Stick to the Plan

Ch.17: Stand and Fight🔫

A/N: Trigger warning for sexual assault victims

"Stay behind me!" Morgan yelled before the shooting began. I ducked down and covered my ears as Morgan fired a few shots. I was completely terrified but I stood my ground. I couldn't leave her in the dust wondering if she stayed alive or not.

I don't know how long it lasted, but I don't think it was that long. I felt something graze by my elbow, but I didn't dare to check if it was bleeding. Soon, through the ringing in my ears I heard the lack of gunshots. Distantly I heard Morgan shout something. I think it was 'It's safe!' or something like that.

I perked up to find bodies everywhere, at least five of them. I looked at Morgan and found her a-okay, with not even a scratch save for her face from earlier.

"Morgan I'm convinced that you're some sort of superhero at this point. HOW?!" I asked as we ran out the house. Morgan lifted her shirt up to show me a black vest underneath.

"I came prepared. Now meet me at my place, alright?" Morgan said, taking her keys out of her pocket. "Oh, and drive fast."

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We made it to her place without any altercations with the police. They would surely be on their way, though. I'm glad we got out when we did.

As soon as we got in the door, Holden the French bulldog greeted us enthusiastically. Morgan gave him a few pats before stumbling into the bedroom.

"Where are you hurt?" I asked as she removed her shirt, fully revealing to me her bullet-proof vest.

"Just bruised," Morgan said shortly, taking the vest off and everything else before grabbing a towel and going to the connected bathroom for a shower. I could see the many purple spots on her stomach.

This was just not her night.

I sat on the toilet while she was in the shower and assessed my own wounds. I did have a bullet graze on my elbow, and a bruise on my forehead from the punch, but that was it. I gauzed up my arm, but there was nothing I could do about my head except take some ibuprofen. So I had about three before I went to the bed, laying down, completely exhausted and still in shock.

Morgan came out the shower in her towel, looking haggard. She got out a bottle of Hennessy from the bottom drawer of her bedside table and set it on the surface before getting dressed in a t-shirt and some yellow briefs.

She plopped beside me and held me to her, cooing comforting words in my ear. But I felt like I didn't need comforted. I felt... fine. Fine because she was fine.

Well, for the most part. She was alive, and that's what mattered.

She got the bottle and drank straight from it before pulling out another blunt and lighter.

"Fuck, I needed this," Morgan sighed, taking another shot, setting the bottle down, and lighting her blunt. She took a few puffs before she handed it to me. I sucked the smoke in gratefully.

"While you were passed out your boss said some... awful things about you. I hope they're not true," I blurted out, taking another hit. The weed gave me a lot more candor.

Morgan took yet another shot before answering,

"I wasn't passed out. Sure I was for a little, but I woke up and started to fake it. I heard everything. At least, everything since you got there. It was so hard to keep acting like I was out when Marco got you," Morgan told me. I handed her the blunt.

"That explains a lot," I said, taking the bottle and sipping it. I spluttered after taking a sip. It was very strong. "But it doesn't explain my statement. Was any of it true? Have you really killed multiple people for her?"