Sacrificing Morgan
Chapter Fourteen: Coming Clean
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"I am so sorry." Chris cried. He stroked Morgan's cheek lovingly. She nodded. "It's okay…It's for the better… She might have been deformed if she was alive…" Morgan was still shaking from the effects of the miscarriage. "We have to tell Vince." Chris says.
Morgan's eyes bugged out of her head. "What? Are you out of your mind? We can't possibly tell my father. He'll go insane." Chris shrugged. "He's going to find out that you're here, anyway. Everyone will. You cannot stay in this room forever."
"I am a McMahon. I can do whatever I want."
Chris sighed. "I've learned that lesson. Listen, you need your family right now. They need to guide you." Morgan laid back on Chris's bed. "I have you to guide me." Chris shook his head. "It's not enough." His voice rose.
"Look- you just lost a baby. Rest. But soon we're going to tell Vince." He said with finality. Morgan frowned. "I don't want to go." She said. Chris ran a hand through his hair. "Why not? He's your father." He emphasized on the word father. "He wants the best for you!"
Morgan sat up quickly. "I am not ready to face him." Chris clutched his temples in frustration. "He's not going to be angry with you." He said each word slowly. "You're his daughter. You were abused. You had a miscarriage. Why the fuck would he be angry with you? I don't understand."
"You just don't understand Vince McMahon." Morgan stated.
"With all duo respect to your father, Morgan, who does?" Chris asked.
Morgan frowned and laid back down, draping the covers over her. "Whatever. You're just going to tell my father anyway." Chris rolled his eyes. "Morgan, I am not going to fight with you!" Morgan nodded. "I know." She turned over. "You always did what you wanted anyway."
"Morgan, relax. You just lost a baby-" Chris pulled the pink and yellow covers off of Morgan's head and cupped her chin. Morgan glared at him. "I know! Stop reminding me!" She screamed, tears stinging her eyes. "All my fucking life, I had been looked after. I don't want it anymore!"
Chris nodded. "I understand. Get some rest. I shouldn't be aggravating you."
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Morgan slipped on her sandals. "I cannot believe I agreed to this." She frowned at Chris. Morgan didn't want anyone to know who she was at the arena, so she wore a long black robe over her black jeans and black tank top, and she covered her hair with a black bandanna and wore dark shades over her eyes.
"I would think I was taking Morticia to the arena." Chris joked. Morgan rolled her eyes, although Chris couldn't see. "I am so smart, you have no idea." She said crisply, "black makes you look thin and I didn't want anyone to see the remains of my belly."
Chris snorted. "Real smart, Morgan." He led her out of the room and they walked downstairs to the limo.
"Er, Mr. Jericho, where is Miss McMahon?" The driver asked, noting the woman all in black. "That's not important, just to take us to the arena," Chris lied. Morgan stifled a giggle. Morgan slipped into the car. "I feel so dark." She mumbled. Chris patted her lap. "Don't worry, Morg- Ah… Marie."
The driver peered at them suspiciously.
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"Vince…" Chris called as he entered the office. "You might want to ask if you could come in." Vince mumbled crossly. Chris nodded. "Uh…Yeah. Morg- MARIE…Come in." Morgan stepped into the office, and Vince frowned. "What is this?" Chris nudged Morgan and she nodded. "This," She said, pulling off her bandanna, "is your daughter." She took off her shades.
Her father seemed shock. "Morgan!" He exclaimed. He hugged her tightly. "What are you doing here? Where's Malcolm?" Morgan snorted and rolled her eyes. "Hopefully in hell."
"That doesn't sound too nice." Vince scolded. Morgan sucked at her teeth. "Do you think it's nice that he beat me and made me lose my child?" Vince cocked his head, taking this information in. "He-he beat you?" Morgan nodded. "Yep. And I am not talking about in tennis, either."
Vince shook his head. "You were pregnant?" Morgan nodded. "Yes, I was. I escaped from Malcolm, and I came to Chris. I lost my baby there." Vince took his daughter into his arms. "I had no idea…" He whispered. Morgan shrugged. "Who did, really? Malcolm was always the gentleman that asked the father's permission for everything…"
Morgan picked a piece of lint from her eye. "Well, now you know, you certainly can't judge a book by its cover." Vince nodded. "So what do you want to do?" Morgan smiled and glanced to Chris. "I want to be Chris's valet."