Humph, imagine that.
“Clicking on my mother’s room to check on her before going to find some much needed coffee, I froze. I couldn’t move fast enough. There was absolutely nothing I could do, but watch.”
Oh, my god. I didn’t know he watched.
Drew confirmed what I suspected he saw. “I screamed, ‘NOOO,’ to the top of my lungs as I watched my mother’s shaking finger pull the trigger.”
I wanted to go to Drew, immediately. I wanted to hold him and tell him that I loved him, and I’d always be there for him. I didn’t move. I was in shock and Deidra moved to the edge of her seat, placed her hand on my knee in a comforting fashion and smiled, giving me the look not to talk and to stay seated. I swear that woman could read my thoughts.
“I never went to her room,” Drew said whisper soft.
I covered my mouth with my hand and listened to his voice change, become sadder, and a little distant.
“I didn’t have to go to her room. I saw it all with my own eyes. Knowing what the scene would be had I tried to save her, I refrained and only watched the zipped body bag, being wheeled out twenty nine minutes later. Yes. That was all Michael Callaway’s fault too,” Drew decided with narrowed eyes directed right at me. “Wishing I could dig him up and kill him all over again, I slammed the office door, and gave his office a new makeover. I broke everything in sight, cleared his desk with one swipe of my arm and put my fist through his face, hanging on the wall.”
Deidra squeezed my leg harder, feeling me tense, fighting the urge to go to Drew.
“Four days after I sat in the same chair next to Mr. Callaway, burying his son, I sat again, burying my mother while Mr. Callaway explained, ‘I know things are pretty rotten right now, but we still need to have that talk. There’s something that I need you to take care of.’
My mother was being laid to rest and he wanted me to take care of something,” Drew snorted, taking a gulp of his drink before continuing, “I replied Callaway in a monotone voice, ‘Yeah, I’m sure I can do that.’ My mother was lying in a fucking coffin. She’d just blown her head off because of his son, and he wanted to talk about Callaway Jewels. Un-fucking-believable. I stood and walked across the dry grass toward my car alone. I needed to get out of there.
‘Hey man, I don’t really know what to say. I’m sorry, dude.’ Derik said.
‘Don’t worry about it, Derik. Take care of business for the next couple days. That’s all you can do. I’m going to get fucked up,’ I bluntly let my friend and assistant know my plans.”
I cringed at the mention of Derik’s name. I still hated him.
“Derik said, ‘Okay, don’t worry about a thing, I got this, dude.’
‘Do you think maybe you could act like a professional? Maybe stop using man and dude? You’re not sweeping floors in some lunch room,’ I reminded Derik, sliding behind the wheel of my new black Porsche, complements of Michael fucking Callaway. I was test driving that car before Michael ever took his last breath. I never went back to the estate. I went to my own high rise mansion overlooking the Las Vegas strip. I wasn’t sure I’d ever go back there, not if I had anything to do with it.
‘Sky! You here?’ I called when arriving at the empty apartment, and then dialed her number.
‘Hey,’ she finally answered after the fourth ring. ‘Where are you?’ I was pissed she wasn’t there waiting for me.
‘With Jena, we’re getting our nails done. Where are you?’ she plainly asked.
‘Oh, just at the apartment. You do know that I just buried my mother, right? Thought maybe you’d be here, that you’d want to be here for me or some shit,’ I smartly stated through the phone.
‘Drew, I’m not going to be gone that long. I’ll be there shortly. Stop being a baby,’ she said, and just like that she hung up.
Stop being a baby? I shook my head and dropped my phone to the sofa, letting her words reverberate in my head. You would have never said something like that, Morgan, especially under the circumstances,” Drew said, turning to me again.
I only smiled back, not sure what to say. I didn’t even know what I was going to say to him once we were alone. I was speechless. He watched his mother shoot herself. How could anyone be normal after that?
“I think that’s enough for one day. You’re doing just fine, Drew. Baby steps, okay?” Deidra advised.
I was sure she didn’t want him going too deep too fast, but how much worse could it get?
“I don’t need you to treat me like some poor little boy that needs your pity. I don’t need your pity or anyone else’s,” Drew angrily spoke, slamming his empty glass to the tabletop.