The Prophecy

Chapter Fourteen

No one moved. My hand was still raised pointing at the brother my heart told me was the one I was supposed to be with and neither he nor anyone else in the room spoke. After a what seemed like an eternity but I’m sure just just a minute or two I lowered my hand and said, “I know it’s strange, I know it doesn’t make sense but have to follow my instincts, all of you have qualities that make me think if I picked you we would be amazing together and have an epic love. But the fact that my head doesn’t know, I have to go with my heart… and you Waylon, you feel exactly how I do. You don’t know what’s going to happen, you hate feeling so uncertain for someone who has always been so damn sure but we both know that we want this. It’s not perfect, it’s not comfortable all the time like me and Callen, it’s not always exciting like me and Athen but to me that’s what makes it real. Because I always thought real love wasn’t supposed to be perfect, there are going to be days where I hate you and days that seem like nothing can go wrong and I think together we can do this. What do you say?” 

I waited, and finally my Aunt said something, “Well boy? What are you doin’? This girl just poured her whole heart out in this kitchen and you’re gonna stand there like cat got your tongue?” 

I knew there would be some fall out but before anyone else could say a word Callen erupted and threw his arms down sending the whole stack of dinner plates crashing onto his mothers kitchen floor. 

“CALLEN WHITTEN!!! What in the hell has gotten into you!!” Marg screamed.

“Boy now I know you were not raised this way and I’ll be damned if you think I’m cleaning up after your goddamn tantrum you better go get yourself the broom! And you’re gonna be lucky if I don’t bend you over my knee for this those were your grandmamas dishes I cannot believe-” Ms Loretta exclaimed but was cut off.

“NO!” Callen said, “Screw you Echo! Screw the lot of you! You all know I’m the right choice! You just doomed us all! You think WAYLON is the one to bring balance to magic?” He scoffed. “Like hell he is! I’m the responsible one! I’m the one who worked his ass off my whole life to be the BEST! The most dependable! I’m the goddamn boy next door! I’m the smartest, the hardest working, I’m on track to be an elder in my own right for Christ sake!!!!!” As he screamed the last words he balled his fists and slammed them towards the floor, out of no where the house began to sway, and then shake. 

“Callen! Son! Calm down!!!” My uncle ran from the other side of the room and tried to wrap his arms around his son, Callen in turn shoved his father from him to the floor with a loud thud. 

“CALLEN!” Yelled his mother in horror. His face was turning red and he closed his eyes and started lifting his hands up slowly towards the sky causing the house to shake more violently. I started to lose my balance and faltered slightly catching myself on the doorway.

“Someone do something!!” I screamed. Athen grabbed one of his mothers old cook books off the center island and slammed his baby brother on the back of the head knocking him unconscious and we all watching him fall to the floor, the house slowly steadying and finally resting still. The chandelier above our heads still swaying Loretta was the first to speak.

“Arthur why don’t you and the boys get him to his room, girls lets get this place cleaned up Marg here take this broom Echo go grab the dust pan.” Loretta took charge and we all busied ourselves trying to erased the horrific moments that had just passed. The guilt ate me up every moment I stood in that kitchen, watching my Auntie silently brush the tears off her cheek and Ms Loretta avoid my gaze at all costs because this was my fault. But seeing Callen react the way he did just made me more sure than ever of my choice not to pick him, the darkness I saw in his eyes that day in the library came out full force today and the mere thought of what could have happened had Athen not knock his little brother unconscious made me shudder. 

We finished and my aunt left the room immediately no doubt to go find her husband and to check on her children. I sat there a moment not knowing what to do or where to go Ms Loretta said, “Hun I’d just go on upstairs, we all know you did what you had to do we all knew two people would be hurt in the end and not a damn one of us knew that boy would pull that kind of nonsense but I think we’ve all had a day and you best go wash up and get some rest darlin’” 

“Ok.” I said, and I did what she said. I walked straight upstairs to my room past Bianca who was trying to ask me what had happened and into my bathroom, I shut the door and turned on my bath. I crumpled to the floor and started to sob now that my tears could be masked by the rushing sound of running water. I let everything out all the fear I had when I told them Waylon was the one, the guilt I’m feeling knowing I broke Athen and Callens hearts, and the disappointment because I know Marg and Arthur must blame me for what happened and all I wanted to do was make them proud of me and live up to this impossible position I was given. I got up and turned my bath off unrobed and slid into the scalding hot water. When I felt that I had washed enough of the day away I got out and changed into some flannel pajama pants and a baggy tee shirt that used to belong to my father. I walked out of my closet and Sitting on the edge of my bed was none other than Waylon Whitten.

“So…” I said, twirling my foot in circles on the carpet not able to hide my anxiety, waiting for him to say something. I knew that his bother had just tried to tear the house down around us but before that I had kind of just professed my undying love for him or what ever. But to my shock he actually didn’t say anything, he got up off the bed and in two bounds my face was in his hands and his mouth was on mine. The last few months every time I’d been alone with one of the brothers it just never felt right, something held me back but this time it felt more right than anything I’d ever felt in my entire life. 

His kisses were warm and started out soft but became more feverous, almost desperate and I felt exactly the same. Waylon lifted me into his arms and carried me over to my bed setting me down on my back, we disconnected for a brief second to remove his shirt and come back down to me but I stopped him. “Whats wrong?” He said breathlessly. 

“Nothing is wrong, I just want to… I want to take all of this in all of you.” I leaned up and ran my hands down his chest, over his sculpted pecs, across his six pack and wrapped my hands around his hips. In that moment I knew I made the right choice, not because he was painfully beautiful and it was all I could do not to be kissing him but because right then the only fear I had was that I’d lose him I wasn’t afraid to be with him and I knew even if it wasn’t perfect it was everything I never knew I needed and I couldn’t wait to spend forever figuring it out. “Ok, you better get down here.” I said with a devilish grin and he happily obliged. He helped me out of my shirt and his hands began to explore my body as I had just done his, his rough fingers made their way down my shoulders, down my sides and back up over my stomach and finally he cupped my breasts. I gasped and he continued, he pinched my n*****s gently between his fingers and the feeling drove me crazy. He started to kiss down my face, my chin, my neck, my collar bone and back up again lingering in some spots and gently sucking before moving back to my mouth. Waylons tongue explored and wrapped around mine and he tasted like heaven, his erection pressed between my legs and rubbed me in all the right places while we kept dancing in each others arms. I kissed him deeper, tried to pull him closer if that was even possible because the things he was doing was making me wet between my legs and I couldn’t have wanted him more. I lost myself for a while and didn’t even realize we had taken off the last pieces of our clothing, together in our nakedness he stopped and took my face in his hands gazed at me for a second and said “are you sure about this? You’re ready?”

“I couldn’t be more sure Waylon, I chose you. I want this.” And our mouths met once more. The moment our bodies connected for the first time I felt a strong and stinging pain and gasped out loud he paused and I nodded for him to keep going. Slowly the pain began to fade and it turned into slight discomfort, and after It felt good. I moaned his name and covered my mouth with my hands realizing we were still in his parents house, he leaned back and his rhythmic motions began to pick up speed. The faster he went the tighter I held my hands over my mouth to muffle the sounds of pleasure I desperately wanted to scream out loud, and in an instant the pressure I was feeling mounted to an unbearable level and I quickly grabbed my pillow and threw it over my face and screamed out in absolute ecstasy. It took a few seconds to stop seeing stars and to catch my breath before I could speak and asked, “Did you?”

He smiled at me from where he laid on my left and a said “Yes, almost the exact time you did.” I rolled over and nestled my head into the space between his chin and chest and was so over come with satisfaction, exhaustion and complete and total happiness that I closed my eyes and must have passed out because the next thing I knew the sun was shining in my eyes and I was laying alone in my bed.