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Chapter 27

“Ugnh!” Is the first thing out of my mouth and I’ve no idea how I’m not swearing. I hurt in about six or seven spots and there’s this smell on me. There’s kids and a few parents panicking and I hear dad.

“Jenna!, Jenna! Are you alright?!”

“Yeah, I’m…” I look at my arms and it’s splattered with bright yellow.
It’s paint.
Paint.
They shot at Hunter with paintball guns.

I look down at Hunter who’s bawling her eyes out and hugging my waist until dad’s there in a flash. I pass her to him and start running.

“Jenna! Where are you going!?” dad yells.

“After them, they’re not going to get far in school traffic!”

I run despite the skirt, I feel it rip up the side and I pour on the speed. I used to run touchdown after touchdown as Jaime. Yes I’m not used to running with breasts but I shut that part of my head off, the fact I’m wearing girls clothes that I’m covered in paint and bruised. I used to run in full pads and helmet and everything. I cut across lawns and yards and see the Camero in the distance and they’re trying to get past the cars of parents and school buses and the rest of the 3:30 traffic.

I jump hurdle a bench and the car gets another three four hundred yards away. But they’re not fast enough and we’re about seven blocks away before I catch up with them and I actually slide on the loose dirt along side of the car and the driver’s side window is down and I scream.

I scream with a lot of suppressed rage and anger and I punch the driver in the face. His head snaps to the side and I hit him again on the rebound and again. I get shot with a couple of paintballs fro the kids in the back and I see red enough that I’m ripping the guns out of their hands through the window that I just punched out. Then I get hit hard as the driver opens the door but he leaned back after he got it unlatched and kicked it. The door flies open and hits me knocking me back enough I trip and stumble over the sidewalk curb.

“Mother...fucking cunt! You crazy bitch do you know what you did to my car?…Wait…wait…Morgan? Oh no, this is just too sweet. You’re hooked up to that little freak in my brother’s class? I’m going to enjoy beating your ass finally.”
Troy?

Troy Mathews?

“Troy?”

“Yeah faggit it’s me.”

“I’m not a fag, I’m not gay Troy, I’m a woman.”

“Oh no you’re not Morgan, You’re a faggit Jimmy. I saw the pictures.”

“Yeah well she did that to me.”

“Yeah it was fucking awesome the dyke did me a favor.”

“She did you a favor? All of this was you?”

“Oh Hells no Jimmy, Ingrid just took a freak out because she was all hot and bothered over you and she wanted to hurt you so she didn’t have to deal with being all dyke hot over you’re fairy ass. No I just took the ball and ran with it. I mean after all it’s what I did best.”

“What do you mean ran with It?”

“VS James Morgan. Com. That was me.”

“Why?” my voice cracks on that one. “We were team-mates I thought we were friends?”

“Me friends with a freak like you I don’t fucking think so. No not only I saw that you got all the shit that freaks like you deserved I got rid of your ass at the same time. No more bowing and scraping in the shadow of the great James the “Iron man” Morgan! No more you getting all the attention, all the girls, all the glory and the trophies and awards everything a little faggit like you didn’t deserve. It’s mine now Jimmy, Mine I’m king of the school and you’re not coming back! I’ll make sure you’re not coming back!”

Troy reached into the car and grabbed a tire iron and came at me. I roll sideways to my left and grabbed the paint pellet gun and fire off as many shots as I could at him aiming for the crotch first. He goes down howling and I get up into a crouch. He throws up from the shots to the balls and spits.

“You did all of that, spread that all around, terrorized me for years, siccing people on me so full of hate that it drove me to the point of killing myself for what? So you could play big man because I was a better football player than you!”

I’m yelling really pissed, actually as Jaime I always had this disconnect from my feelings. As Jenna not only am I wide open feelings wise but I’m mad and I’m female.

He yells at me incensed at me saying that. “You’re not better than me!, You were never fucking better than me. You just had all the fucking breaks!”

“You know what you did suck at Troy? Seeing that sudden tackle!”

I shoot out of my crouch and hit him with every bit of power my legs can squeeze out more pushing hard against the ground like I’m going to crash into the tackle dummies again. He’s still not unbent from getting up and I hit him with my shoulder right in the guts and we travel about six feet before we hit the pavement on the street. I’m on top so he softens the blow.

It’s crude, it’s supposed to be a guy thing but I’m on top on Troy pounding him with my fists. I’ve lost what would have been a huge weight advantage and I’ve lost muscle mass too and strength but I’m not weak either. I’ve never really been weak and instead of hitting the weights I’ve been lugging sacks of flour and produce, unloading stock and kneading dough. Yeah women can be tough too just doing their everyday stuff. I think I got about six or seven good hits before he starts hitting me back. He’s pissed and way too strong, steroid strong. I’m not even sure how long we end up fist fighting before the cops are there and they haul us apart and Troy hit’s three of the cops in a full on roid rage at this point all from when on of the officers calls me miss. He lashed out trying to get to me and he does it again and gets tasered for his troubles when I correct the cop.

(Sniffle…cough...) “Actually it’s Mrs. Officer.”

Okay, that I might have done on purpose.

***
I’m sitting in back of the ambulance nursing an ice pack on a few bruises and Hunter sticking to me like glue while one of the EMT’s is bandaging my hand I put through Troy’s back driver’s side window. Dad’s talking to the cops and going on about me going after them being a fight response instead of a flight response to an unprovoked attack on Hunter and myself from these guys. It takes a few hours and we’re and others are taken down to the station house.

Troy’s lawyer along with his dad and my old coach are there and trying to blame the whole thing on me and Hunter because the boys were afraid of Hunter starting sexual advances with them. And me getting involved was destruction of personal property and assaulting a minor.

Dad raises absolute shit and so does Angie when she shows up with Taylor and hears the bullshit that they‘ve been spouting. I kept hearing them trying to say that Hunter was coming on to them and I can’t help it and get up and yell at them. “Are you nut! What kind of perverts are you? You’re the one’s bringing this up!, saying this stuff! Hunter didn’t do anything! She’s like Ten!”

A police woman moves me away from where they’re trying to defend Troy and his bullshit and takes me into a separate glassed walled room and get’s me to sit down and to try to calm down. She goes to get me a cup of tea when I see Taylor come in.

Taylor passes something in a brown paper envelope the they talk for a few minutes and he comes over to me. Takes me into his arms and starts kissing me. That’s when it all starts to hit. Taylor’s arms around me and I start to decompress and with that adrenaline I was running on and it all hits and I start to shake and the tears start and then I lose it. I remember him holding me and pulling me into his arms and takes me into a chair and pulls me onto his lap as I sob.

***

Detective Robert Simpson sighed after getting the bunch of them separated and looked at the guys and girls at the station gathered around except for those who were keeping things stable between the two groups. The Jenna girl used to be James Morgan a local kid that used to go to school with his kid brother. There was only a slight resemblance from the file pictures from the assault she’d been through with her parents. Although right now you could see it more with the post assault photos and the married young lady covered in dirt and blood and paint.

Now looking at the evidence from her father about this website and one of the worst scumbag private eyes he’s ever had the misfortune of coming into contact with, the guy was a real POS.

“This is a hell of a mess isn’t it? Do we have all the statements in from the witnesses?”

Corporal Brian Marshal looked to the detective. “Not yet but this is getting pretty messy really fast.”

“Why, what do you mean?”

He turned his computer monitor so the detective could see it and more than one person started swearing as there were videos of the shooting online now and one of the Winters girl chasing them down from the point of view of someone following them and the fight. The sound was blurry but the tire iron was clear and there was a burst of excitement when Winters came off the ground and tackled him like an NFL player and not some teenaged young girl. There was this look of every female cop watching…they didn’t see a transgendered girl here, they saw one of themselves.

“These are going viral Robert.” some one said.

The detective ran his fingers through his, well over his balding head. “This isn’t good, the press’ll get wind of this and …”

The phone’s started ringing off the hook all over the place and there was a group of people with cameras and microphones getting stopped by the front desk officers.

His phone rang at his desk. He answered. “Yes Chief, Yes I’ll see you when you get here.”

He rubbed his head a drained the last of his cold coffee making a face.