Their Perfect Match

16

Morgan

My heart is beating so loudly I’m sure everyone can hear it. I feel like it is in my throat and I will choke on it if I try to swallow.

“Blake and Leon, what the Hell are you doing here?” Micheal calls out, it sounds like he’s getting closer. I hope he has put down the shotgun, I’m so scared I am plastered to Blake, my face buried into the back of his plaid jacket..

“We brought you a present” Blake says, I feel his shoulders lift

“I don’t want any f*****g presents, you’ve wasted your time”

“You’ll want this one” Leon says

“Wouldn’t be so sure, you know there’s a reason a man goes off grid. It’s because he wants some peace and quiet, he doesn’t want to be bothered. This right here is exactly what I don’t want. Company. You guys should just go home.” Micheal doesn’t seem to want to budge.

One second I’m gripping Blakes jacket, hiding myself and the next I’m being tugged free and front and center in front of Blake and Leon.

I squint to adjust to the light difference, Micheal is staring at me with wide eyes. He takes a shaky step forward, then another. Closing the distance between us, he drops the shotgun to his side along the way, ten feet, eight, six, five, four, three. He stands right in front of me, seemingly unable to speak.

“Morgan?” He breathes

I don’t know what I should do so I just awkwardly stand there, hoping he doesn’t raise the shotgun at me and tell me to go away.

I open my mouth, needing to say something, anything. Everyone is waiting on me, but nothing comes out. I feel like I’m going to throw up.

He closes the distance in a moment and pulls me into his unfamiliar arms. His grip is tight, like he’s afraid to let me go, as if I’d disappear into a puff of smoke if he did. Like I’m not real.

“I’ve dreamt of the day I get to see you again.. I never thought it would be in this lifetime” He whispers to me, his voice cracking.

I can feel his body shaking like a leaf as he holds me, I feel a sense of belonging with him and wrap my arms around him in return.

“It’s colder than a witch's tit out here, let’s go inside” Blake says from behind us somewhere.

Micheal is hesitant to let me go, he doesn’t release me completely. Keeping an arm wrapped around my shoulder, he leads me towards the cabin and inside.

The warmth makes my skin prickle as it flushes against it. The boys immediately start kicking off their wet boots and removing their jackets, creating a mess at the front door. I wait for them to move to the living area before I peel off my heavy jacket and unlace my boots before setting them in the boot tray.

The guys have already gotten comfortable on the couch, Micheal is looking at me from the doorway, like he’s still worried I’m going to vanish. He ushers me into the living room and I sit down between the twins, feeling like the filling in a sandwich.

“How about a beer?” Blake asks

Micheal nods, a bit absent-minded before heading to the kitchen. We hear clinking for a few moments before he comes back around the corner and hands off a beer to each of the boys. He turns to me, “Do you want a beer or..?”

“I’m fine thanks” I shake my head.

He sits down across from me and looks at me with such a serious expression on his face I feel a knot form in my stomach.

“I need you to tell me everything”

I look towards Blake and Leon who sit silently sipping on their beers, waiting for me to say something. I take a deep breath and let it out shakily before beginning. I spend the next hour and a half telling my story, pausing when Micheal gets up and leaves the room. I can hear things smashing in the kitchen before he comes back and sits down and tells me to continue. I feel like my body is on fire at certain points in my story. I try not to make eye contact with anyone, but I can feel Blake and Leon staring holes into me, whereas Micheal is staring at the wall straight ahead, he barely blinks. I can see his green eyes boiling over with rage, a flame burning in them.

Once I’m finished, I lean back in my seat, feeling my tear-stained cheeks stinging slightly. Micheal suddenly snaps out of his daze and leans forward, grabbing my hands.

"I couldn't protect you when we were kids… but I promise you I will protect you now. I will never let those motherfuckers hurt you ever again. I'll never let anyone ever hurt you again" His voice is no louder than a whisper, but I feel it deep in my veins.

In that moment I feel twenty years of love and hurt, regret and longing flowing around us. I push off my seat and into his arms. He embraces me willingly and easily, it's honest and pure. No expectations and no hidden agendas behind his intentions.

Just a big brother protecting his baby sister.

I don't know how long he holds me for but at some point he scoops me up into his lap and leans back into his chair, he pulls a blanket over me as I cry. I feel the world begin to fade away and all the weight falls off my shoulders.

When I open my eyes again, I'm no longer in Michael's arms but in a warm comfortable bed. A soft mink blanket is pulled up around my chin. My hair is down around my face, my tears making it stick to my skin, it's damp against my forehead. I kick off the blanket to free my arms, a cool breeze hits me, making the sweat on my body turn icy against my skin from the exposed air.

I push myself to get out of bed. The floor is cold even through my socks, I tiptoe to the door, stopping when I hear voices, they sound angry.

"You knew and you didn't tell me!" Micheal snaps

"It was dangerous.. we had to wait till the right time" Leon explains.

"Bullshit. You wanted to keep her for yourselves. Don’t think I don’t see something going on between you two" Something slams against a hard surface. I don’t know if it was Micheal or Blake.

"Listen. We both know that if Dean or his father, for that matter, were to find her, they would kill her in a heartbeat. No hesitation. Do you really want that for her? After all these years for her to die after you just found her again? We need to keep her safe. Don't let your stupidity get in the way of her safety" Blake’s voice is calm and even but threatening all the same, it makes me feel chilled to the bone. I pull my sweater around me closer as I lean against the door trying to hear better. I know eavesdropping is rude, but I know they would never have this conversation with me in the room. This is my only chance to hear what they truly have to say, to know what they really think.

"Don't you dare lecture me. She is my sister. Do you think I don't want to keep her safe more than anything? I'll do anything to keep her safe. Anything it takes."

"That's what I wanted to hear you say.." Blake says, I can hear the malicious intention in his voice.

"What's your plan then, smartass?"

“Simple. We kill them all”