Chapter 7

 

 

 

“Glad to see you could make it,” Deidra started in on Drew right away. She wasn’t looking at me. She was directing everything to him. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this, maybe you two should just call it quits right now.”

“This is what I’m paying you for? You think I’m here because I want to be here? You think I want to come in here and listen to your smartass comments. We’re never calling it quits. If that’s what you think is going to come out of this, you’re sadly mistaken.”

“Actually that’s not what I think at all. You want to know what I think? I think you’re stupid,” she blamed, pointing right at me, “and I think you’re one lucky son of bitch. I will tell you one thing. If she comes in here, trying to cover bruises again then you can take your sorry ass out of here and to somebody that doesn’t mind a wife beater.”

“You can’t talk to me like that. You don’t know shit.”

“Morgan, how’d you get the black eye? Did Drew hit you? If he didn’t, I’ll gladly apologize.”

“Can we just get on with it?” I asked, wanting to get away from the touchy subject. She called Drew a wife beater. Oh, my god. His skin was probably burning from the boiling blood. I was definitely taking a cab home.

“Drew?” Deidra asked with raised eyebrows.

“Sure, whatever.”

“You were telling us about when you moved in with Michael.”

“Yeah, what about it?” Drew standoffishly replied. He wasn’t talking. She was going to have to get him started again, ask the questions, and hold his hand.

“Can you give us five minutes?” Drew asked.

Deidra nodded and left us alone. Drew turned to my puzzled face, taking both my hands.

“Morgan, I don’t think this is such a good idea. I don’t want you to know things.”

I halfheartedly smiled. “I want to know, Drew. I want to know everything about you. I’m here, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’ve never told anyone about my life. I don’t want you to hate the father you never knew.”

“Drew, if you hate him. I want to hate him with you. Would it be better if we didn’t talk about it with Deidra? What if we just talked in the privacy of our own home? Would that make it easier?”

“No. I’m afraid of doing that alone with you. If you’re making me do this, it has to be here.”

The door opened and Deidra resumed her seat opposite me.

I was surprised when Drew didn’t wait for Deidra to ask questions at all. He stood and walked to the window again, away from both our inquiring eyes. My pulse was rapid, anticipating what Drew had to say. It was something bad. I knew it was.

“Michael took me under his wing and started teaching me everything there was to know about Callaway Jewels,” Drew began, staring out the window. “I wanted to be just like him. He was so strong and powerful with a distinct façade. People watched Michael when he entered a room. Women flocked to his side and bowed at his every command, not just any women, beautiful, goddess looking women. Maybe it was my age and the hormones, but I wanted to be just like him. I wanted women to treat me that way. Hell, I even wanted to treat women the way he did, not just women, everyone. He talked to everyone like they were mud on his shoes. I watched his every move, mimicked his walk, his talk, and even started dressing like him. Imagine that one if you will.” Drew snickered, turning to look at me. “I was thirteen, dressing in three thousand dollar O’Brian suits, Richelieu leather shoes, and Rolex watches. If Michael had it, I wanted it. I was the big man on campus. Kids at school worshiped me, and the more power I acquired the more I wanted. I even charged twenty bucks a day for stupid kids to wear my eight hundred dollar sunglasses for the day.  By the time I was fourteen, I outgrew junior high. I didn’t fit in with those kinds of kids anymore. Michael took me out of school and sent me to Breakon Ridge, an all-boys school where I was surrounded by rich snobby boys just like me. I didn’t see my mother for three days after that day. Michael had locked her up when she argued that she didn’t want me in a private school. He didn’t care, it wasn’t up to her. And, of course, I wanted to do what Michael wanted me to do.

‘Locked up where?’ I was the one to ask Michael.

‘The gym,’ he sadly replied. I knew that was going to be Michael’s answer. I just needed to hear it for myself.”

“Drew, did Michael hurt you?” Deidra interrupted Drew’s story.

Drew looked at her, sliding his hands in his pockets. “No, he never hurt me. Why would you ask that?”

Deidra held a straight face, staring him down. “When was the first time he didn’t hurt you?”

Drew turned back to the window, standing quietly for what seemed like hours. “Michael took me to New York City. I spent the entire day right beside him, watching him negotiate and snake his way into three very lucrative stores. I’ve never seen a grown man so excited about diamonds. That man was obsessed. We ate in a restaurant right in downtown Manhattan on a rooftop, overlooking the entire world. I knew right that moment, I was going to be rich and powerful just like Michael.

‘You like this?’ Michael asked me.

‘Yes, sir. I sure do,’ I beamed. I was a fourteen-year-old business man, playing a very important role.

‘You do what I tell you to do, and keep your mouth shut when I tell you to keep it shut, and you’ll have all of this. I’ll teach you everything you need to know about money, power, and women.’

‘But you have my mom. What about her?’ I foolishly asked him.

‘I’ll always have your mother, but that doesn’t change the fact that a man has needs. You’ll learn that soon enough. Men have many needs, some different than others, but nonetheless, we all want pretty much the same thing.’

I nodded, agreeing with everything he told me. I had no idea what I was agreeing with, I just knew Michael Callaway could do no wrong, not in my eyes anyway. His word was gospel, and he was the only one I needed to listen to. I would walk in his shoes someday. I was sure of it. Michael drank a lot that night. I sat alone most of the evening overlooking the city while he danced and spent money on beautiful women. We didn’t retire to our hotel room until almost two in the morning. Michael plopped his drunk ass to the white leather sofa and I retired to my room, exhausted. Stripping down to my boxers I crawled in and passed out cold.” Drew paused.

I placed my hand over my mouth, listening to Drew describe life with my father. I knew what he was about to tell us. I knew it in my gut, and my heart was already breaking for him. . No. Please don’t let it be what I’m thinking it is.

 Drew continued, “I didn’t even wake up when Michael crawled in bed beside me. I didn’t wake up until I felt his hands, sliding through the elastic of my shorts.

‘What are you doing?’ I asked Michael, trying to move away from him.

‘Shhh, remember how I told you to do what you were told and keep your mouth shut? This is one of those times you keep your mouth shut,’ Michael reiterated. I was sure I’d never been so humiliated in my life. I didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t like I could defy him. He was Michael Callaway. I was afraid of him, of what he’d do to me or my mother, so I didn’t do anything. I lay there staring out the window into the dark night while my body reacted against my will and caved to the hands of Michael.”

“Drew you can stop,” I offered. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this, not at all.

Drew turned and looked at me. No, Drew looked through me. He wasn’t seeing me at all. He was in a dark place, recollecting things he’d tried to burry with my father and his mother.

“That’s all he ever did. He never made me touch him. He’d just climb into bed with me and fondle me until I was finished,” Drew stated, turning back to face the alley below. “He still treated me like a king during the day, teaching me everything he could teach me about success. It wasn’t like he was hurting me, and he assured me over and over that as long as I let him take care of mine and his need the way he wanted, he’d always take care of my mother. I did what I needed to do to insure that. Michael changed things up a bit shortly after I’d turned sixteen. I walked into his office one afternoon with a beautiful strawberry blonde, sucking his dick. He was instantly pissed.

‘Get the fuck out!’ Michael demanded. I turned, quickly leaving him and the female I’d known as Valerie.”

“How did you know her?” I asked Drew, forgetting that Deidra was even there. I didn’t feel like we were in the middle of a counseling session at all. I felt like it was just Drew and me. I wanted to go to him, hold him, and tell him I loved him. I didn’t do that. I knew he’d shut down, and as hard as it was to hear. I wanted to know. I wanted to know all of it. It was so surreal. Drew wasn’t the person I’d thought him to be at all. Yeah, he was strong and secure on the outside, but on the inside, I was sure he was a shattered mess. He had to be. What boy could keep all this bottled up and be okay? It instantly made me think about my own son. I’d kill anyone that hurt him.

“Her husband was a big time movie director, traveling a lot, leaving her alone more than he should have. He and Michael were good friends. He sent a lot of rich, famous people to Michael for expensive purchases. Valerie was there a lot,” Drew answered.

“And your mom?” I curiously asked, waiting for Deidra to stop me. She didn’t, she let us interact with each other without a word.

“She knew. She couldn’t do anything about it. She made excuses for him, saying he was just a man with needs. She was still sure he was going to marry her. He’d never had any intentions of marrying my mother. Trying to convince her of that fact was like pulling teeth, not that I ever got the chance anyway.”

“What do you mean?” I probed, confused.

“You know how the house is. I didn’t plant all those cameras; Michael did. He could hear every word we said. He didn’t let us around each other much, not alone anyway. She came down for meals, looking like a million bucks. She escorted my father to all his parties and functions, playing the role of the perfect couple. You of all people should know how that is. You played it too, Morgan.”

I only nodded, remembering the same dinner parties, with my arm looped through Drew’s, playing the flawless wife as well.

“Mind if you fill me in too?” Deidra asked.

“Later, that’s getting a little ahead of time,” Drew countered, and she nodded for him to continue. “Valerie left shortly after I’d walked in on them. Michael was furious when he came looking for me. I’d never seen him that mad before.

‘Go to my office,’ Michael ordered, taking a call on his cell.

I went to his office, bouncing around nervously, waiting for the unknown. I glanced at the computer screen, seeing my mother on his monitor, sewing. Why the fuck was she sewing? What the fuck was she sewing? I wondered, trying to occupy my mind.

‘Take your pants down, boy.’ Michael startled me, closing and locking the door behind him. I’d never done that in front of him. He’d always just crawled in bed with me. Hesitating he screamed for me to do it, now. I did. He moved his eyes down my scrawny sixteen-year-old body and removed his belt.

‘Bend over,’ he ordered.  

I took his blows from the belt, gritting my teeth, and reminding myself that I was a man, and I wasn’t going to cry. He couldn’t make me cry,” Drew spoke vehemently.

“Drew, you were not a man. You were a boy,” I assured him.

“SHUT-UP!” Drew yelled, turning to me.

Deidra lightly shook her head, motioning me not to respond and for Drew to continue.

Drew then calmly proceeded, “That became Michael’s next thrill; me messing up so he could bend me over his desk and humiliate me with his belt. He still visited me whenever he wanted at night but never spoke of it. I never mentioned it either. I did what was expected of me. I’ll never forget the first time I stood in front of a group of men and led a meeting. It was in the Chicago store. It was struggling and Michael had given me three months to come up with a plan and fix it. I did, leaving him and a room full of men overly impressed with me. I never felt bad at all when I was the one made to fire three employees and up the hours of three more. I felt powerful, prevailing, and unstoppable. I was on top of the world and nothing was stopping me.

By the time I was seventeen, I could run Callaway Jewels, fire anyone without an ounce of remorse, and close a major deal better than Michael himself. I didn’t care about anyone, or anything. I only cared about the next big deal, how much money the stores were making, and how much power I held over others. You think I’m cocky now, you should have seen me then.” Drew smiled my way.

I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to hear more. Deidra stopped him after that. We’d already gone over our hour by ten minutes.

“Have a seat, Drew.” Deidra nodded to the sofa beside me.

Drew sat, reaching for my hand.

“Let’s pick up here, next week. Are you going to be here?” Deidra asked, looking at Drew and not me.

“Yes, we’ll be here.”

“No, makeup or dark sun glasses?” Deidra posed it as a question to Drew.

“No, she won’t need either. I promise,” Drew reassured her confidently.

“Drew’s not coming home right away. He’s going to work at his office downtown for a while. I’m going to take a cab home,” I elaborated.

“No, you’re not, and you’re riding with me. I’m fine.”

I was a little scared to do that. I mean, Drew seemed fine. He didn’t seem angry at all. I would prefer going with him. I just didn’t know if it was a good idea.

“Let’s set some ground rules. No talking about what we talk about here at home, okay?” Deidra asked, again looking at Drew. I knew why she didn’t want us discussing this at home. She wanted Drew right there where she knew he wouldn’t hit me. It was probably a safe move on my part, although I would have liked nothing more than continue this conversation at home.

“Drew, I can take a cab. I kind of want to,” I pleaded, walking to the car with him.  

“No, Morgan. I’m fine. I promise. I want to be with you. I need to be with you.”

“I kind of wanted to go somewhere. I didn’t want to go home yet.”

“I have some time. I’ll take you.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” I confessed.

He stopped, pulling my hand to stop with him. “Where do you want to go?”

“I want to go to the cemetery.”

“To your father?”

“He’s not my father,” I protested. I never wanted to be associated with that man—ever.

“I don’t want to go there, Morgan.”

“You don’t have to, Drew. Just let me take a cab. You can go home.”

Drew groaned and turned me before opening my door. “This is why I didn’t want to do this. You don’t need to hear this stuff.”

“I do, Drew. I want to know. I want to know it all.”

Drew, softly kissed my lips and opened my door. I knew he didn’t want me to know what he’d been through. He felt like he needed to protect me from it, but I felt like the only way he was going to protect me was to get it out. I was sure that Drew would crack if he kept it bottled up much longer. I’d be the one to go down with him. It really wasn’t implausible to be a story in the Las Vegas Review or make the channel eight news for a murder-suicide. I could see it happening. I could see it plain as day.

I texted Alicia in the car, asking if she could stay with Nicky for a while. Of course she could, only needing us back in time to get Vincent from school.

Drew drove up the dry lane, leading to the same cemetery that we’d buried Randal in. We never walked around that day. We didn’t go any further than the air conditioned tent where a handful of people said farewell to Callaway. When he passed, Drew was doing everything in his power to win me over, keep me with him and away from Dawson. Both our moods were different then. This day felt more like a mournful day than that day did. Both our moods were sort of somber now.

Holding my hand, Drew led me to the section where three graves lay side by side with matching headstones lined in a row. First was Michael, then Randal, and then Drew’s mother. That was the first time I’d even known his mother’s name. I was a horrible wife. I didn’t even knew her name. How could I not know her name?