Raelyn’s pov
I didn’t think being hungry would have this effect on me.
I don’t think Dylan did either.
He probably assumed I’d grovel and beg for food. That it would make me humble. That it would keep me down.
And it did.
The first few days at least. I tried eating as little as possible to make the food last. But eventually there was hardly anything left.
Even as a kid, my grandma said I would get hangry when I was hungry. It means hungry and angry, but you probably know this.
But I grew to keep that anger in, knowing it would get me in trouble with Dylan. Any emotion I tried to keep to myself.
If I were too happy, Dylan would find a way to ruin it. If I was sad, Dylan would find a way to make me even sadder. And if I was angry, well, I had to be very careful, because Dylan was far
