Your Pain Is My Comfort

Trip Part 4

Dr. Morgan's POV

"I could kill her you know,"

"Why is that always your first f*****g thought?!"

"You got a better idea?!"

"How about one that doesn't involve me murdering my sister?!"

"I didn't say you had to do it,"

"Don't you have a kid on the way? I doubt your wife or other kids would like to see their mother in prison," Scarlett shrugged her shoulders.

"Please, like a cell could hold me. I would be out of there is less than a week. I have hotels, cabins, f*****g mansions all over this planet. And that's even if it came to that. A judge wouldn't convict me," I crossed my arms and leaned back.

"And what makes you so sure of that?" I watched as she smirked while taking a drink of her wine.

"Out of my fifteen years of being P.A, you really think I've never been to court?" I squinted my eyes and she chuckled. "I'm good V. But not that good. Grant it, I always find my way out of getting convicted,"

"Well you have to be good enough to get out of a murder charge," she nodded her head.

"Fair enough," Everyone was here now. Family and friends. Old and new. I recognized some faces, most I didn't know. I always hated family reunions especially as a child. As a child, you are known by whoever your parents are.

I haven't seen Olivia since she went back inside which was about twenty minutes ago. I didn't want to go look for her in fear that she left. I wouldn't be surprised though if she did. Veronica is still here, talking to people, making them laugh.

Bitch.

Why the f**k is she talking to other people when she should be confronting Olivia. She lied to her for this long, the least she can do is continue the lie. This isn't like Veronica though. When she takes someone to a family event, she shows them off for as long as she can. She showed Olivia off and threw her to the side as if she did her part and was now useless.

This caused my anger to boil. Veronica played her as if it was nothing. She wanted to make me jealous, she wanted my attention. She wanted to make a statement that she was better than me. She used Olivia for her own personal gain. But I had to stop and think though because I realized...that's exactly what I do. That's exactly what I was doing to her. And not once did I stop to think about the emotional toll it took on her.

"I don't want her to die," I said to Scarlett as I was staring at Veronica from across the room. She seemed happy. Joyful. As if her life was complete. "I want her to suffer. I want her to know what it's like to have everything taken from you at the last moment, right when you think you have the world in you grasps, it gets snatched away," I watched as Scarlett hummed in satisfaction.

"God I miss this," I turned my head to face her in questioning. "After I got married and had kids, I decided to put down my knives," my mouth slightly gaped open. "It was time. I only ever did those things because I had a empty space in my chest. When I met Vivian," I watched as a smile crept on to her lips as she looked at her feet. "That woman gave me everything I have ever dreamt of and more. There was no need for me to continue my work," I watched as she gulped down the rest of her drink. "So I killed Simon then left,"

I would say I was surprised but I wasn't. "Ah yes, Simon. I never liked him. We stopped talking to one another after you two got in bed together,"

"Please don't f*****g use that term," I laughed and slapped her shoulder.

"Hey, you remember that little girl that always used to follow you around? She was so precious," Scarlett nodded her head with a smile.

"Yeah, Harper. We actually just got back in touch not to long ago. She's married now. Three kids," I hummed in response. Out of the three of us, I never thought Scarlett would be the one to settle down.

When I was younger, I never thought I would meet other girls like me. But I did. That's mainly why Scarlett and I became friends. She helped me build up my confidence. And I couldn't thank her enough for that. "Imagine if we all stuck together,"

"Three bitches with a d**k. Ugh, we would be unstoppable," Scarlett said and I agreed. "But Harper was always too much of a softie. She had a big heart. Still does," I hummed in response. Before I could say anything more I saw something move in the corner of my eye.

I watched as someone closed the door to the bathroom. But before it closed I saw a flash of red. I stood up and turned to Scarlett. "Watch Veronica,"

"If she comes up to me I will stab a fork into her neck and watch her bleed out on to this damn floor,"......how the f**k am I supposed to respond to that? Instead, I just shook my head and walked away. I would really like to believe she was joking but I know damn well she's not.

I walked up the stairs and slightly opened up the door. In the mirror I could see her taking off her shirt. My eyes couldn't take themselves off her body. I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked down at my feet. For the first time in my life, I felt somewhat bad for looking at someone without them knowing.

I cleared my throat and quietly knocked on the door. She slightly jumped and looked at me. Once we made eye contact she rolled her eyes. I stepped in while still not looking at her and closed the door behind me.

After a few seconds I looked up to see her putting on a tan sweater that seemingly went with everyone else's. I sighed a little out of sorrow and frustration. "I told you, there's no need for you to fit in with these people, Miss Wilson," she scoffed.

"So we're back to Miss Wilson now?" She tucked her shirt into her pants then bent down to pick up her other shirt. My eyes immediately went to her ass.

Once she stood up and caught me, I didn't bother looking away.

I went to go sit down on the bathtub and just stared at her. The gleam and light and joy that was in her eyes only an hour ago was gone. I've never seen her look like this. And yet. She still looked perfect in every way. If only she could see it. "You don't need me to tell you how beautiful you are. Cause you already know that," it wasn't until a look of doubt crossed her that I realized, I keep thinking she's somewhere she's not.

I looked down at my hands and sighed. I stood up and slowly walked towards her. "But. If I wanted to be cocky. And I wanted to act like a man who believes a woman needed my reassurance to feel special" she slightly chuckled. "I would tell you that you are the most kindest, gorgeous, talented woman I have ever met. You don't cry in front of anyone, you hold your ground, you don't let anyone see you fault. And for those exact reason. You have my respect. And not many people do," we were staring at one another now.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" She knew what I said was right but didn't want to listen, to me at least. She's stubborn. And fighter.

I guess I must have been gazing at her for too long because she looked away and shook her head. "I don't know why I ever believed her. You. I saw the red flags but chose to ignore them because I felt alive, happy," she chuckled and continued to shake her head. "Maybe my mother was right. I'm nothing more than a mistake," I watched as her eyes became watery and my therapist mind took over. Her parents.

She just shook her head and wiped her face. "Uh, as painful as this was. I'm glad I got to know you Venessa," words wanted to come out my mouth but they wouldn't. I wanted to hold her. But I couldn't. It's not in my nature to care. And yet, here I am. She gave me one last look before she walked away.

"Victoria," the word came out before I could process it. She stopped walking and turned to look back at me. "Victoria Morgan. That's my name,"