“That was some story. Jesus,” I uttered. I glared into Megan’s eyes. “I’m so glad you killed those motherfuckers. How the hell did the state place you in that house with a fucking rapist, serial killer, a teenage rapist, and a wife who condoned it all?”
Megan shrugged. “I don’t know. I never heard much else about it other than the authorities questioning me a few times each month for nearly a year. They left me alone after they were unable to get me to talk.”
“Fuck. That’s one of the sickest, coldest, stories I think I’ve ever heard,” I expressed. My voice was thick with emotion. “I keep picturing you younger and smaller, going through all that hell. I’m sorry, Megan. I’m sorry you had to go through shit like that. There are some people in this world that deserve punishment, but not you, and especially not innocent, young girls who had never done shit to anybody.”
Curiosity had me wanting to ask her if she knew anything about her real family’s background, but I left the subject alone for now. D hadn’t found any family ties to Lacey Daniels. The space for the mother and father’s names on her birth certificate had been blacked out, and Megan had been labeled a ward of the state. From the looks of things, Megan didn’t have a history outside of foster care, so I was essentially the only family she had.
After carrying her into the living room, I sat on the couch before I folded her into my chest. She’d seen and experienced some shit that had chills running up and down my spine for hours. That shit sank into a person so deep, you would never get it out and you’d damn sure never outrun it. She had seen and experienced enough to drive anyone crazy. Megan had fooled a lot of people and she’d fooled me once, but she wasn’t going to do it again.
I believed her story. I believed every word of it. I’d seen the emotion behind her suffering force its way out of her body. I’d heard the pain and anguish in every syllable of her words, but my gut was telling me that there was more. I sensed it just as I’d sensed something off with her the moment I laid eyes on her.
She wasn’t ready to tell it all. She was keeping some secrets to herself. Just as it had taken time and a death threat for Megan to tell me about her horrible past, she was going to need more time to tell me the rest of her story.