“I still can’t figure out, why you? I mean how would he even know about you?”
“The only logical exclamation that I have been able to come up with is, when he came to our school and donated all of that money. He donated to a lot of things, including me,” I smiled a devious smile to myself, proud of the fact that he bought me my house. “The only thing that I can come up with is he wanted someone that wouldn’t be missed, someone that their drunken father would sell. I don’t think he is into the whole romance thing, and he just wanted someone that he could control and not have to worry about a family getting in his way. He didn’t have time for a real relationship, not that he ever wanted one.
You know what does baffle me though?”
“What’s that?” Dawson asked, pulling me into the arms that I loved holding me.
“You located Justin in Las Vegas….” I suddenly stopped. I couldn’t go there with Dawson. He still thought that I was from Indiana. I almost spit out that I didn’t understand how Justin and I both could end up in Las Vegas.
“Yeah?” he questioned.
“I don’t know, it just seems so far away. How did someone from Las Vegas come to adopt my little brother all the way from West Virginia?”
“Hmm, I don’t know. I would imagine that people adopt kids from all over the country.”
“I guess,” I replied. I was letting that one go right that second.
“So you and Rebecca snuck into his office and moved money? He never got suspicious? I mean that seems like an awful lot of money to move without him knowing? What did you say he did again?”
I didn’t…
“I’m not exactly sure. I know it has something to do with software,” I lied. If he was going to go digging he was going to have to have a mighty big shovel. “Yeah, we pretty much just snuck into his office, moved money and got the hell out of there.”
“Tell me about the day that you finally left.”
“I left a month earlier than we had originally planned. I couldn’t take the chance on staying another month. I was in the kitchen eating lunch with Rebecca when Drew came in being way too happy and cheery for Drew.
“I thought you were going to the library?” he asked, taking a bite of my sandwich.
“We are, right after lunch,” I answered.
“I have surprise that is going to keep you very busy, right here at home,” he chanted.
I looked over to Rebecca standing on the other side of the counter.
“Do you mind?” he asked, and she disappeared.
“What?” I asked, wondering what in the world could keep me busy at home.
“A baby.”
I almost choked on my own tongue. “I don’t want a baby,” I stated.
“Doesn’t matter what you want, does it, Morgan?”
he said with a smirk and a tilted head. “You’re done getting your shots. I will have you barefoot and pregnant in a month,” he smiled, taking another bite of my sandwich.
Now what? I couldn’t let him get me pregnant. I would be terrified of the monster that he could produce.
There was no way he was injecting me with that poison. I started doing some calculating in my head. I was supposed to have a shot in like week. How much time do I have after my last dose before I could get pregnant?”
“I think Derik needs to drive today,” Drew stated, got up, kissed me on my shocked cheek, and disappeared.
Was he afraid that I would try and run after that bomb?
Rebecca followed me to the nonfiction section of the library after our silent ride to the library.
“Tell me already,” she demanded in a quiet whisper as we pretended to look through the books.
“He’s not letting me get my next shot. He wants to get me pregnant,” I whispered, and turned to see Derik sitting at a small table looking right down the row at us.
He had an annoyed look on his face and looked down at his Rolodex and then back to me. I knew he didn’t want to be there, and was telling me to hurry.
“He what?!?”
“Shhhh,” I warned.
I picked up a book and flipped open the cover. It was called ‘Once in a house,’ and was about a woman held against her will, forced to marry, and bare the children of a prince in England. I really wanted to read that book, but I didn’t dare. I knew that Drew would throw a royal fit about it. Instead, I chose a book of short stories from Ernest Hemingway.
Drew was out of town for almost three weeks the next time. I asked Rebecca everyday about a new plan and always got the same answer. Apparently whoever Ms. K
was didn’t work like that. She couldn’t get a hold of her and had to wait for an unknown number to send a text. She had tried to text the numbers from before, but never got a response.
Finally, on the day before Drew’s return she got a message. ‘Send last donation to Sulton Flux Bank,’ it read with the account information.
Rebecca quickly text back and told her what Drew had planned for me, not knowing how much time she had with the new unknown number.
“Wait for instructions,” was the only reply back.