OCTOBER
Bullets to the head… say what?
Oct 13, 2016 Part 7
Weight: 118 pounds
Ate: nothing else.
Drank: Hmm… definitely need one
Sex: Hopefully
Peter checked the door, leaving my hand. But he checked his phone like he was rattled.
Peter Morgan was the king of the world practically, so his hands that trembled seemed unusual.
However he then told me and Vicki, “John’s got Alice. Someone tried to shoot her in the head.”
I swayed.
Someone was shooting? Seriously? This wasn’t part of my fantasy life when I joined the House of Morgan.
And was the mystery guy actually some killer?
I couldn’t ask. I wasn’t an officer. I don’t know anything about investigations, except my lines on my shows.
However as John led Alice back in the room, I grabbed a water bottle from the table and handed it to her.
Alice nodded at me.
I wished it was enough of an apology. Alice had once been nice, but right now my pulse zipped and I wasn’t sure my words were nice.
Peter spoke to someone on the phone now so I handed Vicki a water bottle and fixed her hair too.
Her old friend sighed and mumbled “Thanks.”
Good. It was a start.
John tugged Alice to stand beside him when he then asked, “Vicki, did dad kidnap you and keep you from all of us?”
Off topic but a great question.
I stayed next to Vicki in case she needed help. Vicki then said, “No. I faked my death.”
Bullets and a faked funeral. Wow.
I hugged Victoria to show support. However Alice and John exchanged glances. His hand stayed around Alice’s waist and he then asked his sister, “Why would you do that?”
Good question. This was probably not something I should be part of, but as I glanced as Peter who was still on the phone and hoped he’d want me to help him.
Vicki grew white as she stood a little taller beside me and said, “I had to get away from Dad and everything he’d done.”
Oh. Their father. Right. Mitch Morgan was nice to me but he’d always talked about keeping Peter in line.
I don’t want to imagine what he might have done to anyone that stepped out of line, but I kept my mouth shut.
Peter hung up the phone and rejoined the conversation. He took Vicki’s other hand and asked, “What happened happened between you two?”
I decided it was best to just be silent.
John snorted at him and asked, “You don’t know?”
My Peter met his brother’s gaze, sucked in his breathe, and said, “When it came to our sister, Dad, never told me anything.”
John fired back fast like his brother was his enemy. “You weren’t surprised to see Vicki today.”
Vicki said fast, “I saw him an hour before the funeral. He was surprised then and he couldn’t track you down for a private meeting. I’m sorry.”
Peter’s lips thinned. He hadn’t wanted his sister to say that.
I could tell.
John and Alice held hands again and shook his head at his sister while he said, “You don’t have to pretend our family is normal, Vicki.”
Vicki swayed next to me, let go of my support and hugged her own waist.
I’d speak if I knew what to say to fix this.
Peter had always wanted his family. But then John shook his head and said, “Peter, in many ways you are just like him. You should hav told me when we were talking in.”
Peter was a rock of silence. I wanted to hug him but he was so determined to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. Finally he said, “Vicki wanted to surprise you.”
John’s tone was louder as he said, “Dad would have said that too.”
Peter didn’t leave his sister’s side as he said, “He trained me since birth to be who I am. I never thought to escape as you did.”
And why should he? Peter was about to inherit more money than most people could ever imagine.
He’d paid his dues.
And I was right here, whenever he needed me.
But then Vicki glanced at me and Alice and then smiled as she said, “I see my brothers both decided to keep my friends as girlfriends.”
A ding went right into my heart. If only that was true. Maybe with Vicki at my side, I’d finally be Mrs. Peter Morgan.
