Makayla's POV:
I took a deep breath before opening my door not really ready to deal with reality. Spending time with Dylan this morning, for once just made me feel normal. Not like some broken girl from a bad home.
I slowly made my way downstairs and into the kitchen. "Morning sleeping beauty" Bryson joked as I walked into the kitchen. Bryson was cooking what looked to be scrambled eggs over the stove.
Along side Bryson's eggs the was a pan full of sizzling bacon. "You can go sit at the table with the twins. Foods almost ready anyways" Bryson told giving me a warm smile.
"Ok" I mumbled looking down. Something just came over me last night. It was like I had no filter. I mean I usually think those sarcastic comments but I never actually say them.
But for some reason with I was with Dylan I just felt safe and I let my guard down. I shouldn't be stupid like that though. Whenever I let my guard down I end up hurt and I know if I get hurt again I won't be able to hold on any longer.
"Hey Makayla come join us" Luke said with a large smile while patting g the seat beside him. I hesitantly approached the both of them, taking the seat next to Luke.
"So Makayla care to explain why you and Dylan had a slumber party and chose not to invite me" Like said while playfully glaring at me.
I felt heat rush to my cheeks at the fact that my brothers knew about last night. It's not like we did anything wrong but it just feels like once everyone knows it becomes real, and when it's real it's scary.
"You weren't invited because your annoying" Liam stated rolling his eyes. Hearing his voice made me think of the night when he came into me room. I hate to admit how much I enjoyed his presents there.
Luke stuck out his bottom lip trying to I guess make a pouty face. I was going to tell Luke that he wasn't annoying when steaming food was placed in front of me.
"Bon appétit" Bryson said taking his seat as the maids brought out or food. "Where is everybody else" I inquired after noticing that only Bryson, the twins and I where present at the table.
"Archer and Ethan left early this morning for work and they just called Dylan in to uhh... help out" Bryson told me. I'm confused on why he stumbled over his words. I do that when I nervous or lying, but he wouldn't lie to me right.
I chose to ignore it and instead focused on the food that sat In front of me. There was a small portion of scrambled eggs, one strip of bacon and half a slice of buttered toast.
I know that this is a small portion of food but eating it made me feel fat. "What's wrong" Bryson asked me cocking an eyebrow at me.
"I...uhh...nothing" I stuttered. I picked up my spoon and ate a little of my eggs. Bryson held his gaze a little longer but finally returned to his plate after I finished my eggs.
I took a bite of the bacon and had to stop myself from moaning. Bacon is something that I always cooked for Darrell and sometimes if I was good that week then he would even let me have a little bit of it.
It felt odd to just eat food three times a day. As good as it tasted though I can't get past how I feel every time I look into the mirror. Even when my bone are sticking out I still feel fat. I feel like I don't deserve to eat this food.
At the same time though I know deep down that I'm underweight. I know that I need to get more vitamins and nutrients into my body so that I'll heal faster. I know that Bryson is right and I need to eat this food.
With that in mind I finished the rest of my plate. I didn't want to think about all of the calories that I was consuming, or all of the fat, just the fact that in Bryson's medical opinion I need to eat more.
