The Devil and I.

His.

No matter what He did, no matter who He hurt, I was his. I had saw a small aspect of Morgan's past I had saw what he had done to that blonde haired man but I had to stay. I didn't want to admit it but I needed him I didn't know what to expect with this baby. With his baby. He had a long history he had seen some stuff so he would have some idea how to handle the baby if it turns out more like him.
I pulled his shirt out of the wash and lifted it to the light to analyse the damage, the stains were lighter but not completely gone. "Pass it here Emily." I handed it to Morgan and he held it in one hand and it burnt up till there was nothing left. "Well what are you going to wear home?"
"I'm fine the way I am." I left it there. Honestly there was no point of arguing. I wanted to know why he and the black haired man had killed the blonde, when I was in Morgan's car I saw him tell the black haired guy that no one crossed him. Did this man cross him? I wanted to know but at the same time I didn't this relationship isn't exactly good for me but as he said I'm his. I went upstairs to my mother's oak wardrobe I knew she still kept some of my dads when he left he didn't take everything with him. Inside the wardrobe it was still split his clothes and mother's clothes it was like she was waiting for him to come back, if he had come back he would have saw nothing had changed, he would have slotted back into this family. This family he left. Morgan joined me to see what I was doing I took all of my dads clothes out the wardrobe and took them to my bedroom I threw them over my purple bedspread and lifted them one by one to see which would suit him better. The only way in which Myself and my dad were similar is in the way we picked our clothes we both wore plain mainly dark clothes while mum wore bright feminine clothes. He just stood then without complaining I think he was trying to work me out. I picked out and gave him my dad's black jumper while he put it on I took the clothes back to my mother's wardrobe then it hit me I could find out more about the relationships he had with my mother and with his girlfriend. I took his work shirt out of the pile he used to work as a driver for this big company.

I saw my dad the first time they handed him this shirt, he had been looking for a job for six months he was so proud to finally be able to provide for his wife and young daughter. Fast forward to him in the staff room. He had been working for the company for three years now he was getting so bored being here but he had no other job to go to and he couldn't leave a job that paid him so well he would never be able to explain in to my mother, he heard someone come in the room and that was the first time he met her Vicky, aged 25. She had long brown hair that had blonde highlights, she was slim but curvy so her clothes looks a little bit tighter than they were, she had full pouting lips and beautiful green eyes. She made him feel young again. They were having sex before he left mother, he felt guilty but he was a man overcome with emotion. He was not ruled by logic or loyalty.

It wasn't enough he left my mother he had to be screwing behind her back. I wasn't going to put his clothes next to my mother's after that I took them to the kitchen and put them in a black bin bag I normally used them for rubbish so his clothes would fit right in. When I turned around Morgan took the bag off me and put it by the door he came back to me and hugged me I don't know why he did it, it was like he felt sorry for me but he couldn't have done, I saw something in his eyes and I didn't like it. My phone rang in the other room, it was Dolly's ringtone, answering it while Morgan stood by the door I heard Dolly crying on the other end.
"Dolly what's wrong?"
                 "Oh Em, it's such a big mess. Newt is... Newt"
Her crying got louder till it sounded like she was hyperventilating.
"Dolly breathe. Slow down. Tell me what's happened. What's wrong with       Newt?"
                   "He was attacked! There was a fight at his work and he got involved to split it up. Oh my God Em one of them had a knife! They stabbed him!"
                  "Is he in the hospital?"
                  "Yes his boss called the ambulance. I was there I watched the whole thing! What if he dies Em? I can't live without him he is my everything!"
I looked at Morgan, he had already grabbed his car keys, of course he knew this would happen that probably why he hugged me to calm be down before this phone call.
                    "Dolly he isn't going to die he is in the best place the doctors there will help him like they helped me after the crash. He can't live without you either you are his everything he would never be whole without you. But he will be okay. Which hospital are you at?"
                   "I don't know! The one you was in I think."
                   "Okay. Dolly I'm on my way."
                   "Oh thank you Em! I can't be here by myself!"
                   "See you in a minute."
I turned to look at Morgan, his face was blank of expression this was his life. He dealt with life and death every day he had saw people at their worst. He knew this was going to happen I saw it in his eyes but what had hurt me was that he didn't even tell me what to expect after everything I had done for him he didn't even tell me one of my best friends was in hospital. He knew I knew because his eyes softened like he was sorry but I wasn't going to give in that easily Devil or not I am pregnant with his child I deserve to know what is going on. Before I got into the car he put gloves on my hands so if I touched anything I wouldn't see anything clearly something happened he doesn't want me to know about but He should know memories remain no matter what.