Amnesia

Chapter 8

In Bogg's apartment, he and Jeffrey continue to bond, going over pictures and Bogg telling him stories of their voyages.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Bogg got up and opened it. It was Olivia and she had a look on her face that he didn't like.
“Is Morgan here?” Olivia asked before he could say anything and walks in the apartment.
“No, she isn't. What's going on, Olivia?”
“Well, we had a good long talk and I went to get ready to take her to dinner. When I came out of my room, she was gone. I figured she came here,” she looks over at Jeffrey.
Jeff shakes his head as he stands up from the couch. “No, I haven't seen her since earlier.”
“Are you sure?” Olivia demanded.
“Look, if Jeff says he hasn't seen her, he hasn't seen her. He's been here ever since,” Bogg said, coming to Jeff's defense.
Olivia's face softened. “I'm sorry, Jeffrey. It's just that I'm upset that I can't find her. During our conversation, she was saying some crazy things about Drake and how she'd like to get even with the guy.”
Bogg gasped. “You don't think she'd tried to go see Drake?”
Olivia shrugged. “Anything is possible, Bogg.”
Jeff went to the door. “Where do you think you're going?” Bogg asked.
“To find Morgan, what the hell else,”
“Jeff...”
“Bogg, please. Right now I'm the only one she'll fucking listen to,”
Olivia looks over at Bogg, who still wasn't sure about Jeff going.
“Bogg, Jeff's right. If anyone can talk some sense into Morgan, it's Jeff.”
Bogg sighed. “All right. But, we're coming after you in an hour. I don't like you being alone with Drake too long,”
Jeff smiled. “Don't worry, we'll be fucking all right.”
He leaves, but not before Bogg says, “I'm sure you will be, kid.”
Jeff left the apartment, more anxious than ever to get to the jail house. He remembered Morgan and her dreams and wanted more than anything to get to her before she did any harm.
He still didn't know her that well yet and he wasn't sure of what would trigger her to do anything to Drake, whoever that person was.
Jeff found the jail house. The guard told him where to find Morgan and he quickened his steps.
What he saw shocked him. There was Morgan, standing there, gun in hand! She had it pointing directly at Drake!!
“Morgan...” Jeff said, trying not to startle her.
She turns her head to look at him. “Get fuck out of here, Jeffrey.”
“No, Morgan. You don't know what the fuck you're doing,”
“Oh, you're fucking wrong, Jeffrey. I know exactly what the fuck I'm doing!” she cocked the gun, never taking her eyes off of Drake.
“Give me the fucking gun, Morgan. Whatever the hell he's done, he's NOT FUCKING worth it!” Jeffrey held out his hand, ready to take the gun.
“What the fuck do you care, Jeffrey? You don't fucking remember what Drake has done to you, me, Bogg, Olivia and to many other innocent people.”
“Morgan, I may not remember what the hell he's done, but I can tell you I won't take to fucking murder. Nor will I allow you to fucking murder a man. It is more better for him to fucking stay alive than fucking die.”
“I knew you'd go soft, boy. Why don't you listen to him, little girl?” Drake said, puffing on his cigar.
Jeffrey had to grit his teeth as he chose not to listen to Drake. From what he had heard from Bogg, Drake was bad news.
“Morgan, please. Don't fucking do this,”
“Jeffrey, he'll only fucking get away. Do I have to remind you what the fuck he did to me or you a few years ago?”
“Morgan...” Jeffrey moaned.
“THIS is what he fucking did to me when I saved your fucking life,” she lowered the sleeve off her shoulder and showed him the scar.
He winced and looked away. “I'm sorry he fucking did that to you, Morgan, but I STILL won't take to fucking murder! I won't fucking back down on that.”
“Do I have to remind you that he poured fucking icy cold water on you and fucking shocked you over and over again? That that made you stutter for a good fucking long while?”
“He fucking did that to me?” Jeff gasped.
“Yes. Now, tell me this creep deserves to fucking live!” Morgan said, gritting her teeth and tightening her hand.
Bogg, where are you? I need you!
Jeff could see her finger beginning to pull on the trigger.
“NO!” he hollered as he reached over to push her arm up. In doing so, Morgan fired up at the ceiling and not even coming close to shooting Drake.
“Jeffrey...” she gasped. He grabbed the gun from her just as Bogg and Olivia came in.
“It's fucking over, Morgan.” he whispered as he wrapped his arms around her.
“Are you all right?” Bogg asked his young partner.
“I'm fine, Bogg. Just fucking scared out of my whits!”
“Honey, I'm so glad you didn't kill Drake.” Olivia told Morgan.
Morgan looked up at her. “You can thank Jeffrey for the hell for that. If he hadn't been here...”
They hugged each other.
“Oh, I think I'm getting fucking sick!” said Drake behind the bars.
The four of them turned to him and said, “WHO THE FUCK ASKED YOU?!”
With that, they left the jail house feeling relief and free...for now.