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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
“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
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