Authors: Jettie Woodruff
shortly after, and he pounded hard and fast into my ass for
I don’t know how long. I knew it was over when I heard
him moan loudly and steady himself deep inside of me.
I woke in the morning fully clothed in what I went
to bed in. Did I dream all of that? Was it all just a
nightmare? I tried to notice how I felt down below, but I
couldn’t assuredly tell. It felt a little off, but I didn’t know
if that was just me being paranoid or not. I grabbed the
bottle of pills to see if they had been switched. They
hadn’t. It was the same little blue pills that I had been
taking for over a month, the ones that Dr. Tharp had
prescribed when he released me.
I showered and pulled on a pair of jeans and a knit
shirt. I went into the kitchen, and Marta had eggs and toast
ready for me sitting on the table in the kitchen.
Drew came in shortly after wearing a smile,
dressed in his expensive suite.
“Good morning,” he said, kissing the top of my
head.
“Good morning,” I replied. I didn’t want to be a
bitch if I had imagined the nightmare that I was almost sure
took place the night before. I was trying like hell to
convince myself that the incident in the car was just a
fight, and not dwell on that either.
Drew ate with me and then disappeared to his
office. I needed out of that house. I needed to go
someplace where I could think.
I walked right into his office, purposely not
knocking. I got the same dirty look for barging in.
“Could you leave us please,” I asked Derik,
standing in the same stuffy clothes as Drew.
He blew out a puff of air as if he was saying, in
your dreams.
“Go, Derik,” Drew demanded.
He left, but gave me a look that I wasn’t sure of. It
was somewhere between a warning and a vengeful
expression. I didn’t care.
“I need a car today,” I spit out. I thought Drew was
going to fall off of his chair.
“You need a car?”
“Yes. I have to get out of this house for a while
before I go crazy. I did drive before, didn’t I?”
“Not really. You were driven to where you wanted
to go. Don’t you remember what happened the last time
you drove?”
“No, Drew. I don’t. I don’t remember any fucking
thing,” I smartly replied. How dare him.
“Where do you want to go? I will have Derik drive
you.”
“I don’t even want to be in the same room with that
man. I want to go alone. I do have a driver’s license,” I
stated. I did have a license. My hair was blonde in them,
and they were good until my next birthday.
“You don’t like Derik? You liked him before,” he
reminded me. I rolled my eyes.
“Maybe I did, and maybe I didn’t. I have a feeling
that my whole life before the accident was nothing but a
lie.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing, Drew. Can I take your car or not.”
“How long are you going to be gone? Where are
you going?”
“I have no idea, but I am not twelve. I think I will
be fine.”
“Why don’t you go to Lennox Park?” He suggested
and stood to take his keys from his pocket.
I knew where that was. I don’t know how I knew,
but I did.
Chapter 15
I knew I was being followed. I could see not only
Derik but also Drew in the rearview mirror. I didn’t care.
They could follow me all they wanted. I had nowhere to
go. I did take Drew’s advice and went to the park. I
walked the red brick path around the park and sat at a
bench. I watched the kids play and run around. It felt good.
I smiled at their innocent happiness as they ran and yelled
happily.
I knew Drew and Derik were somewhere close,
but I wasn’t going to even look around for them. I didn’t
care. I needed to figure out what I was doing. I couldn’t
stay with him. Maybe I could talk to Mr. Callaway. He
seemed to be amiably concerned about me. That would be
fine had I known where to find him or how to call him. My
cellphone had one number in it, Drew’s. Why did I not
have other friends? Why didn’t I know anyone else? Why
hadn’t anyone come by to check on me?
“Dawson,” I whispered out loud. Who was
Dawson and why did I feel lost without him? I wasn’t sure
about anything, and sitting there amongst a bunch of
strangers was doing nothing for my memory. I may as well
give up and live with the cards that I have been dealt. I got
up and started walking through the park again. I didn’t
look up and kept my head down. The red brick went into a
big circle around the park, and I walked, following it back
to where I started. If I could only follow the path back to
where I remembered who the hell I was I would be a
happy camper or would I. Something told me that I didn’t
want to know who I was before.
I stopped and looked up at the building across the
road. ‘Lennox Library,’ I knew that building. Well maybe
not knew, but it did seem to be ambiguously familiar. I
walked off the path and into the drought infested grass. I
could hear the crunch underneath my sneakers as I walked
across the dry grass.
I pushed the crosswalk button and waited for the
sign to tell me that it was my turn to cross. I went into the
building, and for some reason I knew to go to the second
floor of the massive library. I didn’t know what was on
the second floor, but I knew I had been there.
“Can I help you find something?” a lady asked
from behind a desk after I just stood there.
“Do you know who I am?” I asked. It was a dumb
question but worth a shot.
“Excuse me?” she asked as if she hadn’t heard me.
“Never mind,” I said and walked to the nonfiction
section. I had read so many of those books, and I knew that
I had gotten them from right there in that library.
Why does it even matter Morgan? It’s not like
you’re going to remember anything of any importance
anyway. Who cares if you used to check out books there?
Wait…I had an e-reader. I remembered Drew taking it
away from me. Why would I come to the library if I had
access to millions of books right at my fingertips? I took a
deep breath and ran my hands over my face and pinched
the bridge of my nose. I had a horrible headache that
seemed to be getting worse the more I tried to figure out
my life.
I was just exiting the building when my cellphone
rang.
“Are you okay?” Drew asked. Who else would it
be? I only had one number.
“Yes. I’m fine. I’m heading back now.”
“Did you have a nice time?”
“Yeah. I’ll see you in a little bit,” I replied,
agitated as hell.
Drew must have believed me and knew that I was
coming home. The car that I was sure they had followed
me in was parked in front of the house.
Once again I barged right into his office. I tossed
his keys and left without a word. I pretended not to notice
the screen on his computer and walked in and right back
out. I had a headache from hell, and couldn’t process what
I had seen just yet. I went right to my bed and lay across it
holding my head. I wasn’t about to touch the bottle of pills
again. I would deal with the pain.
The sound of the white phone on the nightstand
was deafening and echoed through my head. I was annoyed
that I had to move to answer it.
“What?” I answered. I didn’t know who it was. I
didn’t care.
“Are you okay?” Drew asked.
“Fine, I just have a horrible headache and want to
rest a while.”
“Why don’t you take a pain pill and sleep a little.”
“I am never taking those pills again,” I assured him
and myself.
“Why?” he asked. I didn’t know if I had imagined
the whole thing the night before or not. I really didn’t
know, but I wasn’t taking the chance.
“Because they make me have horrible nightmares,”
I retorted, hung up and lay my head back into my hands.
When I woke a couple hours later, my head did
feel better. It wasn’t entirely gone, but at least it wasn’t
pounding like it had before I had fallen asleep. I didn’t
move. I lay in the same position that I had for the past
couple of hours with my face buried in my hands.
I knew that I had to revisit what I had seen in
Drew’s office. I knew that there were cameras in this
room. I didn’t get a close look, but I knew this room was
on that screen. I wondered if my bathroom was under
surveillance as well. I had a good feeling that it was. That
was how he knew that I couldn’t get out of the tub that first
day that I was home. That was how he knew to come and
take the e-reader from me, but why? What was on it that he
didn’t want me to see? That was how he knew that I was
pleasing myself the other night. Why was I on constant
surveillance? Were there always cameras in here or was it
just since my accident and he wanted to be able to see that
I was okay?
For some reason, and I wasn’t sure what that
reason was. I knew that this had always been my room and
Drew, and I never had slept together. What the hell was
going on? Why couldn’t I just remember? Damnit, I
wanted to remember. I needed to remember.
I pretended to stay asleep when Drew opened the
door and sat on the side of my bed. He ran his hand up my
arm and shoulder.
“Morgan,” he softly spoke.
I moaned and removed my hands from my head.
“Feel better?” he asked. His hand brushed across
my breast and my stomach as I rolled over. I ignored it.
“Yeah, I think so. Sorry I was a little testy earlier.
It wasn’t you. I just had a horrible headache, probably too
much sun.” I had no idea what my plan was, but I knew I
had to keep Drew at bay, at least until I knew whether my
fears were real or not.
“It’s okay. You’ve been sleeping for quite a while.
Why don’t you come down and get something to eat.”
I smiled and sat up. I wrapped my arms around his
neck and his wrapped around my waist. I could tell he was
taken aback. That was what I was going for.
“Do you love me, Drew?” I asked, running my
fingers through the back of his hair and along his neck.
“What kind of question is that? Of course, I love
you. You’re my wife.”
“You never tell me,” I said, pulling away and
touching his bottom lip with my finger. That took him by
surprise too.
“I guess we’ve just never had that kind of
relationship. You have never been one to say it either, but
we both know.”
He moved my finger away from his lip. He didn’t
like the intimacy with me. Hmm… I pondered.
I kissed him next. I mean, I seriously kissed him,
holding the sides of his face and shoving my tongue into
his mouth. I pulled myself up to my knees, forcing my body
closer to his. He pushed me away and looked at me totally
stunned. I had just knocked the wind out of him, rendering
him speechless. I couldn’t let it stop me. I didn’t know
what I was doing. I had no plan, but I knew something
wasn’t right. I didn’t belong with him. Something was
missing. I knew that he didn’t operate this way. I could
feel it.
I brought my bare feet to the floor and stood
directly in front of him. He still didn’t speak. I don’t think
he was able to. I wrapped my arms around his neck once
again, and his stayed on the knees of his dress pants. I
softly kissed his lips and moved down his neck. I didn’t
really mean to become aroused. I was only trying to take
charge, something that I was sure I never did before. I
don’t know how I knew that. I just did. I was, however,
becoming aroused. His expensive cologne and sexy
physique was undoubtedly causing me to become instantly
wet.
I moved my hands to the top button of his dress
shirt and slowly worked my way down while my tongue
and lips teased his neck and occasionally his lips. By the
time I got to the third button his hands were on mine.
“What are you doing, Morgan?” he asked, trying to
regain the control. I wasn’t having it.
I pulled my hands out of his, not taking my eyes
from his. I liked being over him. I felt like I had a little
more power with him having to look up to me. My heart
and nerves would have argued. There was such a rush of