I thought he was full of shit. I never did anything for him, not something he was speaking of, maybe in his pants, but that was it.
“I sat right beside Morgan on the plane, noticing her excitement as the plane took off. I was sure the girl had never been on a plane, probably never been out of those hills. I handed her a glass of wine, and she asked where we were going. I told her and then pretty much ignored her the rest of the trip. I was fighting demons that were manifesting by the minute. I needed to get away from her. I needed Skyler, or so I thought.”
Fuck Skyler…
“Once my fucked up illegal as hell wedding was over, I stormed out of my office. It was the whole feel of the mansion. I hated being in that house, hated the evil spirits that I could feel lurking, and the recollections of all that I had seen growing up there. ‘Get her settled in. I’ll send orders later,’ I barked to the girl who would be taking care of Morgan and keeping her big mouth shut to whatever went on there. I made sure of that before I hired her. It took seven interviews before I felt comfortable enough with Rebecca. She needed the money, and I was pretty sure she’d keep her there and follow my orders. I just wanted to go to my fucking apartment. I didn’t want to stay there in that fucked up house. I wanted out of there already. What the hell was Callaway thinking? He knew my mother had just blown her head off there. Did he not think that I would be affected by that fact? Maybe it wasn’t that at all. It was the other fucked up shit that I tried to forget that was eating at me. I stormed out of the house with Derik trailing after me.
‘What the fuck, man?’ Derik called.
‘What?’ I snapped, turning on my heels.
‘Where are you going?’
‘To Skyler.’
‘You mind if I go back and you know?’ Derik asked with a sly nod toward the house.
I knew what he was asking. ‘No, Derik. I don’t know. Go back in and do what?’ I angrily asked, taking a step back to him.
‘You know, tap that,’ Derik bluntly stated.”
I shivered from the cold chills running up my back, thinking about Derik touching me. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, listening to Drew talk about Derik.
Drew explained, “For whatever reason it pissed me off. ‘You fucking touch that girl, and I will beat the living life right out of you. YOU UNDERSTAND, Derik?’ I yelled, poking him hard in the chest with one finger.
‘Damn, dude. Calm down. I was just asking. Okay. Okay. Are you going to?’
‘I don’t know. NO!’ I assured him, realizing what I had just said. Fuck no, I wasn’t touching her. I was going to find Skyler. ‘Where are you?’ I yelled into the phone, hearing the loud music.
‘Out with Jena. I’ll call you later,’ Skyler said and hung up on me.
I went to my apartment, hoping I could still get in. Thank god I could. I couldn’t stay in that house. What the fuck was I supposed to do? I should have insisted that I wasn’t living there. Yeah, right, like you could insist anything with either of the Callaway’s. I walked out to the verandah with a drink. Looking out at the city lights, I shook my head, wondering how the hell I was so lucky to get involved with this fucked up family. Downing my drink, I walked back in for a refill. Wondering what Morgan was doing, I powered on my laptop and walked back out. Typing in the code for the multitude of cameras, I found Morgan in the bathroom. Rebecca was in the bathroom with Morgan as the water filled the tub. ‘If you need anything else, just dial 3 on your bedside phone. It’ll go directly to my room.’ Rebecca said to her.
‘Where’s Drew?’ Morgan asked.
‘I’m not sure. He only told me that he would send orders for you later.’
‘What does that mean, Rebecca?’ she worryingly asked.
‘I don’t know. I’ll let you know when I do. Good night, Morgan,’ Rebecca said, closing the door and leaving her. I smiled that she was listening to my orders about not carrying on a conversation with her. She wasn’t there to be her friend. I made sure she knew that before I hired her. Morgan took a deep breath and looked around the stylish bathroom. I knew she’d never seen anything like it in her life. I observed the way she took everything in, admiring the luxuries she’d never in her life been around. I noticed how young she looked as she removed the clothing that I still remember her coming with. She wore a black t-shirt with a white crow in the middle, worn jeans that had gone out of style in the eighties, a gray sports bra, and white cotton panties that reminded me of something a grandmother would wear.”
He remembered what I came there in?
“The mound had to go. What the fuck? I remember thinking, I didn’t care that she had hair. I wasn’t touching that piece of shit, gold digger. I slammed the laptop closed and stopped watching. That lasted until I was in a somewhat of a drunk stupor. I opened my laptop again after crawling into bed and watched her some more. She was watching television, snuggled in the lavish bed. My bed. The bed that I was going to sell with the house as soon as Callaway died or burn to the ground, I hadn’t decided which yet. She looked comfortable with a small smile as she watched the dumb little kid show, the one with the two little Olsen twins. Clicking the different camera views, I watched her slide off the bed and out her door. Okay, maybe I would fuck with her a little. I felt my cock pay attention as I noticed her perky little breasts with her erect nipples poking through the satin. Rebecca did well picking out clothes for her. She did have a hell of a nice body for being trailer park trash.”