Stick to the Plan

Ch.15: Blood for Blood🩸

"My god, what did they do to you?!"

Morgan fell into my arms, smearing blood on my t-shirt that I didn't care about. She was crying silently. I could feel her body shaking.

"Let's get you inside. Fix you up," I said, leading her in.

We walked up the stairs together, my arm around her, her face buried in my neck. When we got to my bathroom, I had her sit on the closed toilet lid as I got out some peroxide and cotton balls. She was still crying.

"Hold still. It's gonna sting," I said as I began to clean her wounds. She had a cut above her eyebrow and her nose was most likely broken. There was dried blood coming out of each nostril. Her left eye was swollen shut too, and her bottom lip was busted.

She looked like an overall mess and it scared me. Who could do such a thing?

"You've gotta tell me what happened," I said softly, dabbing at her eyebrow as she winced.

She wiped at her good eye and began to explain,

"So I went to my boss's house, right? She had about four or five goons there already. In the middle of the night, mind you. They were all there, packaging up some cocaine. I told her I got a record deal and I'm leaving the gang to pursue my dream. She just... laughed at me. Cackled even. She said 'Okay, hot shot. You think you can leave so easily? Well let's see what you got. I'll make you a deal. If you can beat the biggest guy in here I'll let you go.'"

"Fuck," I hissed, feeling her pain. "And then what?"

"The biggest guy, Marco, super ripped by the way, stands up. We go at it. I hold my own for a while until I can't anymore. I pass out on the floor for hours. When I come to everyone has either gone home or to bed, and my boss is standing over me, smirking like a cat with her kill. She says, 'See, it's just like I taught you. Dreams are for dreamers, and you're a killer, Morgan. You always will be. You'll never amount to anything in this world, so you might as well make some money as you do it. Now get your ass up, and get out of my sight.' So I did. And that's when I called you."

"She can't get away with this. Someone has to do something," I said, cleaning up her lip. Morgan shook her head.

"It would mean that person's death for sure. Anyone who opposes her gets what I got or worse. There's no getting around it. I'm fucked." She put her head in her hands once I was done but I forced her to look at me.

"Listen to me. This isn't over, okay?" I smoothed her hair and kissed her forehead.

"You're right," she said, pulling a pistol out of her pocket and loading it. The click resonated throughout the small room. "It's not."

"Fuck, Morgan, what are you going to do with that?" I asked stupidly. Morgan looked at me pleadingly.

"It's the only way," she said, "I'm not gonna let her make a fool out of me."

"What, by proving her right?" I exclaimed, and then I covered my mouth.

"So you do think I'm a killer. I see. After all I've shown you, all I've shared with you, you still think I'm a bad person."

"I never said that. I just don't want you to kill more people. Look what the last one did to you. You're not yourself, Morgan. Please, come back to yourself." I held her face in my hands. I felt the tears wet my palms.

"What you need to understand is I don't have a choice, Emery. This is it for me. She needs to die, and it's gonna be on my terms this time. Not hers." Morgan got up suddenly, and I tried to grab her arm, but she wrenched it away. She was determined, and when she set her mind to something, she didn't quit until it was carried out. She wanted a degree she got it. She wanted me she got it.

She wanted blood, she got it.

I chased her out the door, but she turned to me outside, face fierce in the moonlight. I grew afraid of her for the first time.

"You can't come with me! And you can't stop me either. It's happening. Stay here. I'll call you when it's done. I can't have you in danger."

"Morgan, please!" I said. She shook her head and got in the car, speeding off towards her chosen fate.

I ran back upstairs to where my phone was. I went to my contacts to see if she was sharing her location.

I breathed a sigh of wild relief to see that she was.

I grabbed my keys, got in my car, put on the GPS, and peeled off after her.