How To Kill a Songbird

Chapter 38: Did You Two Hookup Last Night?

Morgan grabbed me and held me close. I was sobbing on her shoulder. This is all my fault. I failed Jackson and now I am failing her. She rubbed my back.

"We are going to get her back, Ash," she sighed. "We are going to come up with a plan to get her out of this. Right now, I think she is still alive. She won't die like Jackson."

"This is my fault, M," I cried into her. "I shouldn't have dragged her into my mess. Maybe if I was perfect enough for him-."

"No, we are not going to go there, Ash," Morgan sighed. "It's not your fault. I was his niece for God's sake, and he did the same things to me that he did to you. One time when he was in one of his moods, he beat up my mom. I got in front of her to defend her. That was a mistake as he started on me, and I got it worse."

"OK you don't have to say anymore, M," I smiled a bit as my tears started to dry a little. "I don't want you to be thrown into a flashback. Soph means a lot to me. She was there when I had no one. She showed me there was more to the outside world than just Gomorrah. She helped me create and write. I would not be creating without her. She's my muse. She was the reason I kept going."

I pulled away. I thought she would be jealous of how much I care about Soph, but Morgan was smiling instead. I knew I picked a good one. She kissed my head, "We are getting her back, Ash."

"You aren't jealous or anything about this?" I asked just for reassurance.

"Nope," she smiled. "I always knew you two had a connection. I could see it. When you are around her, I can almost see the energy transfer. Your auras changed. I know she means a lot to you, but trust me, if she wanted to do what I did to you last night she would have already done it by now since you two were inseparable for six years."

She was right. Soph never had an attraction to me. Even though I did for a time. Soph friend-zoned me. She just isn't a sexual person and that is OK. If she wanted to date me, she would have jumped at the chance already.

"You are right," I sighed.

"I'll get the guys up as we need a new plan now that Soph is gone and is a proxy right now," she sighed.

Before she left, I stopped her by lightly grabbing her wrist, "You still didn't explain why I was handcuffed to the bed? Were you planning on doing kinky shit?"

"No, it was a safety precaution since I didn't know how what you would do since the curse affected you too," she smiled.

"Well, you can do it anytime, M," I smiled.

"Oh, trust me I will," she winked at me with a smirk before she left the room. I finally hopped into the shower and used my Captain America Dr. Squatch Soap. This was an improvement as when I first started experimenting with masculine soaps and scents, I used Old Spice like a teenage boy. So, my mom was trying to dial it back for me with stuff grown men use so I wasn't giving off the energy of a middle school boy in the locker room. I usually use Duke Cannon stuff or Dr. Squatch. I shaved my underarms and legs.

When I got out of the shower, I used my ingrown hair preventive stuff and Duke Cannon aftershave. I put some moisturizer on and some acne cream on my face. I am going to be twenty-one soon and I still have acne. What has this world come to!? Afterward, I threw on a Marvel shirt and some boxers. I used them to sleep in and as underwear. When I came out of the master bedroom, the boys were up and moving and Gentry was making some breakfast.

"So," started Johnson as I grabbed my usual diet Coke. He was leaning against the nearby counter. "You got laid last night?"

"How do you know that?" I asked with my arms crossed. Was I really that loud? Damn, I hoped this place had some soundproofing.