Part 42 (1/2)
”Callaway gave me an ultimatum. He wanted me to continue to run his companies, and I would always have his money, but I had to marry you, and promise to take care of you.”
”You didn't take care of me, Drew,” I sadly spoke.
I didn't even mean to say it. It just came out.
”I know that, Morgan, and if I could go back and change it, I would. I didn't want you. I didn't want you to be my wife, and you were ruining everything. I was in love with a girl named Skyler. I wanted to share all of this with her, not you.”
”You punished me for something I didn't know about?”
”I deserve to starve to death in here, uh?”
”Yeah, you do. I was here for almost six years before I ran away. Why didn't I ever know that Randle Callaway was my grandfather?”
”He didn't want you to know. He was ashamed of his son for leaving you there when he knew how you lived.
You were his only grandchild. It wasn't supposed to be for that long. He was in awful shape. We didn't expect for him to be around very long. I figured you would be here for six months at the most.”
”What were you going to do with me if he died?”
Drew looked down at the floor and buried his face in his hands.
”Were you going to kill me, Drew?”
”You were going to have an accident. That was the only way I would get what was rightfully mine.”
I sunk in the chair. Wow, if Randle Callaway would have died. I would be dead right now.
”Morgan, I don't know how to make this right. I don't care about one rotten penny of that money. I care about you, and that's it. I hadn't planned on falling in love with you, but you changed, and I don't mean because you couldn't remember your name. You are stronger, beautiful, and so much fun to be around. I wished to G.o.d that I would have given you the chance to show me that in the beginning. I would walk away from all of it right now if you would forgive me.”
”Drew, do you have any idea what you put me through? You hit me. You used me for a s.e.x slave. You locked me in that room for days, and then, and then...you made me love you.”
Drew dropped his head in shame.
”I'm sorry, Morgan.”
”Where is my mom?”
”Randle paid her to go away.”
”My mom sold me too?” I said it more as a statement than a question. It was a fact.
”You've been through h.e.l.l.”
”I'm still going through h.e.l.l. What about my little brother. He's here in Vegas somewhere.”
”How do you know that?” Drew looked up with a wondering look.
”Dawson found him for me.”
”Who's Dawson?”
”Where is my brother?” I asked. I was asking the questions, not him. He didn't have that right.
”He was adopted by a client and a good friend of Randle's. He wasn't about to leave him in the system, knowing how he would turn out. He's in a good home with parents who love him very much. He lives in the suburbs on a cul-de-sac. He's doing very well.”
”Mr. Callaway thinks that we are happily married, doesn't he?”
”Yes. That is why I got so mad when he insisted that you talk to him without me. I didn't want you to say anything to blow my cover, and I have been happily married these last few months.”
”Derik was in on all of this too, wasn't he?”
”Yes. He knew.”
”Did he know that you raped me?”
”Don't say it like that, Morgan.”
”How would you like for me to phrase it? Did you know that he raped me too?”
Drew stood up. His face was instantly red. ”Are you serious? When?”
”A bunch of times, every time he would drive me anywhere.”
”I'll kill that motherf.u.c.ker.”
”You don't have to worry about him. I told Mr.
Callaway what he did.”
That got another shocked look right toward the camera.
”When?”
”Before you sent him here to kill me.”
”I never sent him here to kill you. I sent him here to calm you down.”
”He was going to kill me,” I a.s.sured him.
”Who's Dawson,” he asked again.
”My sheriff,” I replied with a sad tone.
”Excuse me?”
”I was going to marry him until I ended back up here in your web.”
”You were going to marry him?” he asked with an almost hurt tone. Good. I wanted him to hurt. ”How were you going to do that? You're married to me.”
”No. Morgan Kelley was married to you. I wasn't Morgan Kelley there. I had a whole new ident.i.ty. A whole new life. I was happy there.”