Your Pain Is My Comfort

Trip Part 3

Dr. Morgan's POV.

I hate everyone here.

Every face I see. Every hand that touches me. Every eye that looks my way, I want to punch to the f*****g ground. They're all judging me, that I know. They've done it my entire life, and thankfully I learned at an early age how to ignore them.

During my ride down here I knew there was no way in hell I was going to survive in this house for four days by myself. So I called a friend, the only friend, I had during high school. She had moved down here during 9th grade but left after the year was over with.

I'd only had been friends with her for a short period of time, but during that time, she felt more like family to me than any other person.

Aaron had found her, thank god, and I had contacted her, unfortunately, I don't know if she got it or not.

I looked around at everyone. Assholes. They were all wealthy, selfish, jackasses. Makes me fit right in. I'm wealthy, selfish, and a gigantic jackass. You would think I would love these people. That I would take humility in them. But I don't like people like me. I'm better than them. Not in every aspect, but better than them.

I sipped my glass of wine in the corner at the back of the room. I grew up in this house. I know every hall, every secret passageway, everything. I couldn't help but smile as I remembered Veronica and me as kids, running around, playing tag. The small moments that never lasted.

I saw movement and a flash of red cross my eyes. I looked up to see a woman. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. Something about her drew me into her. Maybe it was just the fact that she stood out above the rest.

Or maybe it was because she wore the face of the one person who has been upholding my mind for the past month.

My mouth dropped a little as she looked over the crowd from above. There was fear in her eyes. Doubt. But as she continued to watch, her attitude changed. I watched as she descended down the stairs. Confidence building with every step.

Her shoulders were slender back as she straightened herself up. She put her chin up, she looked forward, not paying attention to anyone around her. Pairs of eyes looked dead at her as she continued to walk. The mumors around me got louder as they all talked about her. Although my mind was confused, a part of me was impressed. Proud even.

She held her head up high. She stood her ground.

But as she got off the stairs I could see that light in her die down. I moved away from the wall I was leaning on and followed her from a distance.

I watched as her hips swayed with every step she took.

Someone stopped me in my tracks causing me to lose her. I glared at the man in front of me. I remember him. He hated me. I don't know why though. Maybe it was because my d**k was bigger than his. Or maybe because I slept with his wife.

And sister.

And his daughter.

We're not related by the way.

Before he could say anything I turned and walked away. I couldn't find her now, which is weird considering she outstands everyone here.

My head snapped up as I heard a glass being tapped. "I would like to introduce you all to someone very special to me," I rolled my eyes. The sound of her voice infuriated me. But my curiosity took over as I looked at my sister. There was someone standing behind her.

And it wasn't until I saw that flash of red that made my eyes go round. "No," I whispered to myself.

As everyone turned their eyes to Veronica and Olivia, Veronica found my eyes, and I watched as a giant grin appeared on her face.

I looked at Olivia as she smiled. She was happy. I could tell how much she loved the unwanted attention. She turned to look at Veronica expecting her to be looking at her as well. She followed Veronica's eye view. Soon, we were looking at one another.

I watched as that bright light in her eyes slowly disappeared. Anger scourged through me as Veronica continued to grin at me. But what made me furious was when I saw everything in Olivia die. She figured out what has happened. She figured out why it happened.

I bawled my hands into a fist as I imagined running it into Veronica's face.

Olivia looked at Veronica with anger and tears in her eyes. Veronica looked down at Olivia with a smile filled with pity. She tried to comfort her, no doubt telling her that it was only a unfortunate coincidence. Olivia shook her head and speed-walked down the stairs and out the house through the back door.

I knew Veronica wanted to make me jealous, so I played her game. I held the angry stare at her so she wouldn't go after Olivia. She walked away slowly while still grinning at me.

Once she was out of view I quickly walked outside. I shut the screen door behind me and looked to my right to see her sitting on the bench that faced the water fountain.

I approached her from behind and quietly sat down next to her.

I watched as a single tear rolled down her cheek, but I reframed myself from wiping it. "This used to be my favorite place to come when I was younger," she quickly wiped her face. "When I felt sad, or felt like an outcast. Or when I felt like giving up. My life that is," I sighed as I watched the water. The way it flowed so freely. Or at least that's what it wanted you to think. It was actually controlled by a filter. Everyone knew it but never says anything. Because we look at what we see. We don't think about the story behind it.

"I watched you walk down the stairs you know," I slightly chuckled. "The way you held yourself up. You didn't care what anyone said. You knew the way you looked and you didn't need anyone's approval. And I hate to say it, but there were people talking about you. Good and bad. But the bad was mere jealousy," I heard her scuff and I rolled my eyes. I sighed and crossed my legs. "During the 1500's era, back when they had kings and queens and beheadings and s**t, before tv was invented or internet, or anything that keeps our modern day world entertained. Women didn't really have a roll in life but to carry a child. Some men even referred to them as not a person but merely a vessel. So what did these women do to pass their time? They talked about people. They would gossip to one another about someone else. If a woman from out of town came in wearing something that didn't fit their style, these women talked behind their back. But the only reason they did that, was because they had nothing better to do.

Their lives were so f*****g miserable, they tortured other women with their words. And I hate to tell you, but modern women haven't changed. Our roles in society might have. We might have gotten stronger, and fierce, and political. But others, they do what their ancestors did," I gently grabbed her by her chin and made her look at me. "Don't let the words of others effect your way of life. Don't take the advice of someone who has not walked your path. You are your own person. You have the world in the palm of your hands. Take advantage of it. Don't think about anyone else but you," I was looking directly into those brown eyes I have come to adore so much. I could see that my words were getting to her, but it quickly vanished as she started to think.

"Is that what you say to all your patients to get them into your bed?" The betrayal in her eyes were on the surface and I hated it.

"I have never taken anyone to my bed. I don't usually give history lessons. And I don't encourage them this much. I usually tell them how worthless they are and that they need to do better. They ask how to do that. And then from there, there are multiple roads to take. But every single one of them leads to the same destination," she pulled her chin from my hand and stood up. "Did you expect me not to tell the truth? I wouldn't lie to you, Olivia. Even if the truth hurts-"

"You lied to me about having a sister!"

"I don't have a sister," she scuffed and started to walk away. "That woman in there," she stopped. "That woman you were with. Is not. My sister. We may share the same blood and the same last name, but she is dead to me," she turned to look at me. "She may play the goodie-too-shoes who loves everyone, and wants to be friends with everyone, and encourages you when you have no faith in yourself. But here's the thing. She's not," I walked towards her until I was standing right in front of her.

"She dates people. She brings them home to meet the family so that that person feels special. She tells them how much she cares about them and how beautiful they are. She sleeps with them and makes love to them. She makes that person feel loved. But after a month or so. She leaves. Without a word. Without a hint of a reason why. Because the truth is, she doesn't care about anyone around her except herself. She doesn't love anyone except herself. She tells these people how amazing they are so they'll depend on her. But you don't need reassurance. Because you know your worth. Or at least you need to,"

More tears were streaming from her eyes, but this time I didn't restrain myself from wiping them. "You will never have to beg the right person to love you. And if I'm being honest," I lifted up her chin with my fingers. "I really hope you don't love her," She looked up at me.

"Why?" She asked quietly. I couldn't figure out the answer, but I knew it. But there was no way in hell the words would come out my mouth. Because I care about you. I thought. But couldn't say. I watched as she shook her head and stepped away from me. "I don't know what your playing at. But I'm done. With you and your entire f****d up family," she walked away from me and back inside. I wanted to call after but my voice wouldn't let me.

"That was f*****g pathetic," my head snapped to my right to see someone leaning against a tree with a glass of wine in their hand. "But from what I heard, not that I was snooping or anything, which I was by the way," I rolled my eyes. "We need to get rid of your sister. And I believe we are both completely capable of doing so. Me more than you obviously," I crossed my arms and slightly smiled.

"Well, if it isn't the infamous Scarlett Rose. To what do I owe this pleasure," she pushed herself off the tree.

"You f*****g invited me," I shrugged.

"Didn't think you'd come," she hummed in response as she walked towards me.

"Considering you sent me an email instead of a text, neither did I. Who the f**k emails?" I couldn't stop myself from laughing even if I wanted to. This woman has been the only person to ever make me genuinely laugh. "Now, back to what I said. Your sister. I think she needs to go,"