.Nine

.Part One

.Morgan

“Babe?” Chris said holding me in his arms as we laid on the couch. “I’ve only met one person in your family and that’s Angie. I wanna meet the people who raised you and Angie… your parents.” my smile kind of faded. I sat up and looked at him. “somethin wrong?” He asked me. “ummm no, sure you can meet my parents.” I gave a half smile. I got up and ran upstairs and put on my shoes, I was wearing a pair of my favorite shorts and a t-shirt. Chris was fully clothed. “Put some shoes on and let’s go.” He gave me a look. “Already?” “yeah, let’s go.” He shrugged and went upstairs and put some shoes on. We hopped in my car, I pulled out of the driveway and drove off. Chris noticed I was kind of down. “You okay baby?” I looked at him. “I’m fine.” “you sure?” “yeah, I’m good.” “okayyyy.” I continued driving.

We arrived at out location and Chris noticed something very wrong. “Babe… this is a cemetery. “I know.” I grabbed his hand and led him to where my mom and dad were buried. “Chris, these are my parents.” I said not smiling. He didn’t know what to say. “Baby, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” “It’s okay.” I pecked his lips and sat in front of the graves. Chris sat next to me and put his arm around me. “Morgan, what happened? I mean if you don’t wanna tell me, it’s cool.” “Drive by…” I said wiping a tear. “Angie and I were out back inside of my old playhouse playing with our dolls and tea sets and just having fun…” I swallowed. “Take your time babe.” Chris said as he rubbed my back as my voice started to crack. “I was 10, Angie was 12… next thing I know, gunshots rang out, 15 minutes passed by before it stopped.” By this time the tears were pouring. “Angie and I ran out of the playhouse and into the house… I screamed, because there was my mother on the floor… in a pool of blood and a few feet away was my daddy… in a pool of blood.” I started rocking back and forth, and the next thing I know I was on the ground in front of my parents’ tombstones crying my eyes out. Chris cradled me in his arms as I cried. I felt a teardrop on my shoulder, which indicated Chris shed a few tears. I never really talked about my parents, on one hand it hurts… but on the other hand it felt good to get it off my chest. I miss my parents so much, I wish they were here.