#sevenmccns

Many things felt weird about her arrival to her father’s and uncle’s hometown. First her father just died, not due to the cancer that spread by his body, but rather the easier and faster route as some said, along her mother that cowardly didn’t want to face the world without her other half, having no regards for her own child, that suffered just as much, even if Morgan didn’t want to give that mind, since after all her parents never truly cared and she was nothing but an accessory. It still left a bad taste on her mouth when pondering about them in such a way, because in the end of the day, she knew her parents were surely a similar product of the media and the side effects fame had on people as she also was in part and in the end of the day, they were dead and the only parents she ever had, so she felt weird to think of them in such a way. She couldn’t help but still wonder if all of this her uncle was doing for her was to get his hands on the money, although he said that her nanny’s reasons could be those as at least he was family, he had reasons to care about his own niece and this would all mean that she was there, free, without any excuses to dip herself head first into recovery.

Either way, with a sigh, she finally left her uncle’s car after what seemed like at least fifteen minutes and observed the wooden large cabin he was living in by the rural area of the country and stood there with her hands by her sides once up, simply holding a small purse in one hand as he didn’t trust her to take anything else. “You should focus only on getting back on your feet.” He said, with a certain reason. Morgan had been extremely sick with an eating disorder as one of the means to cope with what went in her head and around her toxic life and now that she was there to recover, he sort of was being protective of her as her father should of had done.

“Let me at least help you with one bag? The smallest I brought, please?” She still offered, but he still shook his head as he came back out after a while, to reach in again for the trunk on the old vehicle to take out another bag with grunt, which had her feeling guilty, because she knew well she body checked herself in a few of the outfits she brought along, she knew they wouldn’t fit in a while if indeed managing to gain the weight, but the teenager wasn’t yet ready to get rid of them, although having her first step taken, which was admitting she had a problem.

“Wait a bit for us to be done, then -- I’d say we have something for lunch. Do you feel like you can do that for me? I thought we could go to a place nearby to eat and then show you around town?” The male suggested, uncertain of his words and what that would imply, since he didn’t understand the situation, but also didn’t meant to have her run back to the Hell hole she was by before or throw her into any place without knowing if what he was doing was right. Besides, he wasn’t even a girl or had anyone around, so he thought that going to the dinner, talking to the owner there and the girls there could maybe work? Maybe Jackson took a bigger bite than what he could chew by trying to help the girl, but he couldn’t also just stand there and continue to see his family ruin.

☆:**:. The older man had been busy preparing tea, his focus not really on anything else. Though, he had wondered slightly if BYUL had decided what movie to watch. What he had not been expecting had been to find the younger on his bed touching himself, face contorted in pleasure. It had taken him a moment to register the scene before he could finally shake himself back into reality with the realization that his lower areas were tightening in painful manner as bulge strained against jeans. Heat had risen to his face, mind numb while he had continued to watch.