Secret Lover(s)

Chapter 1

You were alone in this world; twenty two years old, family dead, no friends to speak of, house burned to the ground, car totaled. The only things you had left to your name were the bloodied, tattered clothes you currently wore. You weren't sure why these things, these demons, had come after you, but did it really matter? They had taken everything from you.

Darkness surrounded you as you sat on the street corner. Your house, reduced to a pile of cinders, across the street from you. Screams sounded all around you before they descended into silence. Tears streamed down your face as you thought of all the years these creatures had stolen from you. You wrapped your arms around your knees and buried your face in them.

Footsteps sound from behind you and a hand falls on your shoulder. "Just do it already," you scream, "You've already taken everything from me."

"Hey, you're ok," a man with a southern accent says. He moves to kneel in front of you and takes your face between his hands, lifting it until your eyes meet his. "I ain't here to hurt you," he says. There's a sincerity in his eyes that makes you trust him despite your circumstances. "Those monsters that tried to hurt you are all dead, you don't have to worry about them anymore," he continues. You don't even respond, tears just continue to run down your face. "Don't cry," he says as if he's unsure of what to do, "everything's gonna be alright."

His last words create a fire within you that makes you want to scream. "Nothing is alright," you shout, "nothing will ever be alright. They took everything from me. I've got no one to turn to, nowhere to go. Please explain to me how that is alright."

"I know right now it seems like everything's gone to shit. Trust me, I know, I've been there; but things will get better, I promise. You just have to give it some time," he says.

"Bull shit," you bite back. You know you shouldn't be rude to the guy who'd just saved your life, but you couldn't help it.

"Have you really got nowhere to go?" he asks.

"No, nowhere," you respond, defeated.

"You could come stay with me for a few days till you get back on your feet," he says, "if you want to." The only thing you could do was agree.

"My name's Bobby by the way," he says, "What's your name?"

"Y/N," you say quietly.

***

A few days had turned into weeks; weeks had turned into months. The longer you stayed with Bobby, the more you realized that he needed you around as much as you needed him. You had spent the first week moping around and healing. As time went by, you started to see Bobby as a father figure, he took care of you and treated you like you were family. After a while, you began to pull your own weigh around the house; you started cooking, cleaning, and organizing. Bobby began teaching you about the supernatural world; everything from researching to first aid and even hunting. You'd even been out on a few hunts, easy salt and burn cases, but hunts none the less.

You stood at the kitchen counter, getting ready to serve dinner when there's a knock at the door. Knocking was putting it nicely; it sounded more like someone was trying to break the door down. "Hold your horses!" Bobby shouts.

"Don't worry Bobby, I've got it," you say as you wash your hands and wipe them on a dish towel. You open the front door slightly and peek out before opening the door a little bit wider. Two gorgeous men are standing in front of you. One is tall with short, dirty blonde hair and emerald green eyes. The other man is even taller with long brown hair and hazel eyes.