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* * * Part 2 * * *
Charlie was the only man I had been with in the last
eight years. I give him credit for re-introducing me
to one of the things my body was made for: the ability
to feel and give pleasure. Not since that weekend
eight years ago have I ever thought again about being
with a man. Not that I didn't want to. It was
more a feeling of punishing myself for being careless.
After discovering my pregnancy, I pulled back from
intimacy. Charlie managed to crack through the
thick wall I had built around me. Now Scotty was
providing another source of ammunition, forcing me to
deal with the role I played with those three men years
ago.
* * *
Unprotected sex wouldn't get ME pregnant. I was a
teenager and invincible. But it did. I should have
known better but I didn't.
I found out I was pregnant a little over a week before
I was due to start college. All my plans fell apart
as I devoted myself to the new life growing inside of
me.
I grew up ten years in the first few weeks. I had wild
nightmares of having my child taken from me, either by
the state since I was young and unmarried (a fact I
know now would not have happened), or by an unknown
specter wanting to do my baby harm. It fueled my
commitment to my child, to provide the best possible
home for him. I immediately began looking for work. I
didn't want to become a welfare mother. I couldn't
stand the thought of being pitied or looked down upon
because of my status.
Mr. Mayes, the owner and manager of Lucky's Restaurant
off the interstate, took a chance on hiring this
skinny little unwed mother-to-be all those years ago.
He was
like my second Dad. I worked all through my pregnancy,
took a leave of absence and went right back to work,
all the while Mr. Mayes asking me what I needed, if
the baby was alright, so many questions. But not once
did he ask about the father.
My mom, I thought her face would crack the day Scotty
was born. During my pregnancy she pressured me to have
an abortion. When that time had passed she begged me
to consider adoption. I just couldn't. She thought
I had been drugged at a local nightclub, and had sex
with a man I didn't know. It was my fault. That was
the story I told her. It also changed the way she saw
me, her only child. I'll never forget the look of
utter disappointment on her face.
Mom regretted any idea she ever had of getting rid of
Scotty the minute I went into labor. She was there
every step of the way. If our relationship had
suffered during my pregnancy, the bond we shared when
we both brought Scotty into this world repaired it.
She loved him deeper than anything else in her life.
Ever.
After Scotty started Kindergarten I went back to
school myself. I completed the two year course in
medical transcription between day shifts at the
restaurant and the occasional night shift. Scotty
stayed with Mom on those nights. Three months ago I
went to work for a group of pediatricians as a
receptionist while transcribing all the doctors'
notes. I love my job. I still worked two nights a
week at the
restaurant mainly because Mr. Mayes hadn't found a
reliable night manager yet. That and I was finding it
difficult to leave the place.
* * *
Now, the subject I had been dreading since the day the
doctor at the clinic handed me all six pounds, three
ounces of wiggling, screaming pink flesh and black
hair
was staring me in the face. Scotty needed answers. He
deserved answers.
That night nearly eight years ago was still a fog.
I'll never regret having Scotty, I just wish I would
have been thinking clearly that night.
The time had come to contact the group of us that
partied together that weekend. How would I go about
telling them why I needed to see them? Where would I
even start?
I finished the dishes and freshened up before work. I
stopped to check my makeup in the bathroom mirror.
Would they recognize me now? My hair was still pretty
much the same, straight and black. While it used to be
a few inches past my shoulders, now it fell level with
my chin. I had filled out a little more. I was always
such a skinny little thing in high school. Now, at
least, I had a curve to my figure. My eyes hadn't
changed. They were still big and hazel with maybe a
line or two now.
I left for work, still deep in thought. I'm a firm
believer in fate. Things happen for a reason. Just
like Scotty happened to me for a reason. I wasn't very
grounded before then, in fact I was a real bitch to
put up with sometimes. I guess most teenagers behave
that way at one time or another. I think I could have
easily
headed down the wrong path. I was very impulsive back
then. And rebellious.
I had another good day working at the doctor's office.
Karen, one of the nurses at the office, invited me to
lunch. We had a good time. Karen was married but
didn't have any children yet. She wanted to know if I
was seeing anybody. I always get nervous when someone
asks me that, like they want to set me up on a blind
date. I didn't want a blind date. I didn't even know
if I wanted a regular date. Her brother-in-law was
recently divorced, no children, and she thought I
might
like to meet him. I hated to say no. I told her that
maybe they should all stop by the restaurant some
night and I'll be glad to meet him. What happens after
that
would be left to chance. She seemed satisfied with my
answer. Later that afternoon she mentioned that her
brother-in-law was going to be in town that evening. A
good friend of his was in the hospital after being
involved in a terrible accident on 280 last night.
She wasn't sure how long he was going to be in town
but
even so, he didn't live that far away.
I left work feeling nervous. Karen told me she might
stop by the restaurant with her husband and
brother-in-law. I parked my car in my usual spot at
the
restaurant, under one of the only oak trees shading
the lot. I looked at my reflection in the visor and
decided a little freshening up would be a good idea,
just in case. I dabbed on a little more lipstick,
brushed on a little blush and powder then wiped at the
smear of mascara under one eye. Not bad, I thought,
for a woman
working a double tonight.
I noticed the brown beat-up Dodge Ram parked near the
entrance to the restaurant. The lot had a few cars,
but this one still held the driver. I passed by the
truck, glancing at the man in the driver's seat. His
window was open and he was smoking a cigarette. His
hair looked dirty and stuck to his head in greasy
clumps. I wondered if he lived in that truck; bags
from fast food restaurants, old cups, wadded up paper
and a baseball cap littered the dashboard. He whistled
at me as I walked past, sending a shiver up my spine.
The restaurant was located off a busy highway. We
usually got an odd mix of strangers in addition to our
few regulars. I glanced over my shoulder at this
stranger one more time when I pushed through the
double glass doors. He lifted his fingers in some kind
of greeting, smiling, his cigarette still clenched
between
his lips. He made me feel uneasy.
I kept busy for the next hour, working on schedules in
the office and helping out in the kitchen. A few times
I brought the orders from the kitchen and helped the
waitress with the big parties.
After delivering a round of drinks, I turned the
corner into the non-smoking section. There was Karen,
her husband and Parker Lewiston. Parker was one of my
old high school gang. I hadn't laid eyes on him since
that weekend nearly eight years ago. It was fate
again, I told myself.
"Torie! There you are. Got a minute?" Karen called out
to me. I must have been white as a sheet at that
moment because she stood and rushed over to me.
"Are you okay?" Karen asked. "You look like you've
seen a ghost."
"No. No. I'm okay, really. Just a little surprised,
that's all. I haven't seen Parker since high school."
I replied, trying to breath some life back into my
complexion.
"You know Parker already? Y'all went to school
together? Well this will be just great then." Karen
guided me over to their table.
Parker Lewiston looked every bit as intimidating as I
remembered. No. More intimidating. He was
half-Cherokee and half-Irish with a sexy little smirk
that
made my knees a little weak. He had the eyes of a man
that always had something sinister on his mind, as
though he was undressing you and imagining all sorts
of
things with just that little twinkle behind his
expression. His blue eyes stood out against his tanned
skin, and his black hair was shorter than I
remembered.
He was handsome as all get out.
Parker looked up at me and grinned. He stood up, all
six feet something of him and gave me a hug. It felt
okay. I wasn't going to push him away or anything. It
just felt okay. "Torie, long time no see. How've you
been?" Parker smiled down at me. All at once I noticed
a tiredness to him. I thought about why he was
in town. He was visiting someone in the hospital, a
friend who had been in an accident. I hugged him back.
"Parker. Wow. Of all the people to run into . . . " I
didn't know what to say. "Busy. Um, I've been busy
with work and all. I guess Karen told you that I work
with her at the clinic."
Parker slid back down into the booth, patting a chair
at the end of the table. "Got a minute to chat? It's
been so long."
"Yeah, I'm due a break here in a minute. Let me just
go check on something and I'll be right back, okay?" I
turned and hurried to the kitchen before anyone could
stop me. My heart was pounding in my chest, my shirt
was sticking to me. I felt like I was going to faint.
I fanned my damp skin with a laminated menu and
smoothed down the wrinkles in my beige skirt. I
tugged at my hose, making sure no bags were evident.
My blouse was still decent. No stains yet. My hair,
I
was sure, needed to be combed. I fluffed my black bob
with my fingers, hoping that would be enough. I
turned to look behind me at the floor, checking that I
wasn't dragging something behind me on the floor, like
a trail of toilet paper.
Five minutes later I sat down at their table, all
smiles and pounding chest.
"Parker lives not too far from here, Torie. He owns
his own construction company," Karen beamed, patting
her brother-in-law's arm.
"Small construction company. Not a big deal, really,"
Parker interjected.
I nodded and smiled. "Construction? That's nice." I
could have crawled under the table and died. Nice?
Conversation was not on my mind at the time. I was
trying to find a resemblance between Parker and
Scotty. It was possible they had the same eyes.
Parker's eyes shone a deep blue, almost sapphire, with
a slight exotic slant. Scotty's eyes were lighter and
were big and round. The hair had possibilities,
though. This was ridiculous, I thought in the very
back of my mind.
Suddenly a disturbance drew my attention away from the
table. A man, disheveled and obviously drunk, was
manhandling one of the waitresses. I recognized the
grimy man from the parking lot. My heart pounded in my
chest.
"Excuse me," I said, slowly standing, not sure how to
handle the situation unfolding. Darla, the waitress,
screamed which drew the attention of all the
customers. The man was saying something to her,
something I couldn't make out, but Darla was clearly
terrified.
Darla stared at me, unable to speak. I cautiously
approached the man. He had Darla by the arm, twisting
it slightly behind her back. He was shaking, maybe
strung out. Darla's eyes begged me to help her. I
startled him and stared in complete bewilderment at
the gun clutched in his hands, digging into the back
of
Darla's uniform. What happened next was a blur, but a
very slow and painful blur.
* * * Continued * * *
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