37. Winver
THIRTY-SEVEN
Isit on the edge of the roof watching as swarms of people go inside the haunted house. The jack- o-lanterns I put throughout the front, and forced the guys to make with me, glow with candles bringing them to life. Laughs and screams fill up the surroundings adding to the Halloween ambience. If only they knew the actual body in the mad scientist lab was real, maybe then they’d actually scream with true fear.
Hearing footsteps from behind me, I turn around to see the guys walking towards me. The men who have turned my world upside down for better and for worse. The men who I now call mine and grow to love more every day. Motley and Weston sit next to me while Harley stands behind, rubbing my shoulders.
“Whatcha thinking about?” Weston asks.
“Everything,” I breathe out.
“Talk to us,” Harley coaxes.
“Tell us what’s on our angel’s mind,” Motley says, gripping my inner thigh gently.
“Nothing, really,” I shrug, playing it off like I’m enjoying the moment. Even though I am, I’m also thinking about everything else.
Within a span of a year, I’ve gone through something I hope nobody ever has to go through. I’ve gone through the depths of hell, meeting these guys that surround me along the way, dragging me down more into theirs, only for all of us to come out together and stronger. All of us coming from the same place while running from the same thing. We all came to Willow Creek in hopes of reinventing ourselves and although we’re slowly starting to, we’re all doing it together.
“We love you, angel. Never forget that,” Weston says, pulling me out of my thoughts.
“I never thought we’d all be dating and falling in love with the same girl, but I wouldn’t change a thing. I love you, angel,” Motley says, making me chuckle at his first statement.
Harley kisses the top of my head. “You brought light into our darkness. Fuck, I love you so much, baby.”
A faint smile rises from my lips and for the first time, in a long time, I can finally say it back.
“I love y’all, too.”
A buzz vibrates my jean pocket, breaking our sappy moment with each other. Taking it out, with the guys crowding my screen since they are nosey, all of our breaths become still at the text.
Unknown
Did you get my note, lucky seven?
We all sit there completely in silence, taken back to what we just read. Instead of letting fear wash over me like it once did, I let the rage ignite my veins. Whoever this is will not be dragging us back down. I have a body count and I’m just getting started.
Nobody fucks with me or mine.
To be Continued…