The Legacy We Hold--Sequel to Spoken From the Heart

Chapter 8- Harley

I wake up on my couch, shirtless, my chest wrapped in bandages. A blanket is thrown over my legs. 

The memories of earlier today come back to me and I inhale sharply. 

"Shit." I curse. I sit up hurridly and throw the blanket off me. My chest aches, but I push through it and I limp pitifully towards the kitchen where I hear voices. 

"-keep him out of school for a bit." Dad's back from work. 

"We can't. He won't let us." Pops argues. 

"I don't care what Harley thinks, this is what's best." 

"Please don't be that kind of parent where you think you know what's best for me, and make all my decisions for me." I cut in. 

"No, Harley, that's not what we want to do. Not at all. Though, we do need to discuss this, because it's not good." Pops tells me. 

I nod. That's all I can do. My back hurts, my chest hurts, my legs hurt. I don't want to move anymore. I want to be in my bed. 

"Come on, Steve, let him rest for a little bit. Harls, we'll talk tomorrow. You and Peter are both getting today and tomorrow off." Dad tells me. 

"What about Morgan?" I ask, tilting my head. 

"She's off, too. I thought the three of you could play games together, and just give you a chance to relax." I smile and hug Dad, then Pops. "Thanks for this," I tell them. Dad ruffles my hair and Steve smiles at me. 

I turn and limp into my bedroom. I open the door and Peter envelopes me in a light hug. 

"You're up," Peter says, relieved. He leads me towards the bottom bunk where we sit down and lean against the back wall. 

"Why didn't you tell me?" Peter asks, after a long moment of silence. 

"Because...because I didn't want to be the one who breaks your heart, especially since you were so hung up over Wade. It felt wrong." Harley admits. "And I know that it was wrong, but I just... you looked so happy whenever you talked about Wade. I didn't want to be the destruction of that." 

"You could never." Peter retorts. 

"So we're okay?" I respond nervously. 

"Of course we're okay! You're my twin! We'll always be okay!" I smile and lean my head on Peter's. 

"HARLEY! PETER!" Morgan runs in and jumps on both of us. 

"Morgan!" Me and Peter exclaim in unison. 

"How was... what was it today?" 

"Ceramics! It was fun! I made a pot!" Morgan says excitedly. 

"That's great, Morgan!" I tell her. Morgan grins at me. I grin wider and poke her nose softly. She sticks her tongue out at me, before stretching out over both me and Peter. 

"I think we should watch a movie tonight, to celebrate being off school tomorrow," Morgan says, looking up at the top bunk. 

"I agree." I respond, dead serious. 

"Peter, what do you think?" Morgan says, poking Pete in the cheek. He frowns at her. 

"Well, just for that, I'm saying no." Peter jokes. Morgan gasps.

"You wouldn't." She says, outraged. 

"Morgan, he's kidding," I tell my younger sister. 

(Technically, we're adopted, but no one cares about technicalities) 

"Oh." She pokes Peter's cheek again, then sits up, careful of the top bunk. "Then I'm going to tell Dad and Pops you both agree with me, and you two should pick a movie." Morgan orders, before running out of our room. 

"All the power." Peter smirks. 

"I know. Any movie we want." 

"I've got it! The Hunger Games! Morgan's old enough right?" I shrug, then reach for my phone. 

"Where's my phone?" I ask, glaring at my brother. 

"It's charging where it normally is." Peter answers, and points to my bedside table. I grab my phone and google the age limit for Hunger Games. 

"It says 13+. We should probably talk to Pops, he'll be the deciding factor." I inform. Peter nods and we backtrack out of our room and back into the kitchen where Morgan's sitting on a stool helping Dad order-

"Pizza!" Peter and I cheer quietly. Pops shushes us. 

"Pops, we have a movie. Hunger Games." Peter mouths. Pops directs us to the living room.

"What was the age limit?" He asks the moment we're out of earshot.

"13+, according to Harley." Peter answers. Pops looks at me, and I nod for confirmation. Pops then shrugs. 

"Eh. It's only three years difference. I say it's fine. How about you two go get it set up, and Tony, Morgan and I will join you with pizza." 

We nod and head downstairs, intent on getting the best sofa out of the two that we have. 

See our TV is situated in the back corner, surrounded by a large sofa, and a slightly smaller sofa. Peter and I always try for the slightly smaller sofa, forcing Morgan to share with Dad and Pops, not that she cares. They always let her lay across them, as Morgan tends to do with any adult or person older than her that she trusts. 

"Yes! Best seats in the house!" Peter cheers. I grab the remote and queue up the first Hunger Games, eagerly awaiting pizza, and hopefully dessert. 

(The pizza restaurant two blocks from our house makes the best cannolis)

"Boys! Do you want lemonade, ginger ale, or sprite!" Pops calls down to us. 

"Ginger ale!" We yell back. 

"Thanks!" 

I grab the comfy blanket and throw it over me and Peter

Dad and Pops bring down two boxes of pizza, handing one to me and Peter, and keeping one for them and Morgan. 

I press play and settle in, feeling lighter and happier than I have in over three weeks. 

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