Makayla's POV:
Every part of my body was screaming at me in pain. I didn't want to open my eyes in fear that I would be meet with blinding light.
I try to move my fingers, but I get no response. It's like my body is made of lead. Finally after like three minutes I can move my fingers.
I can feel them almost twitching. It's not very much, but it all the energy that I can muster up right now.
"Makayla, are you awake. Can you hear me right now" I hear Brysons distant. I know I won't be able to talk to him so I move my fingers again.
"Oh thank goodness, I was starting to get worried" he said sounding closer to me. I felt someone grab on to my hand.
"I know it's gonna be hard but can you open your eyes for me" I herd him ask. "I'll be right here don't worry" he gently coxed me.
Very slowly I managed to peel my eyes open. For once I wasn't meet with blinding light. Instead I was in my room with nothing but the warm glow of my two lamp.
"It's so nice to see those beautiful little eyes again" he cooed creasing my cheek with his knuckle.
I opened my mouth to speak, but I was meet with intense pain in my throat. "Here let me get you some water" Bryson said getting off the bed.
He grabbed a glass of water that was on the other side of the room, bringing it over to me. He helped me sit up and then placed the water in my shaky hands.
Seeing how shaky my hands where, he helped me guid the glass of water to my dry and cracked lips. I finished the water off in a few large gulps.
I watched as Bryson placed the empty glass on my bedside table. He turned back to me, eyes full of pity. "How are you feeling" he asked me.
"Like I just got hit by a train" I told him. I don't really know what it feels like to be hit by a train, but I imagine it to feel much like this.
Every part of my body feels sore and heavy. Some parts are worse then others, such as my ribs, stomach and neck.
Just as I thought that, I started to remember bits and pieces of what had just happened. My hand flew to my throat remembering the knife that had cut it.
Before my hand could meet my neck Bryson caught it with his hand. "Careful Tesoro, I don't want you messing up your stitches" he warned me. (Sweetheart)
"Stitches?" I asked confused.
"Yea, I had to stitch your neck up after what happened with Roman". Him saying that name brought everything back.
The torture that I had to endure. The Constant beatings and the lack of food. But worse of all I remember what my brothers had done.
I remember watching them kill so many people. I remember Archer shooting Roman right in front of me.
"Makayla what's wrong" Bryson asked worried. I hadn't even released that there where silent tears flowing down me face.
It was to much for me to take. I broke down sobbing. Bryson moved to comfort me but it only caused me to flinch away from him.
He looked hurt but I don't care. I don't care that his feelings are hurt when they kill people. My brothers kill people. "Who are you guys" I sobbed.
"We're your brothers" Bryson said softly. I shook my head saying "No, your killers". Bryson stood up off my bed looking at the ground.
"I'll give you some space. Call me if you need anything, your phones next to you" he said in a defeated voice before he started walking out of my room.
As his hand touched the door knob he stopped and looked back at me. I could take the hurt in his eyes. I turned my head not wanting to see it anymore.
I herd him let out a sigh before opening the door. As soon as he opened the door I herd paws rush towards me. King ran right over stopping right next to my bed.
He jumped up, carful to avoid hurting my further. He laid down on his stomach and slowly started crawling towards me.
I herd my bedroom door close, but I didn't care to look away from king. He touched his cold nose to my hand.
"Hey boy" I choked out through my sobs. I weakly ran my hands through his soft fur.
My sobs slowed in to steady hiccups. I felt so lost right now. I trusted my brothers. I thought that they where different, but it turns out that there just like Darrell.
If anything their even worse then he was. At least he didn't kill anyone. I feel asleep to all of these thought swimming around in my head.
I woke up to a soft knock on my door. I opened my eyes in time to see Ethan enter my room with a tray of food.
"Good morning baby. How are you feeling" he said getting closer. 'Oh I'm great, I love watching my brothers kill people' I wanted to say. Instead I opted for silence.
I looked down to see the king hadn't moved. He was looking up at me with his big doe eyes. I scraped him behind his ear, glad that he was here with me.
"I brought you and king some breakfast" he said placing the tray on my bed side table. He took the dog bowl off and placed it on the ground for king.
He waited for my response but it never came. I herd him let out a defeated sigh before leaving the room.
King jumped off the bed to eat his food. I looked next to me and saw some pancakes, bacon and scrambled eggs. As good as the food smelled I couldn't bring myself to eat it.
I had no appetite at this moment. All I could think about was my brothers. I really wanted this to all be a bad dream, but I know that it's not.
Ethan came back an hour later to take the tray back down. He looked like he wanted to say something when he saw that it was full, but I think he knew that I wasn't going to answer him.
Currently it's 1:37 and I'm still laying in bed. Bryson came in to drop off food for lunch and I pretended to be asleep. He set it down on my nightstand before quietly leaving.
It was a grilled cheese sandwich and some tomato soup. Just like breakfast it smelled delicious, but I couldn't bring myself to eat it.
A soft knock on my door broke me out of my trance. The door cracked open and Liam popped his head into the room. "Hey Makayla, I'm glad to see that your awake" he smiled as he walked all the way into my room, closing the door behind him.
