^*Trigger warning: brief attempt at suicuide and vague reference to rape/p********a ***
As it turned out, Dylan wouldn’t let Alyssa immediately get to work as she’d hoped too. No. When she came downstairs fully clothed and dressed, Dylan had a hot breakfast waiting for her on the kitchen counter. He wouldn’t take no for an answer and promised that they’d both get everything done together after she’d eaten.
“I don’t eat turkey bacon,” Alyssa sniffed stubbornly as she looked at the selections before her.
“Your cinnamon oatmeal is right here,” Dylan pointed out as he sat across from Alyssa at the kitchen island on a stool.
Alyssa reached for a some blueberries to add to her oatmeal.
“Here, you’ve gotta try these protein chocolate chip pancakes,” Dylan urged as he pushed a plate towa
