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As I walked into the gym that I had watched my daddy build, I smiled at the cute girl working the front desk. She looked up at me. “You are Micky, aren’t you?”
“I am, but no one calls me that but my daddy and brothers.”
“Yes, of course, I’m sorry. It’s Mackenna, correct?”
“You can call me that or Kenna. Are my brothers here?”
“They are. Last I checked, they were meeting in Conor’s office.”
“I’m going to head back, thanks!”
When I turned to walk away, I could feel her eyes on me, probably wondering what could have happened to me. I kept walking, never looking back. I walked through each room, trying not to be noticed. I knew a lot of these fighters and didn't want to be stopped. I needed to see my brothers first. In all honesty, my heart was beating out of my chest in fear that one particular fighter would see me. I didn’t know what I would do if I saw his face, especially right now.
I made it to the back of the gym unnoticed and knocked on Conor’s office door, slowly opening it. Finn turned from the seat he was in across from my brother, and Conor lifted his head. I could see the shock on both their faces.
My brothers were big and strong, and I watched both their faces change from shock to anger immediately. Finn jumped from his seat and only needed to take one big step over to me. I couldn't stop myself. I jumped into my brothers’ arms and hugged him so tight, hoping he would not let me go.
Conor didn’t move from the desk. As I looked up around my brother’s shoulder, I could see Conor gripping his desk, his knuckles turning white, and his jaw tight.
“Who the fuck did this to you?” Conor roared.
I slowly slipped out of Finn’s embrace and faced Conor. Tears were trickling out of my eyes; I could feel blood on my cheek from my wound opening from the tight hold Finn had on me. Finn lowered himself to my level and gripped my chin to look at me.
“Kenna, what happened to you?” Finn asked in what felt like a whisper compared to Conor’s roar.
I looked directly at Finn and let the tears release from my eyes. Finn wrapped his arms around me once more and whispered words that I could not make out but I’m sure were explicit. He dragged me over to a leather loveseat that, even in my current state, I knew was not here the last time I was. I leaned into Finn as he guided us to sit, but before my ass hit the cushion, I jumped from the massive bang and then another one by the third bang, I knew it was Conor shoving his fists hard into his desk.
“Who the fuck did this to you,” Conor roared again.
“Stop, Conor, just fucking stop. You are scaring her,” Finn stated firmly.
Conor slowly came around his desk and knelt down in front of me. He gently put his hands on my knees, which I could feel were shaking. “Kenna, look at me, please—please, tell me who did this to you, so I can fucking kill them.”
“Brad,” is all I whispered and looked down in shame. Shame for what I don’t know. I knew this was not my fault, but I still felt shame.
Finn, my massively calm brother, continued to hold me as Conor lost complete control. I could not make out the words he said over the banging of his fists against the wall. I managed to pull myself out of Finn’s arms and jump to my feet, hitting Conor hard in the back and begging him to stop.
“Stop, fucking stop, Conor, enough,” I roared this time. “Please, enough. I can’t take anymore,” I said in a somewhat lower voice.
Conor dropped his forehead against the wall and whispered what I thought was, “I’m supposed to protect you.”
“We’re not doing this right now. I came home. I’m home . . . I left Brad, I left, and now I’m home. That’s it. Brad isn’t here he can’t hurt me again,” I said in a broken voice.
I could see Finn understand I was not rehashing what happened, especially with them. I was here to move on, to move on where I felt the safest with them. After a few more minutes of silence and consoling hugs, Conor stated in a firm, deep voice with dark, angry eyes, not at me but at the failure he felt for not protecting me. “When did you get here?”
“I got here last night. I stayed with Chrissy.”
“Chrissy? You got here last fucking night, and she didn’t tell me?” Conor stated in disbelief.
“She knew I needed to be the one to tell you.”
Conor shook his head in disbelief or anger who knows? “We can go get your stuff and bring it to the house.”
“No,” I yelled, “Chrissy is letting me stay with her, and I want to stay with her.”
“For fuck’s sake, Kenna, you—” Conor started.
Finn jumped in, “Let’s have dinner tonight, and we can discuss everything. This is not the place for us to be discussing this.”
