Sacrificing Morgan
Chapter Twelve: A Letter For the Better
Chris frowned when he picked up his mail. A letter from Morgan McMahon-Warren. It had been five months since she married that son of a bitch. Inspecting it all angles, he still didn't know. What if Morgan was really ticked and sent him a letter bomb?
"Now you're fucking crazy." Chris mumbled to himself. He ripped open the envelope with hunger; wanting. Wanting Morgan still, even though she was almost out of his thoughts. Almost. Heh, he thought. Almost doesn't count. It never did.
He grinned when he saw Morgan's familiar small, neat, cursive.
Dear Chris,
It's been five months. I am married to Malcolm, as if you didn't know already, and I am expecting a baby in March. I am sure you hate me, as you have every right to. But I want you to know, Malcolm and I are having problems. Really big problems.
Chris's heart skipped a beat when he read the last sentence in that paragraph. Now he really was interested.
Malcolm- he hits me. Really hard. He almost killed the baby twice. By the way, it's a girl. I am thinking about naming her Christine. After you. Which is why I wrote the letter. Chris, I know I have been a bitch to you in the past, but I really need your help.
You're the only one I trust right now. I am in Delaware right now. I believe the WWF is in Rhode Island. I am going to get there as soon as I can. I just hope I can before Malcolm catches me.
Morgan
Chris clenched the letter in his hand. "That mother fucking bastard!" He threw the paper ball that he made at the wall. "Morgan is in trouble. Clean slate. You still love her." He breathed in and out. A knock at the door made Chris sigh.
"Come in." He muttered carelessly. "Chris?" A girl's voice asked. Morgan stood there in an oversized pink tee shirt that covered her big belly. Her jeans were dirty and her hair was tousled. "Morgan!" Chris screamed.
Morgan sniffed back tears. "I made it before you got me." Chris embraced her tightly. "I just got the letter today." Morgan threw her only bag, a small backpack, on the bed. "Assholes at the postal service. I set that letter a week ago."
"I had no idea that Malcolm beat you." Chris said, stroking her bruised face. "Did Malcolm--?" Chris asked, pointing to her face. Morgan sniffed in her tears again and nodded. "Wednesday, the night I left. I told him I was leaving him, that the divorce papers would come soon, and he slammed me up against the wall and socked me in the face."
Chris took an hysterical Morgan into his arms. "Ssh… It's okay. You'll stay here." Morgan nodded and grinned to Chris. "I knew I could trust you." Chris stroked her hair lovingly.
"Should we go tell Vince, about this, or no?" Chris asked.
Morgan looked horrified. "No! He'll go on a manhunt for Malcolm and beat the bloody shit out of him. I don't even want my father to know I am pregnant. Because she has no father. Malcolm will not raise my child."
"I understand. Who will then?" Chris asked, knowing very well that the answer was.
"Well, Chris. I was hoping that you'd help me as long as I am here and in the WWF."
"Morgan, you don't even have to ask." He kissed her gently.
Morgan sighed. "This needs to be a secret. No one must know I am here."
"For how long?"
"As long as we can."
"But what happens when you go into labor?"
"That won't happen for another four months."
"Your secret is safe with me."