I took the cup from Judith’s hand and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door a little harder than I meant to.
I left the cup on the sink and walked out of the bathroom, right past the both of them and downstairs to the pool. I didn’t want to know the results. I knew that I was pregnant, and I didn’t want Judith fucking Bishop to be the one to tell me the fact that I already knew. Fuck both of them. I wished I had my car. I wanted to leave. I didn’t want to be there for one more second.
I sat on the side of the pool, swirling my feet around the not so cool water. It was hot, very hot, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to be in that evil house full of demons.
“What are you doing, Morgan?” Drew asked, in a calmer voice from the door.
“Nothing,” I snapped.
“Come inside,” he politely requested.
“Why?”
“So we can talk,” he said with a little more annoyance.
“So we can talk or so you can tell me what I am doing?” I replied still sitting by the pool, not about to budge. I spent six years of my life listening to this man tell me when, where, how, what, and why, no not why, it was never any of my business, why. I wasn’t about to bow down to him.
“Please come in the house. It’s a hundred degrees out here.”
I got up and walked past him and into the kitchen.
He followed. Marta was preparing our supper. I took a bottle of water and sat at the island.
“Can you leave us, Marta?” He asked. She smiled and walked out.
Drew straddled the stool beside me. “Look at me,”
he softy spoke.
I turned my head to his, but I didn’t look at him. I looked past his right shoulder at one of the replaced, tiny cameras that I had broken. What? Was he afraid someone was going to steal his food?
Stupid idiot. Stupid fucking idiot…
“Don’t you want to know what the results are?”
I did look into his eyes with that, dead on with my cold, despicable glare. “I already know what they are.”
“She can do the paternity test, and she can do the abortion if it turns out to be his.”
Damnit, what the hell did I do with that gun?...
“One, Judith is not doing shit with any test. Two, Judith is not touching me. I will find my own physician, and three. What would ever give you the idea that I would even consider an abortion?”
“I knew you would say every bit of what you just said,” he admitted.
“Then, why would you even suggest any of it?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Wishful thinking, I guess. What do you want, Morgan?”
“Not you,” I assured him. He snickered.
“You want to run back to your boring little life in Maine, back to your safe little sheriff.” He replied with a tone. It wasn’t a question, it was more of a statement.
“Boring? Let me explain to you what boring is.
Boring is being trapped in this house for six, very long years. Boring is being allowed to leave the house escorted to go to one place and check out one book. Boring is being locked in a room with nothing in it for days, boring is…”
“Stop, Morgan. You want to leave? I’m not forcing you to stay. You’re free to go whenever you want.”
“Fine. I want to go now,” I demanded.
“Where do you want to go?” he asked, I knew he wanted me to say back to my mom’s. I kind of wanted to go there too, but I was pissed. My only goal in life at that moment was to hurt him.
“Maine,” I spouted off with one word.
He took his cellphone from his pocket.
“I need the plane ready in an hour,” he said in the phone glaring at me.
Fuck…
I didn’t want to leave like that. I knew that he was trying to do what he thought was best. Hurting me wasn’t his intention, but damnit, he couldn’t just tell me what I was doing anymore. I felt like a real shit. I felt even worse when he kissed my lips softly and whispered that he loved me before he turned and walked away. Could somebody please explain how this got turned around? I wasn’t the bitch here, was I?
I was just getting ready to go to him when Marta let Celeste in, Celeste in her long legs, short pencil skirt, and beautiful flowing blonde hair.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Kelley,” she smiled, carrying an arm full of folders.
“Hello,” I smiled back as she made her way to Drew’s office.
I went upstairs and packed the clothes that I had taken to North Carolina with me. I didn’t really need two thousand dollar dresses in Maine.
I walked past Drew’s closed office door. I couldn’t believe that he was going to let me go without a word. He never came out.
My face instantly turned red when I opened the door to Gary. The same Gary that the last time I saw, my legs were wrapped around Drew’s waist in the back of the plane.
He took my bag and said goodbye to Marta. Drew was really letting me leave without one word.
I was happy when we landed that Drew had already arranged for me to have a ride. I really didn’t want to call Dawson, and it was getting pretty late. I knew that Lauren would be in bed already.