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* * * Continued from 2 * * * 


"Torie, get back!" someone yelled. It was too late. I felt the blast more than I
heard it. Fire tore through my body. I was stunned and fell to the floor,
clutching my arms to my body.  

"Please no!" I think I cried before hitting the tile. That was the last thing I
remembered before the searing pain spread through me.

I drifted in and out of a cloud of pain, vaguely aware of others around me. I
recognized the stained ceiling of the restaurant and knew, with more than a little
relief, that I had not been killed. At least I hoped heaven didn't have
tobacco-stained ceilings. Karen was at my side, saying something in a soothing
voice.  Parker held my head in his lap. "The ambulance just pulled up, Torie.
Don't you worry. The bullet looks like it missed anything vital but you have lost
quite a bit of blood. No, don't look. Trust me on this one."

Parker's hand was on my forehead. "She hit her head pretty hard when she fell."  

"Scotty? Where's Scotty?"

"He's at your mother's house. He's fine. He wasn't here." Karen answered back.

"She's in shock, hand me a tablecloth."  

"Tell my mother---no, don't tell my mother. Scotty shouldn't know about this,
he'll have nightmares.  Karen?" I called out to the spinning room.  

"I'm right here."

"What will I do about Scotty?" I cried out.

"Who's Scotty?" Parker asked.

"Honey, don't worry about a thing. You're not going to die. You'll see Scotty
again. Just hold on a second."   

Karen stepped back, allowing the paramedics to push through the growing crowd.
I heard Karen mention that Scotty was my little boy. Was? I closed my eyes,
waiting for the pain to go away. This couldn't be happening.  

I turned my head as the paramedics loaded the gurney into the ambulance. The
pain was intense. I tried to smile at Karen who was being held by her husband and
his brother, Parker, but I don't think I succeeded.  
Before closing my eyes I noticed a flash of gold with a burgundy stone on the
floor of the ambulance, tucked back in the corner underneath a fire extinguisher.
It
was a high school ring partially caked with dried blood. Must be from one of
those kids last night . . . 

* * *

I woke up in the emergency room, groggy but not feeling much pain. Parker was
on one side of me, Karen and her husband on the other. My arm was heavily
bandaged. I looked up at Parker and waited. Waited for what, I don't know, just
waited. I wanted to speak but didn't trust myself to make any sense.  Their images
continued to swim in front of me.

"She's awake," Parker said, feeling my forehead.  There was another bandage on
my temple.

"Let me get the nurse," Karen said, leaving the room followed by her husband.

"Parker, tell me what happened?" I managed to get out from between my cracked
and dry lips.

"You were shot, Torie, in the arm. The bullet went clear through but it may take a
long time to heal."  Parker stroked my forehead.  

"I'm not dead."

"No. Not dead."  

"What about---"

"The asshole was trying to run out the back when a deputy nailed him. He's
dead."

I closed my eyes. "Parker, where's my son?"

"Scotty? He's still with your mother. Karen told her everything and your mom is
keeping Scotty for the night. I think you'll be spending a few nights here 
anyway."

"Does he know?" I sobbed.

"She told him you got hurt at the restaurant, that's all. If you want to tell him,
that's up to you," Parker said. 

I blinked back more tears. "I have to tell him. I have to tell all of you." I felt like
closing my eyes again, just to rest for a moment.  I looked up and caught the
frown on his face before drifting away again.

I woke up later in a different room. Parker stood against the window, his body
casting a shadow over my bed. I watched as he combed his hand through his
short hair making it spike up in odd places. Cowlicks, I thought. Like Scotty. He
leaned against the wall and rubbed at his eyes.  He looked tired and worn down. It
was time to open the box I sealed away so long ago.

"Parker?" I tentatively called out, almost hoping he didn't hear me. He
straightened slowly, pushing his fingers into his pockets.  He pushed away from
the wall with his shoulder and came towards me.

Scotty almost lost his mother, I thought. Where would that leave him? An orphan
or cared for by another woman who wasn't going to be around for much longer? 
Scotty deserved the whole package. He was a good kid. I was the one being
selfish. Long ago I faced up to part of the responsibility. Now it was time to
accept the rest.

"What is it, Torie? Can I get you something?"  

"We need to talk. It's important."

"Sure." Parker approached my hospital bed, pulling a chair up to my side.  "Go
ahead."

"This isn't going to be easy to accept. It's going to be just as hard for me to say it,
but it needs to be said. And resolved." I took a deep breath, waiting for him to say
something. He just looked at me.  I wish there was some way I could have read a
little of what he was thinking in his deep blue eyes.  It was impossible.  He was
stoic and strong.  This was going to be damned hard.

"Remember the weekend after graduation, the weekend we spent at Lance's lake
house? We all went skinny-dipping, Blake brought out the weed and we did body
shots? Can you remember?" I stopped. His expression shifted somewhat.  He
combed a hand through his hair again.  

"Yes, I remember. I remember some of it, not all of it. We all got so wasted that
weekend. There was a lot going on."

"Parker, it was an orgy. A gang-bang. None of us cared what we were doing, or
the repercussions of our actions. None of us."  I pushed myself up a little
higher to a seated position.  I held my breath as pain shot up my arm.

He nodded. "Yeah, it was damned reckless. We were kids, Torie. Why are you
bringing all this up now?"  
The look on his face told me he had figured out the answer before I needed to tell
him.

"Scotty needs a father and it's one of you three." I waited.

"Oh shit." He ran his hands over his eyes down to the stubble on his face.  

"We might've been kids at heart but our bodies were mature enough. . . enough to
create an innocent child." 

Parker leaned over, elbows on his knees, and stared at the floor.  "Scotty."  It
wasn't a question more of a statement.  He knew.

"What would Scotty do without me, his mother, if he didn't know his father? I'm
the only one who could shed light on this mystery. My mother never knew who
the father could have been because I lied to her. I was scared, Parker. I didn't
want her tracking everyone down at the time. All that doesn't matter anymore
because I came within inches of losing my life and taking the only parent that
Scotty has ever known away from him. It's not fair to my little boy."

Parker looked up, a heart-wrenching look on his face. "Torie, I hear you but I
don't know what you want."  

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Take a test, a paternity test, and help me get in touch
with Blake and Lance.  After that, well, we'll just take it from there."  He
stared at me for a moment.  I thought he was going to get up and walk out, as
ridiculous as that may sound.  True he wasn't the kid I grew up with anymore but
I
refused to believe he had grown cold-hearted through the years.

"Something else." Parker took my hand, rubbing it between his. "You don't know
about Blake, do you?"

"No. What about him?" Thoughts of AIDS and the horrible possibilities that
disease could bring to me and Scotty, if --

"It doesn't look good. He's in a coma. He sustained massive head injuries last
night . It doesn't look good at all." Parker shook his head. "He was always too
reckless. Got in a motorcycle accident last night on 280 coming home from a bar,
just him and a tanker truck full of drilling mud, wasn't wearing a helmet -- "
Parker squeezed my hand. "He'll never come out of it."  

Tears were dripping down my face and I know I let out a sob. This was so hard to
hear. That's not how I remembered Blake. He was always joking around, eager
to move on to the newest fad, newest style. He was fun. "How could that have
happened to Blake?" It wasn't any comfort, but it was all I could think to say. 

"C'mon, Torie. There wasn't anything any one of us could have done to stop
Blake from doing what he had his mind set on. You just can't blame anyone but
Blake." Parker paused. "He's in this hospital if you feel like seeing him later. I-- ",
his voice wavered slightly before he cleared his throat, "--I don't think you'll have
another opportunity."  

I squeezed Parker's hand. He leaned over and lay his forehead against our clasped
hands. All this time he and Blake had remained best friends. I had managed,
not entirely purposely, to separate myself from these men. My grief was
overwhelming. "I'm so sorry, Parker. I wish I could do something for him. I truly
do." What I needed to say next could push Parker away for now, but I had to say
it. "Do you think his parents would consent to a test? Maybe we could just
talk to his doctor. . . I don't know."  

Parker looked up at me, his lips set in a thin line.  His eyes hardened for a moment
then softened. "It might be what his family needs right now, the thought that 
Blake could have a son might give them something to focus on, get them over
letting Blake go. He's brain dead, you know.  They haven't accepted it yet.  Mr.
Taylor keeps hoping that some kind of miracle would happen, that all of a sudden
Blake will wake up.  I'll talk to Mrs. Taylor tonight. I'll see. Maybe I'll bring
her by to meet you."

I nodded. "Do that, Parker. Please?"

He nodded, patting my hand.

"As for Lance, he married Christy Cunningham.  They live not far from here with
their two little girls."  Parker's mouth tightened. I got the feeling that
Parker and Lance hadn't remained friends, and if I knew his wife, I knew why.

"The rich girl? Christy of the uptown Cunninghams?"  I asked, trying to take the
edge out of my voice.  Christy and I went way back, back to the days of junior
high when she teased me, making my life miserable. 

"Yeah. That's the one," Parker nodded. "Lance isn't like he used to be. Truthfully,
I don't think Christy knows a hell of a lot about how Lance used to be. Lance was
always smooth. I'm sure he managed to leave a few things out when it came time
to getting to know each other."

I closed my eyes. This wasn't going to be easy, I knew that from the beginning,
but I realized now how much more difficult it was going to be dealing with Lance
and Christy. I needed a lawyer.

"Look, Tor, I'll do all that I can when it comes to Lance and Blake. I'm good
friends with Blake's family. 
I'll arrange for you and Lance to meet somehow, maybe over at my place one
weekend, without Christy."

"What about you? You don't mind taking a test, do you Parker?"

My heart sank. I could tell he was struggling with something, and I dreaded
hearing what he was about to tell me. "What is it, Parker?"

Parker leaned back, releasing my hand. He rubbed his hands over his face a few
times, frowning. "Torie, I'm sterile. That's pretty much the whole reason I'm
divorced now. Sherri and I could never have children.  The tests she went through
showed there was nothing wrong on her end. It was all me. We divorced
two years ago. She remarried not long after and now has a child. It was all me - I
can't father a child."  Parker met my gaze.

I shook my head slowly. "Oh Parker, I'm sorry. I'm just so sorry." Truthfully, I
didn't know who I felt more sorry for; me, Scotty or Parker. Out of all three
choices, Parker would have been the first pick. Lance would be difficult to deal
with because of his wife, and Blake couldn't offer much to me at all. At least
with Blake, though, he had a good family. That was something.

I've gotten used to the idea over the years.  It's not what I want but I can live with
it."  He stroked my cheek with his fingers.  "I'll help you.  Besides, I'd like to meet
that boy of yours."  He paused, a warm smile broke through his controlled
expression.   "My sister stabled her horse at my house for a while and he
definitely needs a little boy to ride him."

"Oh shit, a horse?" I laughed through my tears.

"Not really a horse, more of a small pony. Something I sure as hell ain't gonna
ride," he chuckled.

I returned his laugh. "Yeah, Parker. Maybe that would be fun for Scotty. He loves
animals."

Parker left me about a half an hour later. Visiting hours were over. I was glad. I
needed time to think. The day's events dazed me.  I was still trying to muddle
through my emotions.  In time my arm would heal but I was anxious about my
next step.  I hoped I didn't cause more harm than good. It had to be
done.  

* * * Continued to Part 4 * * * 

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