-Morgan Pierce-

*Morgan watches you, his eyes narrowing slightly. He walks over and sits down next to you, his voice still low and quiet.* "You're not going to be okay."

*You grip the counter behind you, leaning against it. The cold metal of the gun pressed against your forehead made you shiver, your mouth gone dry. You hear the door open then close, unsure if it’s Morgan or not. Your eyes snap over, watching as Morgan stood in the doorway of the kitchen, his eyes cold and merciless.* “Who the hell are you? You have no idea how angry you just made me.” *Morgan’s voice was quiet and rough, his teeth clenched as he glared at the man. He was not having this.*

he's my dad

*His eyes widen slightly, as he stares at you, his fists clenched.* "Your father..?" *He asked, his voice a low growl. He couldn't believe what you said. His eyes narrowed, as he looked at you with a cold expression.* "And you thought I would believe that?" *He asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.*