When Was? (Book 2): Who Are You Acquainted With?

by Krueger, Allison

  A smile grew on Morgan’s clean-shaven face. “Hey, Billy boy.”

  The boy jumped up in his bed and threw his arms in the air. “Big Bill!”

  “How’re we feeling today, lil B?”

  “Good!”

  “That’s awesome!” Morgan grinned, grabbing a clipboard off the bed. “Did nurse Hannon stop in yet?”

  Billy’s mother Cynthia shook her head. “No, not yet.” She lifted her trembling arm and moved her short blonde hair out of her face.

  “Well she will be soon,” he said, checking his watch. “It’s just about time for breakfast!”

  Billy licked his lips. “Yum!”

  “Yeah, yum!” Morgan laughed, pulling a cup of butterscotch pudding from his coat. “Check this out!”

  Billy ‘s smile grew wider and he began clapping his hands. “Can I have it?”

  “I don’t know, when nurse Hannon comes by can I have your peaches?” He laughed as he opened the pudding and handed it to him.

  “Morgan?” Cynthia asked.

  “Doc, but I guess I’m not technically working yet.” He chuckled. “What’s up?”

  “Can I speak to you? Out in the hall?”

  Morgan bit his lip and put the clipboard down. “We can’t speak in here?”

  “No,” she said, wiping her eyes.

  Morgan nodded and helped her out of her chair. “Alrighty then miss Cranston, let’s step out in the hall...”

  Going out, Cynthia began crying. “Yes or no, no pussyfooting around this. Will he ever be able to come home?”

  Morgan got goosebumps as he watched the tears flow down her face. “Who are you talking to right now? Doctor Williams, or Morgan? I’m off the clock at the moment, so if you don’t-”

  “I won’t be mad, it’s not like you’re to blame for any of this. Now please, Morgan, will he ever be able to come home?”

  Morgan took a deep breath as Cynthia wrapped her arms around him. “At this moment... It’s not likely.”

  “What’s gonna happen if he- if he-” Cynthia broke down, unable to speak.

  • • •

  Morgan laid his head back and stared up at the sky. “I’m so sorry Bil-”

  A shot went off from inside, making him jump.

  “Jesus fuck,” he shouted, shaking his head and throwing an unopened bottle off the roof. “Fuck, okay. Peter if that’s you, you’re fucking dead! And Rachel, if you pussied out on me you’re twice as fucked!”

  Inside, Morgan’s living quarters.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you!” Rachel yelled as a fat bald man bled out on the floor.

  “Billie?” she asked, looking at an unconscious Billie, half naked on the bed. “BILLIE?”

  Running inside, Morgan stopped in the doorway and saw the man bleeding all over his floor. “What the fuck is-” he stopped, noticing Billie on the bed. His eyes widened. “Wow.”

  The man cried. “I’m sorry, Morgan! I didn’t do anything!”

  Morgan walked up behind Rachel and bent over, whispering in her ear. “This man here just raped your wife. Your legless wife at that, if it wasn’t already fucked enough! Now how about showing him what happens when you fuck the unfuckable!” Morgan reached in front of her and took her pistol. “You won’t be using this,” he said, sliding it in the back of her pants. “Now go on- get creative. Let this fucker know that breaking the rules almost always results in the ultimate fuck! Show him who the fuck Rachel Fucking Williams is!”

  Looking around, Rachel grabbed a bottle off the floor and ran at the man, smashing it over his head.

  “He’s fucked,” Morgan laughed to himself, watching as Rachel repeatedly drove the broken bottle into the man’s face.

  She slashed the bottle across the man’s throat and sunk it into the top of his head.

  Morgan grinned. “Ho-ly-fuck! Now that is what I’m fucking talking about!”

  Blood dripped off her face and hand as she stood over the body, breathing heavily.

  “That was fucking sick!”

  She spun her head back and nodded. Rubbing the blood from her face she slicked back her hair. “He had it coming.”

  “Fuck yeah he did!” He laughed. “WHO’S THE MAN?”

  Rachel glanced at the man’s disfigured face. “I am.”

  “WHO?”

  “I AM!”

  “WHO’S THE FUCKING MAN?” Morgan yelled, shoving her back on the bed.

  “I’M THE FUCKING MAN!” she hollered, unbuttoning her pants.

  He slid his jacket off and ripped her shirt open. “FUCK YES YOU ARE!”

  About an hour later, the Ohio Base hospital.

  Her vision was fuzzy as she blinked her eyes, waking up to find herself in a hospital bed. “Holy shit,” Billie mumbled, grabbing her head and feeling a large bump on the side of it. “Rachel? Mister Williams?” Billie turned her head to see the doctor. “What happened?”

  “From the looks of it you took a pretty nasty hit. It’s nothing serious from what I could tell. But if you start feeling dizzy or nauseous or anything you should come back and see either me or Randy.”

  “Okay... Do you know where Rachel is?”

  “Morgan’s project? She should be wherever he is right now. Try his living quarters.”

  “Is there a chance you could find someone to help me get back up there? Please?”

  She nodded. “I sure can. Just give me a minute.”

  “Okay, thank you.”

  Shortly after, with the help of Davey, Billie made it back upstairs to Morgan’s living quarters. “Mister Williams?” Billie asked, knocking on the door. “Hello?”

  She could hear someone moving around and the shower running.

  “Can I come in please?”

  Billie's hand trembled as she reached for the nob, and just as her fingertips grazed it, she quickly put her hand on her lap. She was too afraid to open it without Morgan’s go ahead. “Should I come back later?”

  Opening the door, Rachel stood there in a pair of jeans and one of John’s brown shirts. “Hey,” she said with a smile. “I was just coming down to see you! How’s your head feel?”

  Billie looked around for a moment before gulping. “It’s okay. Where’s Morgan? What happened?”

  “I don’t know, some guy attacked you,” she said, wiping her forehead. “Something came over me and I just killed the guy. Like- I just fucking snapped. Do you remember what happened?”

  “Not really. I remember opening the door but I don’t know what happened after that. I guess he hit me or something. I thought maybe it was Morgan, I was worried when I didn’t see you down there with me.”

  “No, Morgan didn’t do anything. Actually, he really wanted me to kill the guy.”

  Billie nodded. “Okay.”

  “Come on, let’s get you something to eat,” she said, walking out and grabbing Billie’s chair.

  Later that night.

  Laying in his bed, Morgan opened his eyes to find Rachel laying on top of him. “The fuck do you want?” he yawned.

  “Do you wanna try that again? But sober this time?”

  “Do you want a shot? I suggest you get the fuck back in your bed.”

  A short laugh escaped her as she reached behind her back. “You don’t like me in yours?”

  “You were brought here to work-”

  Rachel put her finger on Morgan’s lips. “I am working.”

  “Tell me to shut up while you’re at it,” he said, smacking her hand off his face. “Get the fuck in your own bed before someone gets a shot- this is very un-fucking-professional of you, Williams.”

  Rachel let out a laugh and fixed the back of her pants. “Maybe next time?”

  “I’ll snap your neck next time.”

  Rachel nodded and crawled off the bed. “Got it.”

  The next morning, Morgan woke up to see Rachel standing over him on the bed. She was wearing black jeans and an unbuttoned shirt with nothing underneath.

  “Ex-fucking-scuse me?” He sat up. “Are
you honestly fucking kidding me?”

  She laughed. “You’re a light sleeper.”

  “These days who’s not?”

  “Good point, good point... So what're your plans for the day?”

  “I don’t know, what was yours?” he asked, glancing at her freckled chest.

  She smirked. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

  “Is that your way of saying bump uglies, because if not, you better tell me what the fuck you planned to do. If one of my boys walked in on you standing over me as I slept, you’d wind up with a bullet in your back.”

  She shrugged and put her hands behind her back. “I thought I’d surprise you.”

  “That’s not why I brought you here-”

  “I know! You want me to be an Acquainted, but after last night-”

  “After last night, nothing! We were drunk, we had a fuck load of adrenaline pumping through us, and we wanted to celebrate the kill- that's it- it won’t be happening again, now button up your shirt, get the fuck off my bed, and fuck off.”

  Rachel stared at him for a moment before opening her shirt, exposing herself to him.

  He nodded. “Okay, I see how this is. You think, just because you have a pussy, the rules don’t apply to you.”

  Morgan climbed out of bed and grabbed a shirt off the floor. “You think you’re untouchable- looks like I have another Hershel Morgan in my midst.”

  “I’m Hershel, am I?” Rachel laughed. “Last time I checked, I didn’t kill a baby or rape anybody.”

  “Let me make this abundantly clear. Our relationship- is purely business. My rules, sure as fuck, apply to you. And if you choose to keep breaking my rules, I’ll break you, and I know for a fact just how to fucking do it.”

  Rachel closed her shirt and began buttoning it up. “Understood.”

  “Crystal clear?”

  “Very.”

  “Good... Now come on, you got me up, the least we can do is get this shit over with.

  “What shit?” she asked, pulling the back of her shirt from her pants.

  “You remember fatso? Guy who mighta fucked No-Legs over there?” He pointed at Billie who was fast asleep.

  “Yeah?”

  “Weeell, it looks like he had a friend. I went out for a walk last night after you woke me up the first time- turns out ol’ ‘too friendly’ Ticker was caught raping one of my women.”

  “So what’s gonna happen?”

  “What in the fuck do you think?” he asked sternly, staring at Rachel as he walked over to the door and gabbed his leather jacket. “Radio me.”

  Grabbing the radio off the dresser, Rachel ran it over to him.

  “Thank you.” Turning it on, he held it up to his mouth and threw the door open. “Davey, Pat, get Tick ready. Everybody else, main floor- NOW.”

  Rachel slipped on her boots and followed Morgan out. “This should be fun.”

  “Fuck yes it will.”

  Walking down the stairs and onto the balcony, Morgan leaned on the railing, looking down at all his men and workers. “Good morning! I just got up and I’m not in the mood to entertain, so let’s cut straight to it! Ticker was caught raping someone! Something that happens all too frequently around here! What I want is simple- I want you to run a train on him! Then beat the life out of him. BRING HIM OUT!”

  Everyone watched as Davey and Patrick dragged a short bald man in from outside. The man was covered in dirt and only wearing his underwear.

  “Let this be an example to any of you who think the rules don’t apply to you! When you’re done with him, throw him into the furnace!”

  Morgan turned his back as his men started attacking Ticker.

  “Holy shit,” Rachel said, listening to the men shouting and screaming.

  “Rape is a big fucking no-no, Rachel. I know I’m letting them violate that asshole, but an example needs to be made. That shit happens way too much, and I get fucking sick of having to tell people.”

  Rachel turned around and leaned on the railing beside Morgan. “Last night was fun, huh?”

  “What the fuck did I tell you back in the room?”

  “Morgan, you have to understand-”

  “NO! You need to understand my god damn rules!”

  She stared up at him and bit her lip. “...It was my first time. Not counting when you forced me and John... Come on, this doesn’t need to be romantic or anything- you can just, give me what I want, and in return I’ll do stuff for you. It’ll be fun for both of us, it doesn’t have to mean anything...”

  Rachel watched as Morgan turned his head and looked down at his men.

  He had a long exhale and shrugged. “Why the fuck not,” he mumbled. “Only one more time. After that, it goes back to serious fucking business as usual.”

  “That’s all I need, thank you.”

  Morgan looked over at a supply closet up a small set of stairs. “Let’s get it over with.”

  Rachel followed him into the closet and locked the door behind them.

  Taking off his jacket, Morgan folded it and sat it on the top of a shelf. “After this time, it’s done- do you understand this time, because I swear to fuck-”

  “Yes, Morgan.” She smiled, unbuttoning her top.

  “Good,” he said, pulling it off her. “It’s been a while anyway, I like giving them a break from time to time. After about a month of not being with one of them, the next time we bang it out feels fucking incredible.”

  Pulling down her pants, Morgan watched as her pistol hit the floor. His mouth gaped open as he looked up at her. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?” he asked, getting up.

  Rachel’s face turned pale as she backed up against the door. “I only carry it because John gave it to me, to remember him by.”

  Morgan picked up the pistol and aimed it at her face. “If I pull the trigger, are you gonna drop or stand?”

  Rachel shrugged, staring at the anger in his eyes. “I don’t know.”

  “That answer could cost you your life. Are you sure you don’t know?”

  She gulped. “It’s loaded.”

  “Last night, and then this morning... You were gonna kill me.”

  Rachel slowly nodded. “Yes.”

  He grinned. “That is fucking priceless!” Aiming the pistol in front of her, he fired three shots into the floor. “Remember what I said before about you having some big fucking balls? Well now I see your true size, and you got some full moon sized nuts- I don’t think I’ve ever seen a pair so god damn huge!” Morgan laughed, tossing her pistol aside.

  Leaning down, he whispered into her ear. “Do you remember what I said back in the room? About how I’d break you?”

  She nodded.

  A big toothy grin came to Morgan’s face. “Get your top on, you’re about to get your second to last shot!”

  Rachel watched as he grabbed his jacket from the shelf and put it on. “Morgan, please?”

  “HEY! Don’t start with me! I should kill you right fucking now! I should feed you to my men! To the cock sucking Tribuals! I’m gonna take you out there and you’re gonna do exactly what I say, and if you don’t, I swear to fuck if I drop dead where I stand, I’ll tear you apart with my bare fucking hands! It’ll be slow, and it’ll be ex-fucking-cruciating!”

  Chapter 26:

  Take it All

  Morgan rounded his men up in the parking lot. They all stood in a circle, watching as Billie laid on the ground, with Morgan and Rachel standing behind her.

  “Boys. This girl right here,” he said, putting his hand on Rachel’s shoulder. “Is Rachel Fucking Miller! This girl put two holes in me and slit my throat. She has balls bigger than any one of you! I brought her home, we fed her, we protected her... And she still tries to kill me.”

  Morgan crouched down in Rachel’s face and grinned. “Rachel, I want you to do something. Really. Fucking. Simple.”

  Morgan laughed as he began walking around Billie. “Take your gun,” he said, pulling her pistol from his jacket and tossing it at her
feet. “And put a bullet in the back of your girl’s head!”

  Rachel fought to hold back her tears, and fell to her knees. “Take it out on me- don't punish her for what I’ve done. It was my plan!”

  “Death is the easy way out- living's the hard part, and you Rachel, are going to live with the fact, that you, killed the girl you loved. But don’t get any funny ideas, you might be able to kill me, but as soon as my body hits the ground, so does yours! And so does hers."

  Billie was crying her heart out, staring at Rachel as all of Morgan’s men aimed their weapons at them.

  “Clocks ticking, Rachel. You better do something fast, because you sure as fuck won’t want me to.”

  Minutes passed with nothing happening.

  Davey walked into the circle, holding Morgans baseball bat.

  Morgan looked down at Rachel. Her eyes were wide, she was shaking, and sweat ran down her face. He glanced at Billie who was crying hysterically, begging for him to let them go.

  Crouching down, Morgan grabbed Rachel’s face and the two stared each other dead in the eyes.

  “Please, Morgan- it's me who fucked up- do what you want to me but not her!”

  Morgan grinned and let out a soft laugh.

  Standing up, he looked around the crowd and shrugged. “Does anybody think either of these girls deserve to live after trying to kill Morgan Fucking Williams?”

  The crowd began screaming death threats at Rachel and Billie, making Morgan laugh.

  Davey held out the bat and nodded. “If you want something done right, Boss.”

  He smirked.

  Taking the bat, he turned to Rachel. “You sure you don’t wanna shoot her?”

  Rachel trembled as she stared at Billie, remaining silent.

  “Yeah, DIDN’T THINK SO!” He slammed the bat down into Billie’s chest, the nails pierced her flesh and created gashes as he pulled away.

  Rachel reached for her pistol and Morgan swung his boot into her chest, knocking her on her back. She panted as a man swiped her gun.

  Morgan smiled, watching Billie hold her chest with the one hand he left her. “So Bill, you think Rachel learned her lesson yet?”

  “PLEASE STOP,” Billie wailed.

  He pointed the bat at Rachel as she got back on her knees. “How about you? Think you got it yet?”