Underestimated Part 27

We could stop the camera during the night when I needed to get into the office. It would look like I was sound asleep, without using pillows and would allow me more time in Drew's office.

I stopped talking when Dawson removed his hand from between my legs and slid from beneath me.

d.a.m.nit...

"I have to pee. I'll be right back," he said.

"Let's go to bed," I suggested instead.

"Are you done talking?" he asked, sounding disappointed.

I smiled. "No. I would rather tell you now so that we don't have to do it again later."

He smiled back. "I'll meet you in bed."

"You know what I still don't get?" Dawson asked, sliding into bed with me.

"What?"

"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 h.e.l.l 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.

We made our very last transaction that night.

Rebecca took care of the lights, briefly causing the cameras to reset. I quickly went to the cameras on Drew's computer and froze my sleeping body on the one facing my bed. My fingers trembled something fierce and my heartbeat a million and one miles a minute. I had never taken that much money at one time. I was terrified that he was going to get an alert or something. He would know that forty thousand dollars had just come out of six different accounts. I quickly hit submit on the very last transaction and stomped on the floor for Rebecca to get the lights and get me the h.e.l.l out of there.

I don't think I slept a wink that night. I was so nervous for Drew to come home. I wished I knew when he coming. It could be any second or days.

Drew did know about my last transaction. He frantically spent hours on the phone that morning when he got home, trying to get someone, anyone to tell him what happened to his money, and who authorized forty thousand dollars of his money to go toward a remodel of an animal shelter.

That was the last day that Drew had ever hit me. I didn't know at the time that it would be the last time. I was sitting in his office, naked of course. It seemed like that was when he wanted me there, when he was stressed, but this stress was over me. He just hadn't figured that part out, and I silently prayed that he didn't.

I thought after his toying with me and finally releasing his frustration in my a.s.s that he had calmed down some.

"Is it okay if I go to the library?" I submissively asked.

"For what?" he asked annoyed.

What do you think a.s.shole?...

"Probably to get a book and get out of this house,"

I didn't mean for it to come out so smart, but it did and I felt the back of his hand come in contact with the same cheekbone that had taken his blow so many times.

"You can go to the library when you can learn some respect. Get the f.u.c.k out of my office," he demanded with a thick voice.

I lightly shook my head, letting Rebecca know that he wasn't going to allow me to go that day. I wanted out of there so bad. I needed to tell her that he was looking for the money.

I was silently eating lunch in the kitchen later in the afternoon when Drew came in. I could feel the black eye and the puffiness just below it.

"That looks pretty good, make me one and bring it to my office," he said talking to Rebecca and looking at my food.

"Sure," Rebecca replied, nicely.

"You can take her to the library after that if you want" he stated.

Yes...

"Is Derik available to take her today? I was going to go take a nap. I'm not feeling the best today."

I couldn't help it. My head just snapped right toward her with a look of vengeance. I couldn't believe she was going to send me away with Derik, knowing what he would do.

Derik never spoke in the car. I made sure to show him my little chip that would be placed in Drew's computer when I got back. I hoped that would scare him off, and he wouldn't try anything. It didn't. He smiled a devious grin and turned on the radio.

"You've got fifteen minutes," he warned, opening the library door for me.

I was scared s.h.i.tless. I knew that Derik was going to do what Drew had already done that morning to me. I went right to the nonfiction row and had to look around a dumpy lady that just stood there in front of the section that I wanted.

"Go to the bathroom, first stall," she said and disappeared.

I of course had to ask permission from Derik.

"I need to go to the bathroom," I whispered. He followed.

I opened the first stall door to a dark blue duffle bag waiting for me on the floor. I quickly opened it and read the short note.

"Change into these clothes, immediately, walk out the front door and get into the waiting cab."

This was well thought out. I stuck a piece of the bubble gum in my mouth and started chewing to soften it up. I sprayed the cheap perfume that I was sure Derik would catch a whiff of, and pulled on the long black wig. I was glad that my hair was up and didn't have to waste time on the hair with the provided hair tie.

"What the h.e.l.l is this?" I wondered, pulling out a thin sleeve of some sort. I pulled it on, and it literally looked like I had a tattooed sleeve from my fingers to my shoulder. I quickly undressed placing my expensive pant suit in the bag. The jeans were old, ratty, and way too big.

I put on the flannel shirt with the cut off sleeves and topped if off with nerd gla.s.ses and work boots. My heart was going crazy. If this didn't work, I knew I would be spending the rest of my life eating carrot sticks and apples, locked in the gym.

I threw the duffle bag over my shoulder and left with a bubble in my mouth. I didn't know whether I was supposed to take the duffle bag or not, so I did. Derik was waiting right outside, arms crossed leaning against the wall to the left. I didn't look at him but could see him out of the corner of my eye. I knew I had seconds when I heard his knuckles knock on the bathroom door, telling me to hurry.

There were two yellow cabs parked right out front.

I panicked. I didn't know which one to take. I just knew that Derik was going to grab me from behind at any second. I couldn't even open one of the cab doors and ask if they were going to I didn't know where.

I stood in a frozen state, not knowing what to do. I almost jumped out of my skin when someone grabbed my elbow and shoved me toward the first car. They opened the back door for me, and I got in. I didn't even look to see who it was. I did turn around once we were in traffic.

There were a lot of people on the sidewalk. I didn't see Derik anywhere.

It took forty five minutes for my heart to regulate, and the nerves to settle throughout my body, and then it started all over. The driver handed me a manila envelope, chucked full of information and ID's.

"What's this?"

No answer. He wasn't going to discuss anything with me. I opened the flap and pulled out the prepaid phone as the driver pulled off the side of the road, and I was quickly rushed into another vehicle parked right behind us.

"Thank you," I said to the driver who only nodded.

I didn't know what I was thanking him for. I didn't even know how much he knew.

"I need your cellphone," my new driver said before I exited the cab. I handed him my new prepaid cellphone.

"Not that one," he stated, and I fished Drew's phone from the pocket on the side of the duffle bag. He handed it to the cab driver and ushered me on my way. I had never thought about being tracked, and the panic started all over again. I was sure he was tracking me.

I jumped again when the new phone rang in my hand.

"h.e.l.lo," I cautiously answered.

"Are you doing okay?" the unidentified voice asked.

I hadn't even noticed I wasn't breathing until that moment. I inhaled deeply.

"Yeah, I think so. This was just so unexpected. Are you Ms. K?" I asked.

"Yes, I am. It's always best that you don't know what is happening. You have full instructions in the envelope. I will call you later. Don't answer any calls from that phone unless it is this number, understand?"

"Yes, thank you Mrs. K."

"You're welcome. Relax, it's over. You're going to be fine."