face. I washed off the blood before putty mg on a few bandaids.
I then realized how long I was taking and rushed to throw on my clothes. I just threw on some plain black leggings and a navy long sleeved top. The top is a little big for me and goes to my finger tip so hopefully they won't see my new cuts. I paired the outfit with a pair of multicolored socks.
I quickly brushed threw my wet and tangled hair before just throwing it into a messy bun.
I then rushed out of my bathroom and to my door. I paused when my hand touched the cold metal doorknob. Let's see what this day brings I thought to myself.
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A/N:
HAPPY NEW YEARS!!! I hope that you all had a great start to 2021. I know last year was super crazy and I really hope that all of you guys have the best year ever.
Now speaking of crazy this story just hit 20k reads. Like WHATTT!!! I never thought that this day would come. Thank you to everyone reading and voting for my book I really appreciate it.
Make sure that you guys are all still staying safe. You guys are amazing and I hope you all an incredible year!!
