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I still think about my high school years, every day I think of all the pain and joy that I went through, and all the friends I had.
Out of all the people I knew there is only one I think about all the time, how can I forget I am reminded of that person when I pull on my adult disposable diaper every morning.
The year was 1997, I was fifteen years old and in my last year of junior high school at the time and life was great, well better then most transgender girls had at that time.
That’s right I was a girl who was trapped in a boys body, but unlike most trans persons out there I was actually popular and well accepted at the school I went to.
I had a ton of friends and a boyfriend, the best part is they all knew who and what I was.
But there was one person that every school has and every tranny knows, and that is the school bully.
And mine was Brandon Leroy cane, or butch as everyone called him. Unlike most bully’s butch wasn’t a ten foot tall eight hundred pound gorilla that most people seem to think of when they hear the word bully.
No butch was very short, how short you ask.
Try four feet ten and skinny as a stick, yeah that short, but don’t let his size fool you he was fierce and brutal when it came to fighting.
And the one thing you never did was point out the fact that if he dropped the buzz cut and grew his hair longer he would look like an eight year old girl.
Every time I walked past him it was always comments like, freak alert or don’t drop the soap.
And I had been at the receiving end of plenty of his punches in the past.
Well the school year was going great except for you know who. One day me and my best friend Stacy were walking through the gym to get to our music class, when we heard a conversation between the gym teacher and butch as we came close to the teacher’s office.
“I know it would be very embarrassing if someone found out and you seem to have enough problems as it is“, “so I will let you shower in the privet shower that the teachers use when they exercise in the schools weight room”.
“Thanks teach it would kill my social life if anyone found out”.
“Your welcome, now head on back to class”.
“yes sir”.
Me and Stacy high tailed it out of there before we were spotted.
“What could be so embarrassing that he would want to take his showers away from everybody else”.
“I don’t know, but if we find out we can use it to get him real good”.
“Or black mail him”.
“Sure why not”.
I knew exactly how to do it too, the staff showers where actually just two shower stalls in a room next to the weight room the school had built two years before.
Before that it was the old girls locker room, and if you remember I was at one point in time a curious little boy, so I knew where to find the peep hole that one of my good friends Johnny Goodman made in the fourth grade.
To get to it, you had to crawl under the gym and into an old closed off and bricked up room right above the shower stalls in the gyms lower basement, if we were lucky it would still be there.
That afternoon the two of us crawled to the old room, thank goodness I had blue jeans on.
When we got to the room it was dark but I had grabbed a flash light from a utility closet before we went in, I saw the mark Johnny had made all those years ago, it was quite faded of Corse but it was still there.
I moved the small piece of metal with the false shower tile on the bottom and we had a pervs eye view of the shower stall.
We left the way we came and went to the room, I hand wrote an out of order sign and stuck it on the door to the stall without the peep hole then we went home.
The next day when gym let out we broke off from the rest of the class and made or way to the old room and waited.
Two teachers later or target walked in, we had or heads together so we could both see, what we saw we never expected, he had to small mounds on his chest.
We both stood up and covered or mouths and bust out laughing, he had tits sure they were small but they were there.
I went to bed that night wondering when I could use my new found knowledge and ruin the person that has been tormenting me for the past several years.
Well that time didn’t come till I was sixteen.
Butch was one of the few kids who got there drivers license the day they turned sixteen and was not afraid to flaunt the fact.
Every morning he would cut a donut in the gravel parking space in his old jacked up ford f-100 custom step side, it was four wheel drive with the big brush guard and winch on the front and roll bars in the truck bed.
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It was black and chromed out, but the thing that caught most peoples eye was the back window witch was nothing but one large rebel flag.
It was actually pretty funny to see someone so small in size driving something so big.
Well the first few weeks of school went alright but then it happened, I don’t know why he was pissed off at everybody.
It might have had something to do with the big black eye he had, but he was pissed.
I was also in a bad mood myself when he bumped into me and said watch it fag.
I started yelling at him, I called him a closed minded bigot with a height problem.
He got pissed and let the remarks fly.
I smiled because we had a good crowed built up and watching us when I let it slip.
Now butch wasn’t popular but he wasn’t unpopular either, he did have a good number of friends mostly they were the ones who were like him.
He called me a stupid fag.
I yelled out “At least I’m not so pissed about having breast that I take it out on others”.
He went as white as snow.
“What dose that mean” his friend Billy asked.
“Your friend here has boobs like a girl”.
“I DO NOT!!!! Butch yelled out, obviously freaking out.
“well lets see them” someone in the crowed yelled out, witch was followed by the crowd yelling and chanting for him to take off his shirt.
Butch went to leave but was stopped when Billy who was a lot bigger grabbed him and locked his arms behind him while someone proceeded to rip his shirt.
He was kicking and yelling for them to let him go when Garry the boy ripping his shirt punched him in the gut.
The shirt was removed as well as the bandages around his chest to revile two almost B-cup breast.
Everyone bust out laughing including the people who five minutes ago called themselves his friends.
Butch covered his chest and ran as fast as he could trough the crowd with tears running down his face.
It didn’t help when Billy yelled out” look at the little freak he’s crying like a little bitch.
I actually felt bad for him and thought I had gone to far.
I didn’t seen him for two weeks although I did see his sister who was a senior, she would give me the most chilling looks ever when she looked at me.
I was walking back from my dance class on that day when I came around a corner to see butch standing there about thirty feet away with a hunting knife in his hand and a determined look on his face.
I ran back to the dance room as fast as I could but the door was locked so I ran up the nearby stairs that led to the roof.
I made it to the door and it was unlocked, I ran to the middle of the roof and grabbed a piece of wood that was on the ground.
When butch found me he started chasing me, he was yelling on how I had ruined his life and all his friends and some of his kin folk had turned on him.
He was pissed, as I ran I tripped and fell on the part of the roof over the gym witch had old glass sky lights on it.
I tried to get up but I soon felt a huge pain in the back of my stomach, it was the knife,
I turned with all my might and used the board to hit him in the head.
He stumbled back and fell, I heard a crash as he went through one of the skylights.
I heard a scream from below, I painfully crawled over and looked down to see he had a bunch of people around him, and that he had landed in the gymnastics foam pit.
But I could still see blood on his legs as I blacked out.
When I woke up I was in a hospital and my mom was sitting beside me.
When I was stabbed the knife cut my bladder and I almost died when the contents were released into my body, the doctors were able to save what little of it they could but it was now smaller.
So I was confined to wearing diapers for the rest of my life they were better then the other choices I had, I had refused at first but too many accidents later I gave in.
Butch survived the fall and was taken to the hospital, after he was released he just disappeared.
I hated him for what he did, I was always scared he would try again, and I was really pissed when we were told by a judge that his injuries were punishment enough for what he did.
Of course they never would tell us what they were.
I took up karate with some of my friends to prepare for when he would attack again, I was determined to beat him to a pulp.
I didn’t care if he was in a wheel chair, blind, def or all three, I would still kick his ass.
It was the first day of my senior year I still burned with anger when I put on my diaper that morning. I met up with Stacy and we walked to school.
It was going alright till we got to the parking lot, there it was in the middle of the lot for everybody to see in the same spot it was always in.
That fucking ford, I was on fire with anger. In the girls room me and all my girl friends were in a full blown outrage.
He was back and there was no doubt he wanted revenge.
We were all on the look out for the rest of the day, my friends were always close at hand just in case.
But we never saw him.
It was almost time for school to let out and I made my way to my locker, I was about sixty feet away when a friend stopped me to chat.
I looked over her shoulder at my locker to see this short little girl, you could tell she was a teenager but she was just short.
She was pretty cute with her short spunky blond almost white hair with pink highlights and tips, she was wearing an almost knee length black pleated skirt with a white t-shirt and a black denim vest as well as a pair of knee high black moccasin boots.
She was about five feet tall and maybe 100lbs would be pushing it.
She stood on her tip toes and slid a letter into my locker and walked away, after my friend left I walked over to my locker opened it and read the letter.
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“Dear Becky.
I know you have dance class this afternoon so I know you will be busy, but I would like you to meet me on the elementary playground tomorrow after school alone if possible.
Please.
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I put the note in my backpack and went to meet Stacy who was posted near the parking lot watching the truck.
When I got there we both started watching for the most hated person in world, well the most hated person to me.
We waited almost thirty minutes before we saw a guy heading toward the truck, that girl with the note was walking next to him.
We guessed the little white car next to the truck was hers, boy the word shocked won’t come close to covering what we felt when the girl reached up and unlocked Butch’es truck climbed in then drive off.
“It cant be” I said to Stacy.
“Well she could just be kin to him, she does look some what like him”.
“Yeah but why dose she want to meet in a secluded place like the play ground”.
“I don’t know but I don’t like it”.
“I’ll bet she wants to get me out there so she can finish the job, he probably thinks my guard will be down if I think it’s just some little girl“.
The next day dragged by, the whole time I was coming up with all types of crazy thoughts as to why this kid wanted to meet me all the way out there on the playground.
I saw the girl at her locker and I remembered something about butch, you see another thing that would set him off was the birth mark on the back of his neck.
I got a little closer as I noticed her taking out a hair band, her hair was just long enough to put into a short pony tail.
That’s when I saw it, the perfectly shaped heart birth mark in the middle of her neck, so I knew right then it was defiantly him, the basterd who sentenced me to a life of incontinence.
My blood was on fire the rest of the day, I met a bunch of my friends about twenty of them including a few of the football jocks.
The last bell rang and I was out the door, and me and my friends made our way to the playground.
As we got closer I could see her she was wearing a pair of denim jeans and a simple pink t-shirt.
She was sitting in a swing with her back turned to us, I got three feet from her and yelled,”Hey ass hole”.
He jumped up from the swing and faced us, he had a shocked look on his cute little face that I realized that if you took away the long hair was definitely his.
“You brought your friends” he said in a calm voice.
“Hell yeah I brought my friends, what did you think I would come alone and give you the chance to get the upper hand on me”.
“What oh no I just called you hear t“…BAMM…… I cut him off with a quick jab to the face witch knocked him to the ground.
The next thing I knew I was on top of him beating him to a pulp, I kicked him in the rib cage and heard a scream and a pop, then I heard a crack when I kicked him in the shin. Then he wet his self when I kicked him in the gut, I took a quick breath and looked at his purse on the ground.
There was the handle of a knife sticking out of it, I reached down and grabbed it.
“So you thought you were going to use this on me again well now your going to see what it feels like”.
I bent down about to stab him when someone grabbed me, it was Kent my boyfriend.
“Look that’s enough“, he said as he pointed at the bloodied thing laying on the ground whimpering and sobbing. As we were walking away I heard a huge scream.
I turned to see butch pulling himself to his feet, he started limping toward the parking lot holding his side. I smiled.
That night I was getting ready for bed, I had already taken my hormone pills and had just put on my special underwear when there was a knock at the front door.
I put on some pajama bottoms and walked down stairs to see. My mom made it to the door first and opened it.
Standing there were two uniformed police officers, they asked for me and my mom to come to the station so we followed them in my moms car.
I was in trouble I thought but they didn’t handcuff me to bring me here, so what’s going on.
We were sitting in a small room, it didn’t have a big mirror like you see in the movies, after a few minutes a woman came in.
She had a detective badge and a gun holster without the gun, she looked familiar.
“ there was an attack out on the playground at your school this afternoon, would you like to tell me about it”.
I was silent until she told me about talking to some of my friends already so she knew I was the who attacked first.
My mom looked at me funny.
“Well I was afraid if I didn’t attack first that the person in question would try and finish what he started a few years ago.
that’s when I told about the events on the gym roof.
“Your friends say you hated this person pretty bad right“,
“Yes mam”
“and from what you just told me you jumped to conclusions and let your fear take over your actions”.
“I guess”.
“well my sister was not there to kill you or take revenge”.
“What,!! you mean that was your sister”.
“Yes she is”.,
Now I remember her, this woman was butch’es big sister.
“Then what did she want” I asked.
“To say sorry for how she treated you and for what she did to you on the roof“.
“Then why did she have the knife”.
“Because I was a stupid big sister and talked her into keeping it in her truck until she met with you, I was worried what happened would happen so it was my fault she had it”.
“She has gone through enough in the past few years”.
“Well thanks to her I have to wear a diaper the rest of my life”.
“So what thanks to you hitting her she has to sit to pee the rest of her life”.
“What”.
“When Bree fell through the skylight the glass from it fell too, a large shard landed before he did and at just the right angle in the foam pit to take off his dick”.
“He almost bleed to death in that pit”.
“She has been through hell in there past few years, from the forced sex change surgery to the hormones and the suicide attempts“.
“We just got to where we could stop worrying about her. She begged and begged our mom to let her quit home schooling and go to high school”.
I was silent as she went on.
“This whole summer she has been working as a waitress so she could buy you these” she said as she laid an envelope on the table.
I opened it up to find two tickets to a smash mouth concert witch is the greatest band of all time. that was the next weekend complete with back stage passes, they had to be at least $400 a piece.
The note said they were for me and Kent. I sat back in my seat actually feeling bad for what I did.
“Why did she forgive me”
“You’ll have to ask her that your self”.
“After what I did she probably want’s to kill me now”.
“I doubt that seeing she’s the reason your not in a sell right now”.
“What do you mean”.
“I don’t know how someone who is in the hospital with two broken ribs and a fractured shin, not to mention all the bruises and lacerations”.
“Can forgive the one who did it without batting an eyelash”.
“But she begged me not to arrest you”.
Now I really felt like shit I don’t know how I was going to say sorry for this, but from what I can tell butch was a completely changed person.
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To be continued.
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It had been three weeks since I beat the crap out of butch, who now goes by the name of Brianna or Bree.
I had wanted to visit her but I was scared to, I didn’t want her family who I heard were looking for me to find me, and I was still scared of this person.
I was standing by my locker one morning trying to hear my friend Stacy over the loud hallway chatter when suddenly everything went silent.
All that could be heard was a slow click clack sound.
I looked behind me to see, Bree was about forty feet away going for her locker, and all eyes were on her.
There were some that were shocked and some that were angry, mainly from the people butch had been mean too.
She was wearing a loose fitting skirt and a simple white long sleeve shirt, she was using crutches and her leg was in a cast with a big black boot made for people with broken legs.
She made it to her locker and winced when she slowly slid her back pack off. I got the present I had bought her, it was a box of chocolate and a bundle of fake flowers.
Not much but hey, she was putting some stuff in her locker when I came up behind her.
“Excuse me um Bree is it”.
She slowly turned and flinched a little when she saw me.
“Yeah”
“and your stone cold right” he he ow..
She tried to laugh at her little joke but her ribs stopped her.
“Look I’m sorry about the beating and all”.
“Please don’t be, I was stupid for not using my head and thinking you weren’t super mad at me”.
“Would you like to talk at lunch”. she asked.
“Sure”, she smiled and went to her class.
Later at lunch I got all my food and found Bree sitting by herself, I walked up and sat across from her.
“Ok let’s try this again” I said as I sat down.
“so you wanted to talk to me about something”.
“Yes I was going to meet you at the play ground because I didn’t want the whole school knowing who I was” “ but I guess that didn’t go as planned“.
“Yeah sorry about that”, “Its just when I saw you I was so angry I just couldn’t handle it”.
“I understand”.
“Why are you being so nice to me after what I did to you “I asked.
She looked at me and smiled. “ Because God doesn’t like it when we hold hatred and anger in our hearts”.
“You mean you found God”.
“You could say that”.
She looked at the table then back to me, “ I don’t know what your beliefs are and I won’t try pushing mine on to you”.
To be honest I never thought that much about religion, I didn’t believe 100% nor did I not believe 100% so I was somewhere in the middle.
She continued with her story.
“When I fell and lost my manhood I was a complete wreck, I tried to kill myself over thirty times in the six months following the fall“.
I tried everything from drinking antifreeze witch left me in a coma a month, to this she said as she removed her wrist bands to reveal the scars.
“So what caused you to change and accept this “I asked“.
“One day I was looking through some bills in the mail when I was actually home from the nut ward and outside my bedroom”
“I looked at one bill and had to sit down”.
“It was a medical bill for eighty six thousand dollars”.
It was my bills, then I saw the eviction notice a few days later”.
“My mom and dad had been working three jobs a piece and I could see it on their faces when they would come in at midnight or later just to head back out at four in the morning that it was killing them”.
“I did something I had never done in my life”
“What was that”.
“I won’t lie to you, I hated you so bad that I wanted to kill you”.
“The feeling was mutual” i said with a lite giggle.
“But I sat in my room, and well I prayed”.
“You prayed to God”.
“Yes”.
“At the time I really needed a miracle, I asked him to help my family in any way, and if he did I would forgive you and anybody else that I didn’t like”.
“So what happened”.
“ it turns out the hospital had a drawing for the first time ever that year that we didn’t know about”.
“When that man showed up at our apartment with that letter saying all my family’s medical bills were paid in full”.
“I passed out”
“The next day when my mom woke up to find me in the kitchen making breakfast and smiling for the first time in years, she was shocked”.
“My parents saw me change over the next few weeks and wanted to know why. So I told them, mom gave going to church a try and liked it right off the bat“.
“It took a while but dad started going too, I knew I had made the right decision in becoming a Christian when my dad put down the beer for good”.
“He has been sober for over a year now and he is a completely different person” "He is always so kind to me and mom now". “He hasn’t hit me in a long time“.
“Wait your dad used to beat you”.
“Only when he was drunk” but he hasn’t drank for a long time“.
And when he stopped drinking his work “performance went up and after a while he was given his old job back of overseeing the entire plant he worked at, that was after he proved to the big bosses that he had what it took“.
“So now we are making more money and I am actually happy, I have a lot of friends at church too”
“Do they know about you”.
“Yes they do and they have helped me with a lot of the problems I’ve had to deal with”.
We talked like that for the rest of the lunch period, and after I thanked her for the smash mouth tickets, we agreed to meet at the mall on Saturday, I went home that night feeling bad about what I had done to Bree.
I was still cautious around her for a while, but before I knew it we were best friends, I was with her when she got her cast off, and She gave me half of it.
We had forgiven each other for or past actions, and I was always glad to have her as my friend, I will never forget the one night when I had been talked into going to a party by a friend of a friend who I didn’t know.
It was a collage party and I had just been given a drink when I got a call from Bree, she asked me where I was and I told her.
She told me to get up and leave, I just closed my phone, a few minutes later I was dizzy and being carried to a bedroom. I was put on the bed and he started undressing himself.
He was crawling on the bed when the door flew open, there was Bree, the guy started yelling at her, she pointed what looked like a gun at him and pulled the trigger, I heard a pop and a clicking noise and the boy tensed up and hit the ground.
Bree helped me to my feet and to her truck, it was one heck of a task for me to get in to the truck witch was raised almost four feet of the ground, i remember that those mud tires were loud as i was carried home.
The next day we saw on the news where the party got raided by the cops soon after we left and a hole mess of date rape drugs were found as well as a boy who had been tazed with a police style tazer.
A few days later my cousin mike started coming to our school after his folks moved hear, mike was a great guy he was nice polite and would do anything for anybody.
Mike was a great guy but a short one, he stood at only five foot three, he was pretty fit for someone his size and was into all kinds of sports but he just couldn’t seem to find the right girl.
He was talking to me when bree walked up behind him, she said hello and mike turned to look and I could have sworn I saw his heart jump from his chest.
He kept asking me about her over the next two weeks and was a nervous wreck whenever she was around him.
I finally asked Bree what she thought about going on a date with a guy. I was surprised when she said yes really quick.
It turns out she had her eyes on him as well.
I set them up for a date and after that the two were attached at the hip.
They were the perfect couple, when the school year was almost over Kent asked me to the senior prom and I said yes.
I was wearing a beautiful hunter green prom dress with black strapped three inch heels.
My auburn hair had been done to perfection and I was the happiest I had ever been.
Kent had a standard black tux, he was so handsome standing there at the bottom of the stairs at my house with his jaw on the floor.
My mom and dad took pictures and videos and we were on our way.
When we arrived at the large hotel where the prom was being held and went in, I saw her. Bree had a sparkling blue prom dress that was like mine almost. Mike had the biggest grin on his face I had ever seen.
We danced the night away to everything from Elvis to biggie smalls.
When the dance was almost over Kent took my hand and led me to the elevator, we got off on the fifth floor and he brought me to a room.
I went in and he picked me up and carried me to the bed, it took me a minute or two to get the dress off but I did.
He started by kissing me from my right foot up my leg and to my body then to my lips.
He started to massage me while kissing me, it wasn’t long before he had a lubed up finger in my backside.
He started out slowly working my prostate and playing with my C-cup breast, I thought I would cum right there, after a minute he stopped and I rolled over on all fours, I felt the head of his throbbing member at my opening.
“Do you want this” he asked.
I backed into him and with one slow steady thrust I lost my V-card.
According to the clock on the night stand, we went for almost twenty five minutes before we came at almost the same time.
As we lay there we heard screaming from the room next to us, not the run for your life screaming but the some ones having a good time screaming.
The next morning I was walking a little funnier then I normally do, when me and Kent stepped out of our room, the door to the room next to us with all the screaming opened.
Out step mike and Bree, they hadn’t seen us yet when Bree reached up and put her arms around mike and gave him a big kiss.
When they did stop and see us, Bree turned every shade of red in the book, I think there might have been some green in there too. ”Hee-Hee”.
The rest of the year went great we all four graduated with honors, and some type of scholarships.
As a graduation and eighteenth birthday present my parents paid for my SRS. As I was recovering Bree was always there for me, she gave me advice and tips on things like how to move with the least pain.
I was going to school for law and Kent was studying engineering, mike was going out for heart surgeon and Bree was going to become a child psychologist and help children who had lost their limbs, sight or their hearing.
Every thing was going great, one of my best memories was one year after my SRS me, Bree, Kent and mike were at the olive garden eating when the boys got this funny look on their faces.
I asked them what’s going and I was blown away when both went down on one knee and pulled out there little boxes.
At the same time Kent ask me and mike asked Bree to marry them. As shocked as we were I am surprised we were able to answer but we both at the same time replied yes.
The whole place started applauding us as we kissed our lovers, that was also a great night in the bed room too Hee-Hee.
Our lives were perfect, but then (breaths a heavy sigh) it happened.
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Things were going perfect, me and Bree were engaged to be married and collage was a breeze for us.
Mike and Bree set their wedding date for may 7th and me and Kent were going to hold off a little while until we were more financially stable before we tied the knot.
I helped in the planning and was Bree’s maid of honor, she was so beautiful when Jerry her father walked her down the isle.
It was kind of funny, because Jerry stood at six foot three next to Bree who without the three inch heels stood right at five feet tall.
Mike was so happy he could barely contain it, as he stood there putting the ring on her finger I could see his hands shaking.
And when he kissed her we thought she was going to suffocate before he let up.
The wedding went off without a hitch and they were the happiest couple I had ever seen.
A few weeks later I received a phone call from Bree, she asked me to come over to her and Mikes new house.
When me and Kent arrived Bree was sitting in the living room but when I walked in my eyes immediately went to what she was holding.
It her left arm was a new born baby boy and in the right was a girl.
She looked up at me and smiled,
“Say hello to your new nice and nephew”.
“OH MY GOSH WHEN”!!! I yelled out.
“The adoption papers finally went through and we just got back from Russia last night”.
“When did you go to Russia”.
“four days ago”.
“And you didn’t say anything”.
“Of Corse not it wouldn’t have been a surprise if I had”.
The boys name was Nicolai or Nick, and his twin sisters name was Natasha or Sasha, they were so adorable and I knew they were very lucky to have the parents they had.
Me and Kent were going to adopt when we got married the next year when Kent got his degree in computer networking and engineering.
Every thing in our life was perfect until that night, I still wonder if things would be different if I had not been so lazy and stayed at work.
I was working at a bar and grill at nights and going to school in the day, that night was slow and I was board, I had done my home work during the hour I got for lunch well supper I guess you could call it.
I begged and begged my boss to let me out early, I didn’t have anywhere to go or be.
I just wanted to get off and go home to rest.
It was 9:30 pm, and my shift usually went to 11:00.
My boss finally agreed to let me take off and I was out the door in a flash, I was walking to my car when I heard yelling.
You ever heard the saying curiosity killed the cat? Well that night it came close to being true.
I wondered what it was so I snuck up to the edge of the alley and peeked around the corner, I saw two men arguing over something then one of the men pulled out a knife and stabbed the other in the throat.
I stumbled back and knocked over some stacked boxes and a garbage can. I ran as fast as I could to my car, I jumped in and fired her up and right as I was pulling out of the parking lot my back glass shattered and I heard a few more of the bullets hit my car as I sped off.
When I got home I was in such a state of shock I never herd Kent come in, nor did I realize I had been sitting there all night because the sun was starting to come up.
I told him what happened and he called the police, the cops took my statement and we went to the station were I looked through some books till I found the man.
Juan Garcia, was his name.
He was a small time gang member and had one hell of a temper.
The police asked me if I understood that I would most likely be called to testify against him, I was scared and wanted him of the street so I had no problem with it.
Well the weeks went by slowly and I went to work at a different restaurant, the day of the trial I was aloud to testify without Juan in the room.
He received thirty years behind bars and I went home.
A year passed and I had almost forgotten about Juan, I was looking forward to my wedding.
Bree was going to be my maid of honor and was helping me pick out mine and the brides maids dresses.
We had all sorts of fun, I don’t know what it was but I had a weird feeling in my gut when I woke up that morning.
Me and Bree had a ball, my dad gave me his little card and told us to have fun, my dad had just hit it big in the lottery when the numbers he gave in landed nineteen million five hundred and fifty thousand big ones in his bank account, that is after taxes.
My wedding was going to be grand, my dad had forked out eight hundred thousand bucks for his princess, even though I told him I just wanted a simple wedding.
But he wouldn’t have it, this being the only time he would be able to give his only daughter away, so he was going to do it in style.
Kent had just graduated with his networking degree and the wedding was in three days, him and mike his best man went to find tuxes while me and Bree looked at dresses.
We looked all morning and couldn’t find the perfect one.
Until I saw it, it was in a far off corner. It was the most beautiful dress I had ever laid my eyes on.
I asked the clerk and my jaw hit the floor and Bree gasped when she told us it was a custom made one of a kind dress. Price tag, $95.000.00!!!
I slumped my shoulders because I couldn’t do that to my dad, then I felt a large hand on my shoulder.
I looked up to see my dad standing there, I almost passed out when he told the clerk” If it fits we’ll take it.
Bree started jumping for joy and telling me how pretty I would look in it as I walked down the isle.
To my amazement it fit like it was made for me, I guess all the working out and the karate will help a girl stay slim and sexy right.
Me Kent, mom, dad, Bree and mike went out to the olive garden where the boys had proposed. We talked for almost four hours about everything.
From the good memories to the bad ones, we had a great time and it was one of the best nights of my life.
Know in the time since I had met Bree I had started going to church more often then I used to, I wasn’t the best Christian in the world but I wasn’t the worst either, little did I know that on that night something would happen that would put my faith to the biggest test of my life.
When we were leaving the boys were in the bathroom and my parents had already left a few minutes before.
Bree went to the bath room as well so I started for my new Cadilac Escalade, I was walking across the lot when I saw a man come out from between some cars.
He had a ski mask on and was heading for me, I wasn’t that far from the front door but I couldn’t run.
he lifted the gun and said ”Juan says hello” I closed my eyes bracing myself for the moment the bullet would tare through my body.
I felt something warm press against the front of my body and something tighten around my waist then I heard the gun shot and a click.
But I didn’t feel anything, I opened my eyes in time to see Kent tackle the man after his gun jammed.
But I felt the life drain from my soul when I looked down to see that Bree had her arms wrapped tightly around me, she looked up at me and she had a little line of blood going down the side of her chin.
She smiled and said I’ll see you at the gates sis, as she fell to the ground.
I would like to say that she held on till the ambulance got there but the truth is that the best friend I ever had died in my arms that night.
Mike was in such shock they had to carry him to the hospital, I wasn’t much better.
On the day that I was suppose to walk down the isle they lowered the casket of the best person I had ever had the pleasure of knowing into the ground.
My whole world was crushed I was a complete wreck for months after, if it wasn’t For Kent I don’t know what I would have done.
It was almost a year and a half later before me and Kent were married in the court room.
My heart had a huge hole that couldn’t be filled even with his love, every night I would close my eyes and dream about my friend.
I would see that big goofy smile, the same goofy grin she always had even when she died she was smiling.
But even with all my grief I knew of three other people who were taking it harder then anyone else.
Mike was so heart broken he had to sit in a wheel chair at the burial, sometimes I think the only thing thats kept him going is his love for Nick and Sasha.
They had lost there only mother and were still to young to really remember her.
Mike kept his faith strong believing that’s what Bree would have wanted.
Me I let mine almost slip away to the point it was almost gone, I had blamed a lot of people including God for what had happened.
But the day I regained my faith and started to believe in miracles again was three and a half years after Bree’s death.
Me and Kent had searched every orphanage in the state of Wyoming and the surounding stats, but we just couldn’t find the right child.
We had all but given up when it happened.
I went to get the mail one afternoon when I got home.
I looked through it and saw a small letter that was addressed to my neighbor down the street.
I don’t know what made me decided to open it knowing I would be breaking the law but I did.
Inside was a pamphlet about a children’s home in the state of Main, It was a long way to drive so I put it back on the counter to return to my neighbor at a later time.
The pamphlet kept coming to my mind and was driving me crazy so a few days later I called and set up a meeting and although Kent said I was crazy a few more days later I was at the home talking to the owner.
I was taken around the place and didn’t see anyone that felt right, I was thinking the whole trip was a waste of time when I saw her.
In a corner playing with a little doll house sat a girl of about three years old with hair so blond it was almost white, I started watching the child play and decided to walk over to her.
I knelt down beside her and asked her what she was doing,
“Pwain wit my ouse” she said in a cute little voice that would melt the coldest of hearts.
I asked her what her name was” She looked at me with a big smile on her face and said””Bwitny” I sat and played with her for about another thirty minutes and then she looked at me with those big beautiful sky blue eyes and asked me to put her hair into a pony tail.
I smiled and took the little pink hair band she pulled out of the doll house, I grabbed a hand full of hair and went to pull it up into a pony tail when I froze.
I slowly moved her hair away and felt the tears start to come out, right there on the back of her little neck in the same place Bree’s was, sat a perfectly shaped heart birthmark.
I put my arms around her and knew I had found my daughter.
I had to stay in Main for quite a while before everything was said and done, when we got back home we had a big welcome back party and Britney Ann Peterson was welcomed the family.
That night I went and did what I still sometimes do today, I went out to the barn behind our at the time new house and turned on the light.
I walked over to the behemoth of a vehicle that was once my best friends pride and joy but is now my most prized position and climbed in.
I sat in the passenger seat and relived those days of riding with Bree through the back roads and trails of Wyoming, some times I swear I can still her jolly laugh and every time it brings me to tears.
I got back in church and regained my faith and it became stronger then ever before.
I’ll never forget the day I sat face to face with the man who shot my best friend and told him that I forgave him for what he had done.
Carlos broke down in tears and confessed that he too had found faith and was truly sorry for what he had done.
Since he had been in prison he had given his life to Christ and had become the new prison Chaplin. He had personally convinced the warden to start a scared straight program and a class to educate young at risk kids about the reality of gangs and living a life of crime and where they could get you.
Either dead or in prison.
We still keep in touch, and he’ll be getting out in thirty five years, I feel sorry for him because when he did what he did he was just a naive fifteen year old kid who let someone use him and ruin his life.
I left the prison that day feeling twenty tons lighter, I never got the chance to forgive Juan to his face. He was stabbed to death by a rival gang member in the prison yard fight before I got the chance.
Needles to say my life seems to be back on track, me and Kent will soon be renewing our vows with a proper wedding and guess what, i still fit in the dress. I will always remember my best friend and all the good times we had as well as the bad.
I know one day we will meet again but until then, I’m just going to pull this thing up between my legs and keep living life to its fullest.
I love and miss you Bree. RIP your friend Becky.
The end.