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Chapter 2
 
“Hey sis, do you like the new wig?” Kelly asked, as she put on one of her sister's skirts.

“I love it. I bet you had to rake a lot of yards to get me this didn’t you?” Katie adjusted and fixed the very real looking wig over her head.

“There I look like a normal girl again!” she smiled while objectively looking herself over in the mirror.

“Sis, you are a normal girl even without the wig.” Kelly said as she stood beside her twin sister.

“You know most girls don’t have a bald head right?” Katie asked.

“You know I hate it when you run yourself down like that.” Kelly said in a stern but kind way.

“I know sis, but I..”

“No buts! You are just as normal as any other girl out there and as soon as your over this and you grow your real hair back like it used to be, I’ll braid it for you. Okay?”

Tears welled up in Katie's eyes.

“I love you sis.” Katie breathed out, choked with emotion.

Kelly hugged her from behind.

“So what do you want to do today? Hmm? Mom and dad won‘t be home till late.” asked Kelly.

Katie smiled, enjoying her sister's hug. “I’m not feeling too good today. Can we just watch TV together?”

“Sure. Let's go.”
 
 
The two walked to the den and sat down to watch TV. After awhile, Kelly got up to go to the bathroom. As soon as as she sat down on the toilet, she just sighed at that horrid thing between her legs.

“One day,” she thought.

She was almost finished when she heard Katie yell for her!

Kelly quickly wiped and pulled her slacks back up tripping as she ran. Katie was coughing and dry heaving on her knees on the floor as she made it to her side.
 
 
Buzz! buzz! buzz!

Randy smacked his alarm off.

He groaned as he looked over at his night stand. Tears were already trickling down his cheek when he saw his sister’s bright smile in the picture beside his bed. The dreaming of that final day always haunted him. He clenched his fist in anger and started to wipe away his tears.

As he prepared for school, Randy thought about his little excursion yesterday as his true self. Kelly had started out as a joke to give his twin sister a laugh after Katie had said she wished she had a sister to do girl things with. Randy became Kelly to get closer with his sister. After awhile, the acting wasn't acting anymore. Kelly had found that being a girl had felt natural to him. It was trying to act as a boy that was becoming bothersome. Somehow, he had become Kelly and didn't know when he had really become her and Randy became the daily disguise.

After Katie di... was gone... Randy had to shut Kelly away.

Those feelings of being free and being herself were still just as strong as they were back then. She couldn't deny them anymore. She had finally let them out for the first time in a long time that Saturday. Freedom! The only thing she didn’t count on was running into the boy she not only has had a crush on all along, but has been torturing for the past year as her boy self. Things were getting complicated.

Randy got dressed and put his contacts in. Grabbing his book bag, he then headed off to school.

He made it to the bus stop early. When the school bus arrived, he boarded it and went to the back to sit with his friends Toby and Butch.

Toby was a lot taller than Randy, but then again, most people were taller then him. Toby had short black hair and green eyes and was as mean as a school bully could come.

Butch, whose real name was Juan, was a quiet Hispanic kid with dyed bright red and blue hair. He wasn’t that mean and sometimes he could even be called a good kid. But he ran with Toby and Randy, so other people would not pick on him.

“Yo Randy! What’s up?” Toby greeted him.

“Same shit, different day” Randy replied, squirming slightly to make sure he was acting like he normally did as a boy.

“So, what you going to do over the Thanksgiving Holiday week?” Toby asked.

Randy knew that Kelly was going to be out and about a good bit because his mom, who is a nurse, has to work all this week, then gets the next week off.

“I’ve got to go visit my kin folks out of town,” Randy made up on the fly.

“Me too man.” Toby felt all bummed out. “Dangit! Just what I want to do with a week off... go and visit my dads folks!” Toby would truthfully rather being doing anything but!

“I know what you mean guys,” said Butch. “Me and my family are going to New Mexico for the whole week to visit my grandparents, so I wont be able to hang out either.”

The boys talked until they arrived at school, and then they went their separate ways to class.
 
 
Randy was walking down the hall when he saw him! Tommy was putting his things into his locker. Nervous and fearing that Tommy would recognize him, Randy turned his head away from Tommy and looked away to the other side of the hallway as tried to walk on by.

Tommy glanced up and sighed. “Hey Randy.”

Randy froze on the spot and stared right at Tommy. He didn’t know what to do! Inside he was panicking and on the verge of running away. “Oh my god! Does he recognize me??” Randy fearfully thought.

“Here’s your cash,” Tommy said as he pulled out some bills and placed a folded $10 bill into Randy's hand.

Randy glanced down at the money as Tommy pushed the bill into his hand and sort of curled Randy's fingers around it. Randy then looked back up at Tommy and tried think of what to say.

“Thanks dweeb! I guess you won’t get beaten today.” Randy said as he took the money and shoved it down into his pants pocket.

The funny thing is, other than pushing and shoving, Randy had never laid a hand on Tommy. But, he threatened him all the same.

“Get out of here!” he growled and Tommy walked off.
 
 
Randy waited until Tommy was around the corner before looking around to make sure no one was looking. He knew the code to unlock Tommy’s locker so he opened it.

Unzipping Tommy’s backpack, he pulled out the money that Tommy had given him and stuffed the folded $10 bill back inside at the bottom of Tommy's backpack and zipped it shut.

He then closed the locker door and hurried off to class.
 
 
Tommy wasn't all that upset about losing the ten bucks. He was on cloud nine thinking about his upcoming date with Kelly. His head was so far in the clouds, he didn’t realize his buddy Joe was talking to him as he was walking along until Joe tapped him on the arm.

“Tom what gives?” Joe asked.

“Oh! Hey Joe. I'm sorry, I didn’t see you there.” Tommy seemed a little off.

“What’s up man?” Joe asked.

“Dude... I think I’m in love.” Tommy admitted with a goofy grin.

“Really? With who?”

“Her name's Kelly. I just met her Saturday and we spent the entire day hanging out at the theme park!”

“Is she good looking?” Joe asked.

“She’s the best looking girl I have ever seen in my life!!” Tommy almost floated off the ground when he said that.

“She must be hot if she’s got you acting like this man.” Joe said.

“She is!” Tommy admitted. “And funny to. We’re gonna hang out some more this next Saturday. I can hardly wait!!!”

“Well if you can, get me some pic’s alright?”

“I’ll try man.” Tommy said.
 
 
That night, while Tommy was doing the last of his homework before he went to bed, he reached into his backpack to get a notebook. When he pulled it out, a folded ten dollar bill pulled out with it and dropped to the floor. Tommy bent down and picked it up. “Now where the heck did this come from?” he wondered.
 

 
The rest of the week flew by and Tommy was a little surprised. Randy hadn’t messed with him at all!! Even though he noticed that Randy had been staring at him during school, Tommy hadn't put much thought into it.
 
 
“Today’s the day!” thought Tommy as he put on his best jeans and a plain blue car heart t-shirt. He even went to get his hair cut too! He really wanted to look good for Kelly.

At twelve noon, Tommy stood by the gate to the park. He was thinking about what he wanted to do with Kelly when he felt someone tap him on his shoulder.

He turned to see Kelly standing there in a simple yellow sun dress and flip-flops as well as her shy smile.

“Hey, what’s up?” Kelly softly greeted him.

“Wow!” Tommy blurted in surprise as he saw how beautiful she was. He eyed her in up and down. He could see her standing there sort of blushing under his stare. “I mean... nothing much. What would you like to do?”

“I thought you might want to do something today,” she nervously said, trying to break through the awkwardness. Kelly was still scared somewhat that Tommy might discover who she was, but the thrill of someone actually liking her and wanting her was something new and frightening at the same time. His looking at her made her feel both nervous and delighted.

“You want to go to a movie? My treat?” Tommy offered.

“Sure. What would you like to go see?” Kelly asked.

“Well... What would you like to see”? Tommy bounced the question back to her. Kelly then knew Tommy was thinking of her first, so to avoid a long "ping-pong play" of the question, she decided, “Well the movies are all the same price, so if we bought one ticket to a movie we’re old enough to see, it won’t be stealing if we go and see that new movie Faster with The Rock in it!” she slyly said with a smile on her face.

“Won’t they check once the movie starts?” Tom wondered.

“They do, but they never check the very top seating rows.”

“Ok then Faster it is.” Tommy said, knowing that he had been wanting to see that movie too.
 
 
They walked the four blocks from the park gate to the theater. There, they bought two tickets for the new Disney movie, and once out of sight of the ticket taker in the theater lobby, they went to the theater room playing the movie they wanted to see.

“This is exciting!” Tommy whispered.

“Yeah! That’s why I like doing it.” Kelly giggled.

The movie started and they both watched as The Rock paced back and forth in his cell.

While they watched, Tommy’s hand slid over to Kelly’s. Before he even got halfway, Kelly grabbed his hand and held it giving him a squeeze. He looked at her and she was smiling.

At some point in the movie Kelly had to go to the bathroom.

She stood up and whispered, “I'll be right back.”
 
 
After a few minutes, Tommy realized all that soda had made him have to go to, so he got up and left.

He was walking down the hall when he heard a commotion from around the corner.

Kelly had just come out of the bathroom, when a group of older boys come up and started harassing her.

The one who seemed to be the leader, was a black kid named Tony. He and his group of misfit friends, three in all, were only a year or two older than Kelly, but were a lot bigger because of her small size.

“You got some pretty lips girl. Maybe you and I can go back behind the building and then you can show me if your any good with them!” he jeered. Then both he all his friends laughed.

Kelly knew she would be in trouble if they got her back there. She saw a large gap between them and was fixing to jab him in the jaw then make a break for the ticket counter, when she heard “Let her go asshole!!”

She turned to see Tommy standing there. There was something different about him though.

“What da hell did you just call me honky”!! Tony snarled.

“I said LET-HER-GO.” Tommy calmly and fiercely commanded. He didn’t stutter like he sometimes did and stood his ground, showing absolutely no fear at all.

“He’s gonna get his ass kicked!!!” Kelly thought to herself as her eyes went wide in fear.

“If you let her go this instant, I’ll let you walk away. This is your only chance.” Tommy said.

“Oh Really?” Tony incredulously doubted as he grabbed Tommy who was an inch or two shorter by his shirt.

“What you gonna do if I don’t?” Tony grinned right in Tommy's face.

“This!” Tommy stated.

And before Tony could react, Tommy was already behind him with his arm locked in a painful vice-like grip! Tony’s friends tried to move in to help him but stopped when Tommy iterated, “One more move to help him and I’ll snap his arm.” Tony winced as Tommy slightly lifted his arm to show he wasn’t kidding. "...Then I'll come for the two of you."

The other boys backed away. Tommy let go and kicked Tony toward his friends. Then they all went running out of the theater.
 
 
Kelly was shocked!! The boy who her boy self had been pushing around was a grade-A ass kicker!!

“Are you okay”? Tommy asked as he grasped Kelly's hand.

“Yeah...ummm wow! Thanks!” Kelly flushly felt a wave of relief. She did not want to get involved in a fight and be exposed. Not in front of Tommy! And he really knew some moves! It made Kelly doubt that her boy self could have really ever beaten him in a fight, not that she would have ever wanted to in the first place.

“I think we’ve missed most of our movie,” Tommy said, disappointed. “What do you say we go get something to eat?”

“Sure, there’s a Wendy’s right down the street.” she said.
 
 
They both sat down at a table in Wendy's and started to unwrap their orders.

Still in awe of Tommy's fighting prowess, Kelly asked him, ‘Where did you learn to fight like that?”

“My dad. He taught me.” Tommy looked a little sad.

“Does he teach fighting?” Kelly asked, genuinely interested.

“He... He died two years ago.” Tommy admitted.

“Oh my god! I’m sorry. I really am. I didn’t mean to upset you.” She reached over and grasped his left hand with both of hers.

“It’s fine. You didn’t know.” he said while letting a sad smile come across his face.

“My dad was a member of a biker gang.” Tommy said.

Kelly's jaw dropped. “He was??”

“My dad tried getting out of the gang, but the only way of getting out was death” Tommy said.

Kelly put her hand up, “It’s okay. You don’t have to talk about it. Let's just eat and forget I ever mentioned that.”

Kelly looked up at his face while she took a small bite from her burger. Tommy's eyes held a deep sadness.

“No... you need to know about me.” Tommy decided. He continued, “I was a bad kid when I was younger. I used to fight and bully people all the time.”

Kelly coughed, as she partially choked on her bite, upon hearing that Tommy could have ever been anything like her boy self was.

“I wanted to be just like my dad though - a tough biker guy! But then...” Tommy was letting tears drip from his eyes. “...When I saw my dad in that hospital bed...”

He was starting to cry.

Kelly swallowed her burger bite and stopped eating.

“The last thing my dad said to me was: Son I want you to be a better man then me. I don’t want you to travel down the roads that I have. You’re a good kid and I love you. Promise me you’ll never fight! Never, unless your’s or someone you care about’s life is in danger.”

“I promised him that I would be a good person and not follow in his footsteps.” Tommy said as he sipped his drink. "That's why I don't fight unless I have to. I also don't want people knowing that I can fight either, because then they'll start picking them with me."

Kelly took another bite and sipped her soda. “My dad and sister are gone too.”

“They are? What happened?” Tommy asked.

“My dad died when I was little, so I never knew him. But my.... si..sister... she died of cancer... two years ago.”

Kelly broke down crying and covered her face. Tommy reached across and placed his hand on her arm and gave her a reassuring squeeze. After a few more moments, Kelly calmed down and wiped her reddened face with a napkin. She was very thankful that due to the time of day, no one other than the staff were at the restaurant at that moment.
 
 
After they talked a bit more, Kelly said that she needed to head on home.

Tommy picked up the tray and disposed of their trash before walking out together. The two walked very close to each other while holding hands. Kelly and Tommy both seemed to be a little more cheerful by the time they reached the bus stop.

Tommy let go of her hand and asked, “Would you like to come to my house this Thursday night for Thanksgiving supper?”

Kelly thought for a moment. “I’ll have to talk with my mom first, but I might.”

Tommy looked hopeful. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper which he handed to her.

“Here is my number, like, in case you needed to call me.”

Kelly was kind of surprised. She smiled and said, “Here’s my cell number.”

She reached into her purse took out a thin black marker then wrote her number on Tommy’s forearm.

“And one more thing...” She said as she looked into his eyes. The bus had just pulled up to a stop beside them.

“Hmmm?”

Before Tommy could react, Kelly leaned forward and planted a kiss on his cheek. She giggled out “See ya!” before jumping on the bus.

Tommy was in a complete daze as he walked along back home.
 
 
When Tommy entered his house, he was still in that daze. His mom was about to ask him what was wrong, when she noticed the pink lip outline on his cheek.

“Did you have fun on your date?” his mom asked, smiling at him.

“Yep.” he answered, oblivious to everything around him as Kelly's face and her kiss was still playing out in his mind as he sat down at the table.
 
 
Kelly had a wonderful day! She was enjoying the time she had spent with Tommy. But deep down, her conscience was tearing her apart.

“I have to tell him!” she thought “But how?!!”
 

 
Meanwhile, across town behind Johnny’s Pump & Go, a teenager and an older man met.

“Here’s half, you sure you can get it?” Tony asked as he handed the older man the wad of cash.

“Yeah, but the bullets will cost extra.” the older man said.

“I’m gonna make that punk-ass white boy and his little bitch friend pay!” he thought as he started to walk home.

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To Be Continued...
 

 

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The characters, situations, and places within this work are fictional. Any resemblance between actual people (living or dead), places, or situations is entirely coincidental.

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Chapter 3
 
Sunday morning was like any other for Randy. His mom had left at six am to go to work and he would be at home by himself for most of the day.

He woke up, crawled out of bed, and looked into the mirror. He vaguely saw Kelly's sleepy face staring back at him under his dark hair. He sighed, and headed to the bathroom.

Once he had finished, he walked into his sister's bedroom. There, Randy sat down at the vanity table and then started on the little makeup that he needed. Satisfied, he grabbed a white wool sweater, white blouse and black pleated skirt his sister's closet and laid them gently down on her bed. He hooked on the starter bra and slid the panties from her dresser up over his legs until it rested comfortably into place. He next donned the blouse and then the skirt. After smoothing out the skirt, Randy opened the bottom right dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of white knee-high stockings and slid them up each leg. Then, he meticulously laced up the calf high boots.

Kelly, now feeling more comfortable and assertive, slipped on her white sweater and looked over at her wig.

The finishing touch!

She went and gently lifted her wig up off of the wig stand on the dresser and slipped it over top of her head. Then, while looking in the mirror, she secured her wig by the headband and with a couple of hairpins.

Kelly was now complete.
 

 
Kelly left the house and walked over to the bus stop. Every year, on this day, was a sad one for Kelly. The memories were a part of her.

The bus pulled up with the air brake hissing and a pop - stopping the bus. The doors folded open and Kelly boarded. She sat down in her seat, keeping her skirt smoothed; so different from how she would plop down as her boy self. Kelly leaned against the window, staring out at nothing as the bus began to roll along.
 
 
After a while, the bus arrived at her stop. Kelly had been lucid enough to stop staring towards the end of the ride to notice that she was here. She stood up and exited the bus.

She breathed in deeply and then walked towards the cemetery. Her vision began to blur some as she neared row fifteen, stone thirty-six. On it, read 'Katie Ann Bishop 1999-2010.'

Kelly's voice cracked with emotion “Hey sis! How’s it going?” She placed a folded towel down on the ground in front of the headstone that she pulled out from her handbag and kneeled down on it.

“Gosh! It’s been a while.” Kelly choked out as she looked at the color picture of Katie's smiling face embedded in the stone. Kelly gently pressed her fingers against her sister's picture.

“As you can see, I finally got my courage back to become Kelly again.”

She felt warm water running from both of her eyes. She couldn't it in any longer.

“I miss you so much!!” She sobbed as she leaned forward and rested her head against her sister's image, as if trying to hug her.
 
 
After some time, Kelly pulled out a tissue and began to dab at her face. Most of her makeup had run off, but she didn't care.

“You know that boy I’ve been trying to get the courage to talk to? I went out on a date with him yesterday and kissed him.” Kelly half-giggled while sniffling. “I really like Tommy. He is smart, his personality is great, and he can definitely fight!” Kelly giggled at remembering last Saturday in the theater lobby. Tommy's ability to fight had really inspired within her a new found awe of him. She inhaled deeply.

“He is everything I want in someone to be with.”

Kelly looked down at the ground.

“But I’m scared!! I'm really scared!! I’m scared that I’ll be found out... and become a laughing-stock... of the town!”

She closed her eyes and leaned her head to rest it against her sister's stone. “I'm scared sis. I'm scared Tommy wouldn't like me if he knew! And then mom would hate me...”

Kelly clasped her hands together and held them to her heart. “I don’t want to hurt Tommy! But I don’t know how to tell him without him beating me... or getting angry. Then... then...he will never want to see me again!”

She clenched her eyes until spots of light dazzled her vision.

“I just don’t know Kate. How did I ever get into this mess?”

Kelly slumped against Kate’s grave stone, crying.

“Sis... please... help me.”
 
 
Kelly sat there for a long while after her cry. She let the strands of her wig hair get teased by the slight breeze. The clouds overhead slowly blew along, changing shape and size as they moved. She looked around: listening to the occasional bird chirping, the cars passing by way back towards the street, and feeling the sun on her skin.

Still no closer to a solution for her dilemma, she frowned. Kelly stood up and packed her towel back into her handbag.

Then, she bent forward and lightly kissed the top of her sisters grave stone. “I'll always love you.”

She turned and started to walk away. Kelly stopped suddenly and turned to look back.

Her sister's smiling face on the grave stone stared back at her.
 

 
Kelly was walking along the pathway from the burial plots to the cemetery entrance that faced the street, when her phone rang.

“Hello?” she answered.

“Kelly?” It was Tommy!

Kelly paused a moment and regained her composure of voice. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Not much. Would you like to meet me and my mom at Pizza Hut?” he asked.

An electric tingle passed straight down her spine as she realized there was a Pizza Hut right in front of her across the street! She looked over at it and saw a smiling Tommy waving to her through one of the big windows.

Kelly, trying to shake off that shiver of fear, wondered if Tommy had watched her back in the cemetery? She hoped not. It had to be a coincidence.

“Kelly?” Tommy's voice was still coming through her phone, reminding her that she was still on a call with him. “Come on over. It's our treat. We will wait for you before we order.”

“Coming.”
 
 
She smiled as she walked in.

“Hey Tommy!” she said as she sat down.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Tommy’s mom said.

Kelly saw a beautiful woman with long black hair and in her late thirties. She had a few tattoos that were noticeable and looked like she could handle herself pretty well in a fight.

“I’m Samantha Jones, Tommy’s mother, and you must be Kelly?” she inquired as they shook hands. “Tom told me you were pretty, but he didn’t do you justice.”

“MOM!” Tommy squirmed from embarrassment.

“I’m just kidding around.” she laughed.

“Thank you, Miss Jones.” Kelly said.

“Call me Sam. Everybody else does.”
 
 
The three talked for a while before they were done eating.

Kelly learned a lot about Tommy and his mother as well as their past.
 
 
Before they were about to leave, Kelly had to use the restroom. Sam also said she had to and followed along with her. Kelly hurried to the stall to relieve herself. Once done, she saw that Sam had waited at the sinks for her and was adjusting her makeup in the mirror.

As Kelly washed her hands, Sam got this funny look on her face.

“You know it’s not right to deceive Tommy like that,” she said as she was touching up her mascara.

“What do you mean?” Kelly gave Sam a weird look and pulled out a couple of paper towels, drying her hands off. Inside, she was feeling a knot grow within her stomach.

“I know you’re a boy.”
 
 
Kelly started shaking, stumbled back and fell. Kelly hit tried to grab the sink edge as she was falling down when Sam reached out and caught her. Sam gave a tug and pulled Kelly back upright.

“What are you going on about? I am sorry, I slipped...” Kelly was starting to say when Sam cut her off.

“Look I don’t care.”

Kelly stared at Sam as she turned back to the mirror and started to touch up her hair. Kelly was scared and felt trapped. After a catching her breath, she finally resigned herself to ask, “How? How did..I mean how...”

“Did I know?” Sam finished for her as she looked at Kelly in the mirror. “Because girls don’t have this.” Sam faced her and pointed her finger to the barely noticeable bulge in Kelly’s neck.

“Other than that, you seem like a complete girl.” Sam calmly said as she went back to work on her hair.

Kelly was incredulous that she had been exposed and by no less than Tommy's mother! What was she going to do now?

“You don’t care that I’m a boy? I mean... well... that I am boy, outwardly?” Kelly asked.

“I haven’t seen Tommy this happy since, well...” she paused and had that far away look that came over her face, “since his dad died.”

“That... and... Tommy’s Aunt Carol use to be his Uncle Bobby.” Sam said as she put her hair brush away and pulled out her tube of lipstick.

Kelly was absolutely fascinated. So Tommy's family had someone who was just like her in it!

“So your sister use to be your brother?”

“Mmmm hmmm.” Sam was running a light streak of lipstick on each lip and puckered her lips. “I love my sister just like I loved my brother. And I know all the crap he went through before she was happy. So honestly, I really have no problem with you being who you are. But Tommy, on the other hand, I don’t know about.”

Sam put her lipstick away in her purse and faced Kelly.

Kelly frowned. She felt awful guilty.

“I know. I hate lying by deception and not telling him yet. But other than you, I don't know anyone who would be accepting of me. I think you know what would happen to me if I were exposed to anyone, even in school. I have to be so careful about I am doing and where. Tommy is sweet and caring... and I like him!”

Kelly clasped both her hands together in front of her and mustered what determination she had to say her piece.

“I was trying to find a way and a time to tell him. Just I don't know how. And I'm really afraid, that when I do tell him... he won't want anything to do with me.” Kelly's eyes started to water again.

“I just don’t want to hurt him!” Kelly leaned on the counter staring down into the sink.

She felt a hand on her shoulder. “Look, you’re a sweet girl and I can tell you really care about my son. And whether you know it or not, he really does care about you. Take your time with him and make sure the time is right when you do tell him. Timing is everything.”

Sam pulled Kelly's left hand into hers and gave her a reassuring squeeze. “I know my son, and to be honest, I don’t think you being a boy is going to matter that much to him.”

Kelly looked up into Sam's face.

“You don’t?” Kelly asked.

Samantha chuckled. “I’m not saying that Tommy is gay, but I know he knows a pretty girl when he see’s one. And you are one very pretty girl. Besides, he might be a little more accepting then you think.”

Kelly, still feeling truly awful, lowered her head and softly said, “I’m very sorry I lied to Tommy.”

“It’s okay hon.” Sam again reassured her, "I understand the situation that people such as yourself have to go through and face every day. You have to do things to hide, and to survive. That's understandable. And when you care about someone, sometimes you do things that aren’t right at the moment, but in the end, if that person really cares about you, it will all turn out okay.”

“It’s just... I’ve liked him for a very long time. I think... I really lo...” Kelly paused.

“Love him?” Sam finished for her.

“Yes.” Kelly blushed.

They were silent for a minute while that truth of that statement sunk into the both of them.

“But if he finds out who I really am,” Kelly exclaimed, showing desperation in her voice, “I just know... I know... that he will beat the hell out of me!”

“Watch your language dear.” Sam sternly stated. “He won’t beat you, no matter what. Because I’ve raised him to be better than that. He will never raise his hand to a girl, and if he somehow does, he’ll have me to answer to!“

Samantha flexed her hands into fists.

Kelly blinked.

“By the way Kelly, what’s your real name? If you don’t mind my asking?”

Kelly gulped. A cold sensation washed throughout her. “Well you’ve called my house before. You even threatened to blister my hind end a few times.”

Kelly clenched her eyes shut braced for the impact of what she thought would be a very hard blow to her face.

Sam looked at her funny.

Slowly it dawned on her just who Kelly was.

Kelly, not feeling the impact of a blow, much less a slap, opened her eyes.

Sam mouthed the word 'Randy' to her.

Kelly nodded her head slowly.

“Oh my gosh! You're THAT....” and Sam whispered in a hushed tone, “Randy?!!”

Kelly again nodded. “Yes ma’am.”

Kelly knew she had just blew it and was trying to sink into the floor.

“Alright spill! I want to know everything!” Sam demanded.
 
 
Then it all came out: how Kelly came to be, the time after Katie’s death, the trying to suppress her feelings for Tommy, having to see him every day, all of it! Even the crush she‘s had on Tommy since the first day they met! She revealed it all. She even spoke of her light bullying of Tommy in her boy form; because she was so frustrated at how she felt and couldn't express it to him. It was driving her crazy.

Sam finally had to pull a crying Kelly into a motherly hug. “You poor thing. You’ve been through so much.”

“Well this is a pickle” Samantha mused as she gently rocked Kelly. “My son is unknowingly in love with his bully and his bully is head over heels in love with him. This could be a problem.”

Finally, Sam gave Kelly a pat on her back. “Look we’ve been in here almost an hour. So why don’t we go have a nice day at the park, then me and you will talk later while I drive you home. Sound okay to you?”

“Yes Ma’am,” Kelly said.

“Please don’t call me that. It makes me feel old.” Sam said as they were walking out together. “And I'm still young.”
 

 
Tommy was still sitting there at their table.

“There you two are. What happened in there? I thought I was going to have to call a search party or something.” Tommy said.

“Oh, we just had some girl talk that we had to do.” Sam said while looking over at Kelly.

Kelly just nodded, but just remained silent. Tommy took her hand and all three exited the Pizza Hut.

As they piled into their old pickup truck, Tommy could tell that something was different about her. She seemed more relaxed but somewhat sad at the same time. He even noticed that her eyelids were slightly puffy too.
 
 
At the park, they pulled up over by the lake. Tommy and Sam got out and pulled out some fishing gear from the truck bed. Kelly slid down then shut the door on her side and joined them as they all headed down to the water.

Sam sat on the bank and watched the kids as they fished.

“So young and to have gone through so much,” she thought. “But she’s not the only one who’s gone through a lot. I hate lying to her, but some things need time before they can come out. Kelly needed to know I won’t judge her. I just hope Tommy has the sense in him I know he has.”

Sam looked at the picture she had in her hand. It showed a skinny tattooed guy with long black hair with his arm wrapped around a very pretty blond girl. The memories of that night in Georgia came flooding back.

“I miss you...” Sam whispered as a lone tear fell on the girl's face.
 

 
It was getting late. Tommy had caught two small minnows and had them in his catch basket. Kelly almost had one herself, but dropped her pole into the water when the fished tugged hard on the line. It had startled her. The splash of water on her at first had shocked her, then both her and Tommy laughed as he waded in a little to retrieve the pole.

Kelly pulled the towel in her handbag out, and after she dried off, they packed on up and drove on towards home.

They weren’t far from Tommy’s and Sam’s house so they dropped Tommy off first.

“Kelly, I'll see you next Saturday?” Tommy asked.

Kelly smiled. “Sure.”

Tommy gave a goofy grin. “Cool beans! See you then!”

Tommy shut the truck door and waved goodbye to her as he jogged up to the front door.

Sam and Kelly drove on to her house.
 

 
“Did you have fun today?”Sam inquired.

“Yes. Thank you very much for it. And thank you too, you know...for not telling.” Kelly softly replied.

“It’s not my place to tell dear. I do want you to, of course, when the time comes. Tommy might be mad at first, but he will come around.”

“I hope so. I really do.” Kelly whispered as she brought both her knees together and folded her arms against her.

Sam could see the nervousness within Kelly.

“Does your mom know about Kelly yet?” Sam asked.

“No. I haven’t told anyone yet, well, other than you.”

“So have you thought about how you're going to tell him?” Sam asked.

“I don’t know.” Kelly blurted. “It's not exactly like I have ever done this before. This has only been my second time out with him. And I’m scared!”

“It’s best to get this behind you dear. And the sooner the better, before you get in too deep.” Sam said.

Kelly glared back at Sam. “I already said that I don't know how too! What would have me do?”

Sam thought about it for a minute as she slowed at a corner and turned.

“How about this. I’ll put the idea of a proper date somewhere nice in Tommy’s head. I'll forward him the money so you both can have a good time. Then when you and him go out, I’ll trail along in case he does blow a gasket. If he does, I'll help calm him down so that you can explain it to him. You won't be going it alone. I'll be there. Sound like a winner to you?”

“You know what? I think that’s a great idea!” Kelly admitted.

“We can make it a fancy date. You want to go all dressed up, right?” Sam prodded while smiling.

Kelly nodded and blushed.

“Well I'll think of a good place and a good area the two of you can go to and put the suggestion to Tommy. If you get cold feet, there will always be another time. But it would be best to get this out of the way so that the two of you can start being honest with each other. Honesty and trust.”

Sam brought the truck to a gentle stop at Kelly's driveway.

Kelly saw that her mom wasn't home yet. Good.

She got out, and waved at Tommy's mother as she drove off.
 

 
Kelly had a lot on her mind that night as she lay in her bed.

“Miss Samantha is right. I have to tell him. If nothing else, maybe we can at least be friends.” she thought as she drifted off to sleep.

It was a restless night.

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Chapter 4
 
Kelly and Tommy had been spending a lot of time together during the week. The plan that Tommy's mother had come up with to give her the right opportunity to tell Tommy seemed reasonable, and yet, Kelly was dreading it. All the unknowns of what could happen afterwards... but she knew it had to be done.
 
 
The two were sitting on Tommy’s couch watching a movie when Tommy whispered, “Kelly.”

“Hmm?” she replied, just enjoying being with him.

“How would you like to try and go on a real date?”

Kelly looked up at Tommy. “This must be the plan,” she thought, “Here it goes...”

Tommy looked into her eyes. “It would be a dance and get together at a local club my mom knows well. Just teens like us.”

Kelly's doubts melted as Tommy's grin widened. She felt his reassuring squeeze on her hand.

“I would love to,” she dreamily answered as she snuggled back up beside him to finish watching her movie with him.

A few minutes later, Sam popped her head in the room. “Kelly could you come with me to my room for a minute.”

“Sure,” she said as she got up.

Tommy clicked the remote, pausing the movie. “I'll wait for you to get back.”

Kelly smiled.
 
 
“I have a surprise for you,” Sam said as she walked to the closet.

“I hope it fits you” she said as she turned holding a long black dress. The dress went down to about an inch above her ankle and had a slit from the thigh down.

“Oh my gosh! It’s beautiful!!” Kelly exclaimed as she held the dress up against her dazzled with its look.

“I told the woman at the store my thirteen year old had a formal dance and wanted to look really mature.”

“This had to have cost a lot,” Kelly gulped, as her fingers dragged lightly across the fabric of the dress. “It just wouldn't be right having you to buy this just for me to use at the dance.”

Sam laughed. “Don’t worry it was used! And what's more, it's yours.”

Sam went back over to the closet and pulled out a matching pair of black two inch heels she then set on the bed.

“I also got you these. They came with the dress so I don’t know if they’ll fit you.” Sam admitted.

Kelly took off her sandals and slipped her foot in one.

“It’s a perfect fit!” she announced.

“I lucked out it seems.” Sam said. “I do have a good eye at measurements.”

“Yes you do!” Kelly tearfully said as she hugged her. “Thank you Sam.”

“You're welcome dear.” Sam smiled.

Kelly sniffled some as she pulled away and dabbed at the tears on her cheeks. “Why are you helping me like this?”

Sam sat down on the edge of her bed and answered, “Because it seems like the right thing to do.”

Sam patted the bed for her to sit down beside her. Kelly did.

“And, at the moment, you're like the daughter I never had. That, and I like helping people.” Sam added.

Kelly stared down at her lap, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

Sam waited for a minute, and seeing that Kelly was kind of stuck pondering things, broke the silence.

“Did he ask you”?

“Mmmm. Yeah. And I can’t wait!” Kelly exclaimed.

Sam noted Kelly's reaction. “Look, when your on this date with Tommy, I want you to focus only on the date - not about telling him. It is more about you being yourself and having a good time.”

“Ok” Kelly said sounding a little down.

“Just have fun and be the girl you already are. I know you're scared, but I can also tell it’s going to be alright.” Sam said as she hugged the girl.

Kelly wiped her nose.

“Would you like to try them on?” Sam asked.

Kelly shook her head. “No thank you. I want it to be on the night of the dance when I wear it.”

“Well before you go, I need a few more measurements.” Sam said as she held up a tape.

Kelly stood up moved as she was directed to by Sam as she was measured.

“Ok I got them. Don't worry about a thing. Go on back to your movie and your boyfriend.” Sam giggled.
 
 
Kelly walked into the room with a bright smile on her face.

“What was that about?” Tommy asked as he unpaused the movie.

“Just some more girl talk,” she cryptically answered. Despite several small attempts by Tommy to prod her for more, she resisted. She just curled up beside him to enjoy their movie together for a little while longer.
 

 
It was getting a little late and Kelly needed to get home. She said her goodbye to both Tommy and Sam and left waving good night to him as he watched her walking away from the his front door.

She was lucky she left Tommy's when she did! She heard her mom arriving home just as she locked the bathroom door.

After she carefully returned to resembling Randy again, she stashed her stuff under her bathroom sink to move later from.
 
 
Randy hopped downstairs and found his mom watching TV in the living room.

“Hey mom.”

“Hi sweetie. How was your day?”

“It was cool. How was yours?”

“I have some good news!!”

“What is it mom?”

“I’m off tomorrow! So I thought we could spend the day together.”

“Oh! Well... I sorta already have plans...” Randy admitted, feeling really awful because he hardly ever spent any time with his mother.

“Okay, well... that’s fine.” she said. She acting like she wasn’t hurt, but Randy could tell.

“I change what I wanted to do.” Randy offered.

“Oh its fine sweetie. I’ll just rent a movie. You go on and have fun.” she smiled.

Randy felt a deep hurt inside. He knew it would be neglecting her and yet she wanted to spend time with him.

“Ok mom.” Randy said as he sat down beside her and snuggled up with her. Randy's mother was surprised! It had been years since they had snuggled.

“Is something on your mind?” his mom asked, wondering if this was her own child.

“Nawww. I’m just tired.” he said.

They watched TV together for a little while more enjoying each other's company. After awhile, Randy touched his mother's arm.

“I'm going to head on to bed. Nite mom.”

“See you tomorrow honey,” she patted his shoulder as Randy broke from the snuggle and stood up.

Randy smiled and looked down as he gave her a small wave and turned to head on upstairs.
 

 
Randy tossed and turned all night, having dreams about when he told Tommy the truth. In one dream, Tommy jumped across the table and started beating him to a pulp. The pain of the blows blinded his vision of the dream and the dream faded out with the lingering and sad feeling within Randy of Why? In another, he was in a ball gown with Tommy dressed as a prince. Tommy had finished dancing with him and turned to go off with another girl in a similarly dressed gown. As Randy tried to chase after Tommy, incredulous that he would leave him, Tommy turned around and said, “Why would I want to be with you? I want to be with a real girl.”

The fear and horror of Tommy doing this to him broke his heart. The dream faded with shame, horror, and intense sorrow engulfing him. I am a girl! Tommy!!! I am a real girl! In what was the last of the dream sequences, Tommy stood up and was suddenly dressed like Rambo. He pulled out a machine gun from nowhere and aimed it right at him! As soon as the first bullet hit Randy, he woke up!

The pain and shock of the realism of the dream had been too much for him to continue dreaming it. He was still panting and his heart was racing from it. This was not a good night at all!

Randy wiped his tears away as got up out of bed. He opened his bedroom door and went downstairs.
 
 
It was dark downstairs, but he saw that the kitchen light was on so he tip toed over to the door and peeked in.

His mom was sitting at the kitchen bar counter, holding a picture that had been taken from a few years before.

It was a picture of her, Katie and Randy and their dad back before he left from when they went to the beach down in Biloxi, Mississippi. Randy remembered it because it was the next day that they found Katie coughing up blood in the hotel bathroom.

More sorrow and pain.

Randy turned around and went back up to his room.

He flung himself down onto his bed, frustrated and hurt.

Randy wondered deeply if what he was doing the right thing.

Am I really a girl? Really? Am I Kelly? Or can it be... am I really... Randy? he thought as he pushed himself back under the covers.

Just who am I? Who? Randy pulled the blanket up tight around his neck and pushed his head deeper into the pillow trying to get comfortable. Kelly and how she felt pervaded his entire being. Soft, soothing, and so nice. Randy smiled.
 

 
When Randy got up, it was almost noon. He went out in the hallway and went over and quietly opened up his mother's bedroom door. He saw that she was sound asleep in her room. Cautiously, and as quietly as possible, Randy closed the door.

He tip toed over to Katie’s room and started packing.

He grabbed a light pink pleated skirt and a white long sleeve turtle neck. Then he packed in some white tights and his favorite knee high brown moccasin boots. He also placed his makeup kit and a bag with his wig in it on top of the rest. He zipped his school backpack up and strapped it on.

Randy went outside and slipped onto his bike. He rode down the street until he found the small gas station. As he usually did, he walked his bicycle around back and locked it up on the old bike rack, still halfway attached to the building wall, with a chain through it and both tires and the frame. Then he went around the side of the building to the bathroom and locked the door. It was unisex so no one would question if a girl came out from it.

He got to work on changing. Fifteen minutes later, which was a personal best record, Kelly exited the gas station bathroom and walked down to the bus stop.
 
 
A young man in baggie shorts, white sneakers, and white hat cocked to the side, was walking down the street when he saw her.

“That’s that little bitch from the theater!!” he thought.

He looked around quickly and spotted an unchained bike outside a store next to him. He jumped on it and took off.

“Where the hell is this bitch going??” he thought while struggling to keep up with the bus. After about twenty-five minutes and three stops later he saw her get off. Sweating profusely and exhausted, he ditched the bike and began to follow her.
 

 
While Kelly was walking down the sidewalk, she had an uneasy feeling like she was being watched. She glanced about several times, but seeing nothing out of the ordinary, she shrugged it off.

She turned down a side street and then another neighborhood corner until she came to Tommy’s house. She saw Tommy working on his dad's old motorcycle in the shed off to the side of the house.

She stealthily padded o nthe grass up behind Tommy then suprised him by engulfing him in a loving hug.

“Wha…? Oh! hey Kell”! Tommy laughed as he dropped his wrench, turned and hugged her back.

“Are you ready for tonight” he asked.

“Yep! I’ve got everything here.” Kelly said, holding up her school pack that she had just unstrapped and slid off of her back.

“Would it be ok if I looked?” he mockingly smiled as he made a playful grab for the bag.

“No!” Kelly refused, feeling that streak of fear shoot through her limbs.

“You’ll see it when I’m wearing it,” she laughed.

Tommy’s face got real red as he gave her that familiar goofy grin.

“What time does the dance start?” she asked

“We’ll need get there about seven,” he smiled.

“Well, I’m going to go say hi to your mom. I'll be back out in a few minutes.” she said.

Tommy tickled her side and playfully chased her a few steps as Kelly dashed laughing towards the back door.
 
 
Kelly knocked on the screen door and found Sam working on lunch.

“Oh hey Kelly, What’s up?” Sam said as Kelly came inside.

Sam was putting some pan baked style corn bread into the oven.

“Mmm I'm here to spend as much time as I can with Tommy.” Kelly blushed a little from making her intention known. “What ya cooking?”

“Oh not much, just some corn bread, squash, mashed potatoes, butter beans and fried chicken.”

“Wow!! That sounds really good! Would you like some help?” Kelly offered.

“Naw! I’m pretty much done. All I left to do was the chicken, but I had just put it on to fry before you came in.”
 
 
After some girl to girl chat, mostly Sam asking about Kelly's feelings and offering her some advice for what to avoid tonight, the oven timer dinged. Sam pulled the corn bread out of the oven and started picking the chicken from her small deep fryer.

Kelly yelled out the back door for Tommy to come in and eat.
 
 
Lunch was great! Kelly got to spend some more time with Sam and Tommy. Afterwards, they watched a couple of movies to pass the time away with.
 
 
Before long it was time to start getting ready.

“Well Kelly, why don’t we go and get ready upstairs while Tommy gets ready down here?” Sam asked.

The two walked upstairs.

“Ok go take a nice warm bath and use this” Sam said while handing Kelly a bottle of bath oil.

Kelly accepted the bottle and started for the bathroom door.

“Hey Kelly wait! I'm going to need your hair.” Sam whispered.

Kelly eyes went a little wide with discomfort, but relented and undid her wig and handed it to Sam. She then dashed into the bathroom and locked the door. Soon the sound of running tub water was heard.
 

 
Sam smiled when she looked over the wig. It was made using real human hair and was more fragile than regular wigs using synthetic hair. This particular wig, though, was extremely expensive. She placed it on a styrofoam wig head stand of hers she had bought and began to style it, using the utmost care.

By the time she was done, the wig looked like something out of a romance movie. She had used information from a book she had purchased to work on it with and had turned it from long straight hair to long cascading curls. Sam was quite pleased with the results.

Kelly was just peeking outside the bathroom door, obviously finished with her bath. She had her undergarments on. Kelly had a towel wrapped over her head and one wrapped around her torso to hide behind.

After seeing the coast was clear, Kelly dashed across the hall inside Tommy's mother's room.

As Kelly shut the door, she saw Sam holding the foam head stand displaying her own wig that Sam had styled.

“Oh my gosh!! It’s beautiful!”she almost squealed.

“Go ahead and sit down sweetie,” Sam motioned as she set the wig on the dresser.

Kelly sat down and after getting her "real, much shorter hair" dried thoroughly, Sam carefully placed and reattached the wig back onto Kelly’s head. She even used the bobby pins to secure it in place just like Kelly had been doing. She knew her stuff.

“Thank you so much!” Kelly gushed as she hugged Sam.

“You're welcome kid!” Sam happily said.

After that, Sam got to work using Kelly's trusty makeup kit to fully transform her into an image of beauty that Kelly never thought was possible. It was all in how it was applied and where.

“This cant be me!” Kelly said in disbelief as she observed herself in the mirror. Using her very own makeup, Sam had made her look stunningly beautiful. Even her wig, now styled gorgeously, lent itself to that image.

Kelly looked over at the dress Sam laid out on the bed, long and black. The very same one from the other day.
 
 
“Ok do you want tights, panty hose or these?” Sam asked as she handed Kelly a pair of black stay up stockings.

“Sam?! Where did you get these from?”

“The same store where I got the dress from. Personally I was surprised they even make them for teenagers, but, then I thought that maybe these would look better then tights or hose.”

“I love them!” Kelly stated as she opened up the package.

Sam turned around while Kelly set the towel on the edge of the bed and then changed out of her white panties to the black panties. She then slowly worked the sheer black stockings up along her legs one at a time.

Satisfied, Kelly wrapped the towel back around her torso again.
 
 
“Here try this,” Sam said as she handed what looked like a rubber bra without straps to Kelly.

“What is this?”

“Here, let me show you,” Sam said as she turned Kelly around and pushing the towel down some, pulled the bra around Kelly’s chest. After she clipped it on, she grabbed a black strapless bra, and put it over the tan one.

“Oh my gosh! I have boobs!” Kelly said as she looked at her new chest.

“The bra’s an A-cup and I think the padding fill’s it out nicely, don’t you?”

“Why are you doing all this for me and spending all this money?” Kelly asked.

“I think you’re a sweet girl who has gone through a lot and needs a little help from a friend.” Sam winked.

“And since you’ve been around, I’ve gotten to see my son’s bright smile more than I have in a long, long time. He’s really happy with you Kelly and I can tell that the two of you care very much for one another.”

Kelly nodded.

“You said that your mom doesn’t know, right?” Sam questioned Kelly to make sure she was right of the facts.

“No. She doesn’t.”

“Well, I highly doubted you were going to ask her for help in doing this anyways, so I have taken it upon myself to help you out.” Sam took a deep breath and smiled.

“But what about tonight? What if he hates me after I tell him?” Kelly quivered and was starting to tear up.

“Oh don’t cry sweetie! You’ll ruin your makeup job I just did for you.” Sam said as she quickly got a tissue and dabbed at the corners of Kelley's eyes. “Look it might be a little rocky, but I know my son and I know he’ll come around! He does love you. If it helps, I haven’t spent that much money on you. I make a pretty good living working on computers so money isn’t an issue.”

“Now this is your night and I want you to enjoy it! Comprende?”

“Yeah,” Kelly deflated with a smile as she set her towel down once again and put on her black thigh-length slip. She then picked up the dress and stepped into it, noticing that it now had a little padding in the hips.

“What’s with the padding”? she asked as she was able to zip it from the back up about halfway.

“I put that in last night with my sewing kit, I hope I did it right.” Sam laughed as she finished zipping Kelly's dress up all the way. “I was going by the measurements I took of you.”

“With the padding in the chest and hips along with her hair and makeup, I look a lot older than thirteen,” she thought. “maybe fifteen.”

“It’s perfect!” Kelly announced as she looked herself over in the mirror.

“Wait here while I go and check on Tommy,” Sam said as she left and went downstairs.
 
 
Tommy was sitting on the couch wearing what could only be described as a toned down tuxedo. He had the black dress pants and a button up maroon dress shirt with a black over coat. His hair was combed and slicked down. He looked very handsome.

“Tom, are you ready?”

Tommy grinned. “The question, mom, is are yall?”

Sam knew now was the time. “Come over here to the bottom of the stairs.”

Tommy got up and walked over to the stairs with Sam.

“Okay Kelly!” Sam hollered up. “Come on down.”

Tommy looked up the stairway just in time to see a vision of beauty, unlike any he had ever seen, coming down the stairs.

“Wowww!” Tommy exclaimed with his mouth hanging open.

Kelly descended down the steps gently, taking her time, and unable to contain the happiness that shone from within her. Tommy couldn't help staring at her face and drawn into those smiling eyes. Kelly then reached the bottom and grasped both of Tommy's hands. Tommy then pulled her wrist up and leaned over to kiss it.
 
 
“Okay son, you and Kelly look this way please!!!!! Smile!” she said. They turned and posed. Sam had grabbed her camera and was taking pictures of this occasion. She had gotten off quite a few good shots with some solo shots of each of them.

“Okay, Ill be right back down. Let me change into something more comfortable.” Sam rushed upstairs with the camera. She came back down in a almost knee length hunter green turtle neck sweater dress, black tights and calf high two inch heeled black buckle boots with her hair in a ponytail.

“Ok kids, are you ready?” she asked as she grabbed her purse and keys to her car.

“Yes we are mom.” Tommy replied. Kelly was leaning up against him, obviously enjoying her time with Tommy.

They went to the garage and she unlocked the door to her almost brand new ford focus.

After a little bit of thinking, Tommy got into the back seat and let Kelly, with her much tighter dress, sit up front.

Off they went.

As she drove, Sam said a quick prayer to herself hoping that her son would accept Kelly.
 

 
As they drove, they didn’t notice the beat up old Chevy van that followed them.

“Man why are we following these people again?”

“That mutha fucker and his little bitch friend embarrassed the hell out of me!!! So I’m gonna see how tough his ass is with this pointed on him!” Tony stated as he pulled out his new Calico M950 9mm pistol with a helical top mounted drum.

“OMG! Where’d you get that?”

“Old Billy out behind that gas station sold it to me.”

“You're not really going to shoot them are you?!!”

“Naw! I’m just gonna scare them pretty good. Enough to get back at them for what they did to me.”

“Hey they're stopping!” Tony said as he saw their car slowing down and its blinker turned on.
 

 
They turned into the parking lot of a very nice restaurant. After parking, Tommy and Kelly walked arm in arm into the restaurant.

“I’ll be at the bar you two, so have some fun!” Sam said as she walked over to where the other parents were congregated.
 
 
The restaurant had a large dance floor and there were several other kids out there dancing and goofing around.

“Well would you like to dance”? Tommy gracefully asked.

“I’m... I'm not really good...” Kelly stuttered.

“Neither am I. But I think, together, we can wing it.”

Kelly couldn't resist Tommy's grin.

Sam watched as Tommy and Kelly were dancing to a fast paced song while she sipped on her Hawaiian punch. It being youth night, alcohol wasn’t being served, but even the parents seemed to be having a good time dancing and talking.

They danced quite a few fast pace dances before they sat to eat. They both had burgers and fries.

“Not the most romantic dinner, but it's just fine with me.” Kelly reassured Tommy as she ate.

Kelly was keeping a strong face, but was very extremely nervous. She knew she had to tell Tommy, tonight, and right now. It was the right thing to do, but still, she had a severe case of cold feet syndrome!

She took a deep breath and was about to say it when a very nice slow song came on and the lights went very low.

“Can I have this dance with the prettiest girl here?” Tommy said as he stood and held his hand out.

Kelly nodded and stood up. “I need to do it. And soon!” she thought.

Tommy lead her out to the dance floor the other kids were dancing at and held her close. Most of the other kids seemed to be watching them as they were the best dressed couple in the house.

Tommy led and as it turns out they were both pretty good on the floor. Towards the end of the song, Tommy moved in and, before Kelly could react, he placed his lips on hers and held her in a long deep kiss.

It was pure magic! Kelly was on cloud nine and her mind was awash in bliss.
 
 
Some of the kids started clapping as Tommy broke the kiss on the final note of the song, smiling at Kelly. Tommy bowed to her.

Kelly knew that she still had to tell him right now, before things got deeper between them. Even if he didn’t accept her, she would still treasure this moment forever.

“Tommy! I need you to come with me for a minute, there’s something very important that I have to tell you.” Kelly whispered to him. Tommy nodded and she lead him out the front door away from the music and the other people.
 

 
Outside, Kelly’s heart was racing and she knew he had to know. It was killing her inside because she knew she was about to hurt him. But she was determined to do this.

Kelly panted and looked around.

“So what do you want Kell?” Tommy smiled at her, not understanding her anxiousness and very worried look.

“Tommy... do you like me?”

“Wha.. Of course I like you!” he laughed. “In fact I really, really, like you!”

Kelly, fighting her tears again, asked, “Would you still like me if I wasn’t who you think I am? It's complicated.”

Tommy looked puzzled. “What do you mean Kelly?”

“Tommy, look... I’m not really a g...” Kelly was then interrupted.

“Well lookie what we got here!”!came a voice from behind them.

They turned to see Tony standing there with a friend.

“What do you want? Can you not see we’re talking?” Tommy said while pushing Kelly behind him.

“Look you really embarrassed me the other day and I’ve been lookin' all over for you punk!” Toney hissed as he walked closer towards them.

“Stay back!” Tommy commanded.

“No... you stay back!” Tony growled as he pulled out his gun.

Tommy jumped back. Kelly felt a fear worse than telling Tommy about herself. The fear that Tommy might get killed!

“Both of you start walking!” Tony ordered while pointing to an ally off to the side. Tony slipped the gun back under his jacket to hide its presence.
 
 
They walked back around the side of the dance hall and int o the alley between it and another building and stopped at the end.

“You stay there, and you over there” he said as he pointed for Kelly to go to the right side of the ally.

Kelly didn’t want to move but Tommy tapped her side and told her to do it.

“Here Joey,” Tony said, giving the gun to his older friend.

“Keep an eye on him!” he shouted as he walked over towards Kelly.

“Don’t you touch her!!” Tommy yelled and started to move forward. Joey pointed the gun at him and walked closer to him in a threatening manner.
 
 
Even though Tony was only fourteen he was a very good size kid. Standing at five nine, 175 pounds. He was at least three inches taller then Tommy and five inches taller then Kelly.

Tony grabbed Kelly and started to pull her behind a dumpster.

“Let Me GO!!” She screamed as she punched him as hard as she could in the throat.

Tony gasped, grabbing his throat trying to breathe, in the process, letting her go.

Kelly went to run, but then felt something grab her hair, and pull. Tony grabbed the girls hair but to his surprise it came off in his hand.

Tommy stood face to face to Kelly, only it wasn’t Kelly.

It was... Randy?
 
 
It was hard to really see in the dim light of the ally and behind all that pretty makeup, but he wasn't sure.

“Tommy I...” Kelly, or Randy, was sobbing.

“What the fuck man?!!” Tony yelled as he grabbed Kelly by the arm and pulled her back hard to him, tripping her.

Kelly closed her eyes bracing for the punch.

But all she heard was a grunt.

She looked and saw Tommy between her and Tony.

Tommy did two quick chest punches and a strong upper kick to Tony's sternum that sent him flying on back towards his friend.

Tommy then looked toward Kelly. Was that really Randy? No, it couldn't be!

His brain was having a hard time trying to picture what he was seeing. It was just so unbelievable.

He was about to say something when he heard. “YOU FUCKIN FAGGOT!!!”

Tony was less then ten feet away and pointing the gun at her. Kelly resigned herself to her fate and closed her eyes. The loud crack of a gunshot deafened her and scared her in the same instant. But she didn’t feel anything. She opened her eyes and her heart almost stopped! Tommy was gasping and holding himself on the ground in front of her. Blood drooling out over his side into a pool on the ground. “TOMMY!!!”she screamed as she got down onto her knees covering him and frantically trying to stop the bleeding.

“Oh no!!! Please God no! Please!” She begged. Kelly screamed again!

“Oh shit man!!!! Fukkin Shit! You shot him!!!” Joey couldn’t believe what had just happened! “I’m fuckin outta here man. I DON'T KNOW YOU!” he loudly exclaimed as he took off running.

“SHUT UP YOU FUKKIN BITCH!” Tony yelled and pushed the gun muzzle against her head. “No wittiness’s. She made me do this!” Tony thought.
 
 
Tony was about to pull the trigger when he felt something pressing against the back of his head.

“Drop the fucking gun asshole!” someone from behind him demanded.

Tony debated whether or not to try and run.

“Don’t think I wont shoot you! I served two tour’s in Iraq and I’ve shot plenty of people. So don’t think I wont shoot you!”

Tony slowly dropped the gun and got down on his knees. The gun was kicked away.
 
 
Kelly looked up through blurry eyes at a man in a apron and chefs hat holding the business end of a 12 gauge to the back of Tony’s head.

“Tommy!!! Tommy!!! Please!!! STAY WITH ME!!!” she pleaded with him, tears streaming down her face.

Tommy coughed a couple of times. Blood started trickling out of his mouth. Kelly desperately tried to staunch the flow of blood with her hands, pushing hard over the gunshot wound, trying to keep Tommy's precious blood inside of him!

“I’ll be fin...” he said as he looked into Kelly’s eyes and the darkness slowly came over him.

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To Be Continued...
 

 

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Chapter 5
 
It’s a mournful day as Samantha Jones stands over the grave of her son and reflects on the night that still haunts her dreams...

...

(Just kidding ‘)
 
 
Bobby Stokes was sitting at his desk in the back room of the Gas station/ BBQ joint, one of twelve that his father had left him after his passing. He was counting the day’s take while watching his ten year old daughter Tracy play on her PSP across the room. Most people who owned as many stores as he did didn’t work at them. But he liked working at the station and he loved selling his old mans signature pulled pork BBQ even more. He was using his calculator when he glanced over at the flat screen TV mounted on the wall. He saw four people going into the alley between his place and the building next door. His jaw dropped as he saw one of them had a gun and was holding a young couple at it’s business end.

He had added a CCTV camera set up along with a 12 gauge shot gun to the station's security after a robbery the year before.

“Tracy Call 911 and get the cops!!” he grimly said as he reached up and took the shotgun off the wall. Bob then hefted the shotgun to the other hand as he locked the office door and pulled it to, hearing the click of the mechanism.

Tracy pulled out her cell phone and dialed 911. Bob then walked up to the front door to assess the situation when he heard a shot! His military training kicked into gear and he took off in a sprint running out the front door.

As he rounded the corner, a young man ran out of the alley and passed him without even looking.

He ran in and saw a large black teen pointing a gun at a girl who was kneeling over a young man, holding his stomach. Blood was pooling beside them both.

He stealthily got behind the boy and shoved the barrel of the shotgun to the back of his head. “Drop the fucking gun asshole!” he yelled.

The boy was hesitant.

“Don’t think I wont shoot you! I served two tour’s in Iraq and I’ve shot plenty of people. So don’t think I wont shoot you!” Bob yelled.

Bob had served in the army and was still in the National Guard, so he was ready if this punk tried to run.

The boy slowly put the gun on the ground. Bob then kicked the gun away, hearing it clatter and scrape as it banged against the dumpster. About that time, Bob heard sirens, so he knew the cops would be there soon.

Bob took a moment and looked over at the young girl leaning over the boy on the ground. But there was something odd about the girl. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He heard someone sprinting up behind him and glanced quickly to see who it was.

“TOMMY!!!” the female voice screamed as a woman flew right by him and ran over to the boy on the ground.
 

 
Sam watched as the young couple danced to a slow song and decided to take this time to go to the bathroom. She went in and did her business before going back out to the main floor.

When she looked around and didn’t see Tom and Kelly, she figured they might have stepped outside for a minute. Maybe Kelly was breaking the news to Tommy? She knew she should be nearby in case Tommy decided to get angry and help Kelly out.

So she walked outside.

That was the moment she heard a gunshot!

She looked across the street in time to see a man run out of the gas station with a shotgun towards the alley across the street in front of her. A young boy then ran out of the alley, right past the man going into it, fleeing.

After a moment, a sense of dread overcame her. Samantha glanced at traffic both ways and hurried across the street. She joined the few others who had heard the shot that started to gather near the alleyway entrance.

It was there that she saw the station attendant holding a young boy at gun point.

But her heart seemed to stop! She had a hard time processing what her eyes just saw past the station attendant! She saw the sight of Kelly crying over Tommy. And BLOOD... Tommy's blood! It was forming a pool around them!!!!

She screamed and ran towards them.

Bob watched the sight in front of him. His heart reached out to the pain that the woman and two kids were in.

“Drop the gun!!” a voice commanded behind Bob.

He lowered his gun to the ground as the police officers came over and cuffed both him and Tony.

He did some fast talking and told them about his daughter and the video tape. One of the officers sprinted over to the gas station mart to check.

A few minutes later, he came out and uncuffed Bob and apologized. About that time, an ambulance had come up and the paramedics ran into the alley. They were then loading Tommy onto the ambulance and Sam climbed in with them.

Kelly tried to get in, but the Medic said there wasn’t enough room. The Medic climbed inside and shut the doors. The ambulance took off.
 
 
Kelly, grief stricken and covered in Tommy's blood, started crying like there was no tomorrow!

She collapsed onto the pavement and curled into a fetal position, crying.
 
 
She had no idea how much time had passed, her world had just ended! Everything in her life that she held dear to her, Tommy, was probably gone!

She felt a hand tapping her arm. Through a blurred haze, she made out it was the man with the shotgun squatting beside her. Kelly was still in shock and dry heaved.

“Sweety, I was asking you if they said where they were taking him.” Bob repeated.

Kelly pursed her lips, trying to stop the heaving and hiccupping. “Mmm-mm...may..vu..vu..view.”

The man offered her his handkerchief. “Let me lock up my store and I’ll take you there. Dry up your tears hon, I'll be right back!” Kelly nodded as the man jogged back across the street.

He soon came back with a young girl inside the cab of a large Ford F-250. The girl's eyes went wide seeing Kelly covered in blood. She started to ask questions as he got out and removed a work blanket he kept in his truck work box mounted in the flatbed. “Just a minute. Let me cover her and get her inside first.”

Bob wrapped the clean side of the blanket around her and hefted her up. The girl inside the truck opened the cab door as Bob set her inside on the seat beside her. He then shut the door and ran back into the alley for a moment.

A minute later, he climbed back into the truck and he started driving.
 

 
It was quite an awkward moment as the little girl kept looking Kelly over. Finally, she asked what was, so obviously, bothering her.

“Are you a boy?” she innocently asked.

“Tracy!” the man admonished.

“I'm sorry daddy.” the girl, scared, turned her eyes back to the front windshield.

“It’s okay,” Kelly weakly said, as she wiped at her eyes. Then, looking over at the young girl's eager face, admitted, “I..I'm sort of a boy, yes.”

“My name's Bobby and this is my daughter Tracy,” the man said.

“I-I...I’m Kelly,” she said.

Tracy began asking Kelly some questions and trying to strike up some chat with her. She was really interested in Kelly.

Bobby went back to driving, thinking back. A few years ago, he would have more than likely not given this young boy, or girl? whatever Kelly is, the time of day.
 

 
A few years ago, Bobby was on patrol in southern Iraq when he and his team were ambushed.

He took a round to his chest!

For some reason, it went through his body armor! It was only determined later, that the body armor was found to be defective.

Bobby was down and knew that he was dying!
 
 
As he lay there delirious, in severe pain, and starting to lose consciousness, he saw a shadow come over him and felt hands grabbing him. He recognized, through blurry eyes, one of his best friends had run into the line of fire and was dragging him to safety.

Sergeant Joel Porter was a slight man standing at five feet five, but was as stout as an ox. He and Bobby had been friends since Basic and both had made the rank of sergeant at around the same time.

Bobby was air lifted to a field hospital where he underwent surgery to remove the bullet, which was lodged very close to his left lung. The doctors were able to remove the bullet and, by some miracle, Bobby ended up making a full recovery with nothing more then a large scar.

It was a little over a year later, when he heard about Joel being discharged after he was outed as being transgender.
 
 
Bobby never would have guessed it.

After a while, he took some time off to go and visit his old friend.

When he knocked on the door at Joel’s house, he was surprised when this pretty woman in her late twenties opened the door and greeted him with a hug.

They talked awhile and Bobby learned about all the hell that Joel had been through since he was a little kid. But Joel, or Hanna as she was now called, seemed to be doing a lot better since she was transitioning. She seemed every bit the woman she presented as and Bobby remembered the difficulty of trying to bring the image of this woman as to being the same person who had dragged him out of danger. But rather than dwell on the inconsistency of the two images of the same person, he chose to think of her as a female. It took a lot of guts to be in the military - even more to survive in a war.

And to transition...

Bobby had the utmost respect for his friend. She had shown bravery as both a man and as a woman.

At that moment, he chose to toss out all of his nagging doubts and to respect her choice and life and be her friend.
 

 
Bobby pulled up to the hospital Emergency Room Entrance where they had taken the young boy. Kelly thanked him and got out.

“Wait there just a minute!” Bobby said. “Let me park my truck real quick and we'll all go in.”

Kelly nodded and stood there waiting.

The three of them then walked in together and Bob asked where the boy was.

They were shown to a waiting area inside the Emergency Room area, where other patients were being assessed and treated on gurneys, where they found Sam crying.
 
 
Samantha heard some people walk up next to her and stop. When she looked up, she saw Kelly. Samantha then stood and the two hugged and cried together. Bob and Tracy watched and stood off to the side.

“How is he? Is he alive?!!!” Kelly begged, more than asked, as she wiped her eyes.

Sam had to pause and recompose herself.

“Their operating now a.. an… and I just don’t knowwww!!! Sam said as she broke down crying.

Kelly hugged her tight. All four of them sat down on a sofa in a small waiting area to their side that used to be a patient room.
 
 
As the minutes turned into hours, all Kelly could think about was Tommy. He was the person she loved. Tommy was who she wanted to be with. Tommy was... - her other half! He was her world!

She never really considered herself a faithful person or religious. But in her head, she found herself silently praying and asking God to save him. Please save him!
 
 
After about three hours, a man dressed in green scrubs appeared and walked over to the group. Sam stood along with Kelly and held her close.

“How is he?” Samantha quivered anxiously.

The doctor smiled.

“The bullet came very close to hitting several major organs, but by a miracle, seemed to have missed all of them them and stopped before it hit the spine. Your son was definitely being looked after by someone.”

The doctor then clasped both of Samantha's hands. “We were able to remove it and your son is recovering at the moment. I am not expecting any complications.”

Sam fell to her knees crying tears of joy at the news that her baby was going to be alright. Kelly hugged her tightly, also joyous of the news.

“Thank you Lord!!” Kelly kept murmuring over and over.

She then realized that she wasn’t the only one who had prayed.

Kelly was so relieved, that she failed to notice a nurse standing five feet from her with her mouth hanging open.

“Brandon? Is that you?!!”

Terror suddenly gripped Kelly! Her spine tingled with fear as she looked up into the wide eyes of her mother!

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To Be Continued...
 

 

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The characters, situations, and places within this work are fictional. Any resemblance between actual people (living or dead), places, or situations is entirely coincidental.

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Chapter 6
 
The two locked eyes and Kelly felt her heart start to race. She became so scared that she couldn’t breathe.

Everything went black and she felt herself falling.

And then nothing.
 
 
Kelly awoke, what seemed to her like just a little while later, and felt something moving through her hair. She opened her eyes and saw her mother snuggled up next to her running her fingers through her hair.

“Welcome back sweetie!” her mom said with a smile.

“Mom I ca.. “Tommy!!” Kelly sat up and looked at her mom.

“He’s fine, and asleep,” her mom comforted her with. Kelly turned to let her legs dangle off the side of the hospital bed.

“Mom... I know you're wondering why... I...”

Kelly's mom stopped her by placing her hand on Kelly's arm.

“I know hon, I know. I was told everything by Miss Jones. And besides that, I’ve known about you... somewhat, for quite a while.”

“You have?” Kelly said with shock.

“Sweetie, do you remember the day when Katie died?”

Kelly nodded as she felt her eyes get misty.

“A few hours before she passed away, she asked you to leave. Remember? And when you did, she told me about Kelly and how she believed that Kelly was the real you.”

“She did?” Kelly slowly responded. She was astounded.

“Yes.” Her mother leaned in and hugged her. “I was upset at first. But then she told me how Kelly came about and that you did it for her, in her time of need. Katie cared about you and knew that one day you might want to become Kelly so she wanted me to understand. Katie feared that I might drive you away when you did decide to become Kelly. She loved you that much.”

Tears streamed forth from Kelly's eyes.

“I love you sweetie and I’m here for you. But I’m also very upset that you went on your first date and I wasn’t there to see you off,” she smiled.

Kelly hugged her mom. They talked for a few minutes about maybe seeing a doctor to see about transitioning, until Kelly broke the conversation by asking if she could see Tommy.

“Before you do,” Her mom said as she reached in a bag and pulled out - her wig! “That nice Mister Bobby found this back in that alley. I cleaned it up the best that I could for you.”

Kelly's mother lovingly affixed the wig onto her head.

In all the commotion of what went on, Kelly forgot that that boy had pulled it off of her head!!

“I’ll have to thank him when I see him,” Kelly mused while fixing the wig styling.

“He should be around. He’s been popping in every day to check on you kids.” Kelly’s mom grinned, “And I think he might have a crush on Miss Jones.”

Huh?

“Wait! You said he’s been popping in every day? How long was I out?!” Kelly asked.

“Almost four days. The doctors said, that with all that has happened to you, you must have really needed the rest.”

“I was really worried about you,” her mom said as she hugged Kelly again from the side.

“I also sponge bathed you and washed your hair out,” she told Kelly. “You were a real mess. I put on fresh undergarments for you and brought you a change of clothes... from your "stash."”

Kelly gulped, still feeling guilty about having hidden being Kelly from her mother. Kelly's mother pulled out Kelly's clothes from a tote bag and laid them out on top of the bed for her.

“Well, are you ready to go see Tommy?”

Kelly nodded.

“I'll wait outside while you get changed.” She kissed Kelly on the cheek before leaving the room.
 

 
As the two made their way to Tommy’s room, on another floor, in the hospital cafeteria, Bobby and Sam sat at a table together.

“Thank you for saving my son.” Sam said as she sipped her coffee.

“No problem. I just wish I could have gotten there sooner.”

Bob just sat there smiling, but Sam could tell that something was on his mind.

“Penny for your thoughts?” she asked.

“Well I know now’s not the best time, but I was wondering if after this, maybe you would kinda, maybe like to, a... I don’t kno...”

“Go on a date?” Sam smiled.

“Well yeah. I mean if it's okay with you.” He was blushing big time.

“You should know I’m not like other women,” Sam said as she looked out the large window overlooking the parking lot.

“What do you mean?” Bob asked.

“I wasn’t born a girl Bob.” She looked into his eyes.

“But I thought you were Tommy’s mother?” Bob asked, obviously confused.

“It’s a long story, but I’m really his dad.”

She took a deep breath.

“When I was nineteen, I was a freshman at a small community college in Atlanta. I was taking networking courses along with the software engineering prerequisites while I attended a four year college. I was at a party one night, and I met this guy named Billy. He was a biker who was a member of the local chapter of the Hells Angels.”

“We got to talking and we got around to my love for motor bikes. We hung out a lot and over the next year I somehow managed to become a prospect. It was pure hell on most days but I stuck with it and soon enough I became a fully fledged member.” Sam had a faraway look in her eyes.

“Wait! So you used to be an Angel?” Bob asked.

“Yep! By the time I was twenty-three, and with help from Billy, I became the club Treasurer and was in charge of keeping track of the club's money.”

“It was about that time that I met her.” Sam looked away for a moment.

“Who?” Bobby asked.

“The love of my life.” Sam reached down into her small purse and pulled out a picture of her old self and a pretty young blond.

“Her name was Stacy. We met at a college party and we got so hammered that some things happened. When we woke up the next morning, after realizing we had both had sex, she was really mad and claimed I had taken advantage of her. I was able to calm her down and get her to go have some coffee with me. We talked and exchanged phone numbers.”

“I honestly thought that would be the last time I’d ever see her, but a couple weeks later, she called me up, and low and behold... she’s pregnant! Well, we met and talked about our options, but neither of us believed in abortion. So, we settled on adoption.”

“In the months that followed we became closer and closer.” Sam had a gleam in her eyes. “When the big day came I was right there beside her, and when I held my son in my arms for the first time, I felt a joy like none other.”

“We ended up keeping Tommy and I did my best to provide for the three of us. We loved each other, but we couldn’t marry. If I had married Stacy, I’d have had to share her with the rest of the club.” Sam looked down at her hands.

“That’s one of the many bad things about being a biker. You have to share your wives, and in some cases, your girlfriends, with the gang.”

“Stacy begged me all the time to leave, but the only way out, especially for me, was death.”

Sam took a deep breath and wiped a small tear from her eye.

“Well... things started to happen within the inner circle of the gang's higher ups and there was rumors of a coup d'etat.”

“I knew I had to get out, and fast.” Sam had tears in her eyes.

Bobby reached over and gently squeezed Sam's hand. “What happened?”

“I was alone with Stacy, when my phone rang. It was Billy. He told me that Kenny and a few others were trying to take over. He told me to take Stacy and Tommy and run.”

“Tommy was already out of state at his grandparents. Stacy and me made it as far as the next town when Kenny and his people caught up with us.”

“Kenny was one of the original club founders, like Billy, but he always wanted to be the club President. He thought he was going to be when our former president died in a crash. But to his disappointment, Billy was named the new president and I took over Billy’s old seat as vice president.”

“I tried to fight them. I real-ly tried! But... there was just too many...”

“They took Stacy off and… An… Th... they… they raped her... before they killed her.”

Sam lost it all and buried her head in her hands as she began sobbing.

Bob stood and walked around and sat beside her before wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close.

“Th-they held me... after beating me first. I wanted to save her!!”

After a while, Sam calmed down enough to continue.

“I was being held, by two thugs that I thought were my friends, when Kenny walked up and laughed in my face. He started to say something when I broke loose and kneed him in the nuts! The other two were on me in a instant. They beat me...they beat me... and they beat me. I was stabbed three times in the stomach and left for dead. The doctors wondered how I survived at all.”

“Kenny had done a number on my manhood with his steel toe boots. Both testicles were unsavable.”

“I was so depressed that I wanted to die right there when I first heard that. But then, I realized I still had my son, and he needed me more then I needed my manhood. I told myself that first day that I would be strong for my son, and I would do anything to help him.”

“I still hurt when I think about Stacy, but every time I see Tommy, it helps ease the pain.”

“Long story short, I was told I could live as a eunuch or I could have a sex change and be put in the witness protection program as a woman along with my son. It was a hard choice, but I knew that to protect my son, I would do anything. I was given a complete SRS along with facial surgery and given a new identity along with Tommy.”

“We relocated to New Mexico, and after I testified against the those bastards, we were free. It took Tommy a long time to accept what had happened, but after awhile, he realized the sacrifice that I had made for him. Eventually, he came around.”

“It was hard getting used to everything, but I took some classes on female deportment like how to walk, how to talk, and sit... even some Home Ec classes.”

“Eventually things got better. I finished school and got a job before we moved to here for my work. And to be honest, I actually like being a woman. It's strange, really, but it’s like it suits me.”

“I really don’t mind about your past Sam,” Bobby said. “I mean you said it yourself, you’re a complete woman. And a pretty one at that.”

He smiled.

Bob was suddenly surprised when Sam leaned up and gently kissed him before she snuggled into his side.

“I like action movies and I don’t mind romantic dinners, as long as they're not French.” she smiled.

“I’ll remember that.” Bob said.
 

 
Kelly and her mother made their way to Tommy’s room. The entire walk to Tommy's room had Kelly nervous with butterflies in her stomach.

They finally made it to his room. Slowly opening the door, Kelly and her mom eased in.

Kelly saw Tommy laying there with tubes running into his arms and there was a couple of machines around him.

She made her way around to his bedside and sat in the guest chair beside him. She gently grabbed his hand.

Tommy opened his eyes.

He looked over at Kelly, who felt as if she had a softball in her throat.

Determined, Tommy weakly broke free of her grip. His eyes held a foreboding gaze as he slowly reached up with his hand and grasped a few strands of Kelly’s wig. After a couple of slight tugs, he gently pulled it off.

He frowned as he stared her in the eye.

“I knew it.”

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To Be Continued...

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Author's Note: Sorry I took so long folks but I’ve had a lot on my plate, but rest assured I’m back and I’ve got a lot of new stories for you.

I hope that you have enjoyed this and I promise that I’ll get that last chapter to you soon. Thanks for reading ~Kayla D.
 

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Divider licensed for use in publishing from Photoshopgraphics.com ~Sephrena.

Author's Note: Remember way back when I said this would be the last chapter? Well, it isn't! It was going to be, but I somehow found more of it within me. So stick with me and more will be coming. ~Kayla.

Legalities: Archiving and reposting of this story *unchanged* is permitted provided that: 1) You must have contacted the author, Kayla, and have asked permission first and received said permission to host this particular work. 2) No fee be charged, either directly or indirectly (this includes so-called "adult checks") or any form of barter or monetary transfers in order to access viewing this work *and* (3) PROVIDED that this disclaimer, all author notes, legalities and attribution to the original author are contained unchanged within the work. 4) The author of this work, Kayla, must be provided free account access at all times the work is hosted in order to modify or remove this work at her sole discretion.

The characters, situations, and places within this work are fictional. Any resemblance between actual people (living or dead), places, or situations is entirely coincidental.

This work is the copyrighted material of the respective author. ~Kayla.

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Chapter 7
 
The knot in Kelly’s throat felt as if it was about to choke her as she looked into Tommy’s eyes.

Everything she feared was coming to pass - he hated her! She knew he hated her... and she would never be able to face him again.

“Y…yo..you knew”? Kelly asked, on the verge of crying.

“I’ve been thinking about you ever since I first met you…” he paused. “There’s no way you’re a natural blond.” Tommy smirked a little at the discombobulated look on Kelly’s face.

“Wh…what?” she stammered out.

“Your face is more suited for brown hair. Kell, as much as I like girls with cute short hair, I think an almost buzz cut is just a little too much.”

Tommy's smug smile was finally getting to her. She could feel herself getting red-faced.

“You…. You butthole! How long have you known about me?” Kelly exclaimed.

Tommy pulled one of his pillows in front of him. “Hey! I’ve only known about the "you being Randy thing" since the other night, you know, when I took a bullet for you? But the hair, I’ve been wondering about that for a while now.”

Tommy's voice had become more gentle and caring. Kelly slumped down into a nearby chair. She suddenly felt as if a ton of weight had fallen off of her shoulders. The relief was intense, as was the shock and realization that Tommy did know about her. What was he thinking? What would he do? What was going to happen now?

“You…*sniff* mean y-you're not upset about me... lying... to you?” she asked.

A tear trickled from her eye and slowly meandered its way down her cheek. Tommy reached out with his hand and let his finger catch the tear before it went below her cheek. Kelly watched as Tommy brought the tear to his lips and gently kissed it. Kelly, trying to stifle her crying, was even more stunned when Tommy's hand gripped her arm and he motioned for her to lean over towards him. Kelly felt herself embraced with his arms: a warm, loving and caring embrace. It felt like home.

Kelly had to suddenly catch herself to keep from falling down onto Tommy. Her mind was awhirl with emotion.

Tommy whispered into her ear as he held her, “Kelly, I was confused at first. I was even angry. But after a long talk with your mom and mine, they told me about your sister and everything you’ve been through. And while we were talking, I realized something…”
 
 
The Day Before...
 
Sam walked into Tommy’s room and made her way over to the bed where her son lay sleeping. She sat down in the chair beside his bed and just listened to him breath. She smiled, knowing that he was going to be fine.

Awhile later someone opened the door to their room. She looked up to see Trudy as she walked in.

“Is she awake yet?”? Sam asked.

“No, not yet. But the doctors say she could wake up at any time.” Trudy sighed. “I’m still worried though.”

“Well, she’ll be fine. With everything that has happened and then you seeing her, it was probably just to much to process at the time.” Sam explained as Trudy leaned against the wall.

“I know. But like I said I’m worried, I think she should have woken up by now.” Trudy was vacantly staring out the window across the parking lot.

Sam was about to ask something else when she heard, “Mom is that you?”

Both She and Trudy turned to see Tommy, who was awake and opening his eyes.

“Oh, sweetie your awake!” Sam almost yelled. She had to restrain her self to keep from jerking him up into a tight hug.

Tommy started to try and prop himself up into a sitting position.

“Sweetie no!! You’ll open your wound again!” Sam said as she put her hand on his.

Tommy grimaced and pushed her hand away and winced as he slowly moved himself into a sitting position.

“Here let me help you,” Trudy offered as she pushed a button on the side of the bed, making the upper torso portion of it rise slowly into a more sitting like position. Tommy, seeing that the bed doing what he wanted, gave up and lay back down as he was lifted into a half sitting position.

“Are you ok Sweetie?” Sam asked as she fluffed an extra pillow behind his head.

“Yeah mom,” he winced while placing his hand on his side. “It really hurts.”

Sam looked at Tommy’s face and noticed that he had this strange look about him - as if he was in deep thought.

“Mom is it true?”

Sam knew what he was talking about, there would be no avoiding it. She took a deep breath.

Tommy saw her slowly nod. Anger gripped him.

Sam saw the dark look on Tommy’s face.

“Stupid!” he said as he closed his eyes and shook. “I’m so STUPID!!” he yelled.

“Sweetie your …”

“NO!! I cant believe I didn’t notice it before! She, He... I … I cant believe I made out with a boy!!! Oh my God!!! I mean, I cant believe I was in love… with… wi… with a freak!!!” Tommy angrily spat. His tirade was cut short as he grimaced in pain clutching his wounded chest and lay back crying.

Sam felt as if an ice cold dagger had pierced her heart!!!

(SMACK!!!)

The slap echoed through out the entire room.

Trudy stood there stunned.

Sam was breathing heavily.

“Now you listen to ME! If Kelly’s a freak.. THEN WHAT THE HELL AM I?” she yelled. “What - the - hell - am - I??!”

Sam stared intensely at Tommy with tears in her eyes.

“Mom! I-I didn’t mean it like that...” Tommy said as he rubbed his cheek.

“Then just how did you mean it?” she sniffed.

“I don’t know!” Tommy began sobbing. “I just feel like my heart’s been ripped from my chest! I mean I loved her... and she lied to me... and I... I...”

Sam wrapped him in a gentle hug being careful not to hurt him anymore.

“Sweetie its okay.”

Sam just held her child to her as she let Tommy cry his frustration out.

“You just found out something about someone you love, and it was a big shock. But rest assured, if you listen to your heart, everything will be alright.”

Sam started dabbing at his tears as Tommy looked up at her.

“Sweetie I know it’s hard to learn something like this now, but you also have to think about Kelly. You don’t know all that she’s been through, and what she done and wanted either. And I know that you still love her. And she loves you more then anything in this world. I have seen it for myself and heard it from her straight. She told me before you two got serious and she was really miserable too trying to figure out what to do. But son, when it came right down to it, you helped her when she really needed it.”

“Tommy?” he heard a woman speak. He looked over to see a woman dressed like a nurse standing over on the other side of his bed. He realized she was the one who had raised his bed up. She now sat down beside them on the bed.

“My name is Trudy Bishop. I’m Ra… I mean Kelly’s mother.”

“I know what your going through right now. I was just as shocked as you are now when my daughter Katie told me about Randy. I wanted to confront him then, but she convinced me to wait until Kelly was ready.
It was because I listened that I was able to come to terms with her and accept her. So please, Tommy, let me tell you a little about my daughter.”
 
 
Trudy spent the next several minutes telling Tommy about everything that Kelly had been through.

Afterwards, Sam decided to be honest with Trudy and they revealed who Sam really was and they all talked for the better part of the afternoon.
 

 
After a while, Tommy asked if he could go see her. Trudy and Sam both felt that was impossible knowing the shape he was in, but asked for his doctor to come in anyways and see. The doctor was called in and he looked over Tommy. He confirmed their suspicions that he couldn’t be moved from the bed for at least a couple of weeks.

The doctor said, “Well as far as I can tell, there’s no real damage other then soft tissue that seems to be healing nicely. And if it keeps up, your son should be able to go home in as little as three weeks.”

“Oh that’s great three weeks in here and I‘ll lose my mind.” Tommy said. The doctor laughed at that and left.

Sam gave him another hug and both her and Trudy left to so that Tommy could get some rest.
 
 
Alone, hurt, and depressed, Tommy lay there thinking. He knew that he had plenty of time to think. He was going to be laid up in this room for a long time. He then began to think of everything that’s happened in his life.

He thought of the past couple of years since his mom had died and his dad took over the role. He was seven when she died. He still remembers her and how happy he was back then.

Then he thought of all the pain and sadness since her death. Of how he always felt as if he was in a dark tunnel and he was alone.

Even though he still had his dad, even with all the changes, and he had taken on the role of mom, Tommy still felt terribly alone.

Then Kelly's face.

That shy nervous look she always had. Scared, but determined. She really didn't want to start the relationship they both had. Tommy just now realized it. It was he that had started the pursuit! Why?

She was always willing to give him the chance, had a forgiving heart, and tried to be positively upbeat. She was doing that while hiding her secret. That took a lot of effort to do what Kelly had done. And she had done it for him.

Then Randy's face. The short brown haired boy always acting tough in school. Always trying to pick on him, but not in a too mean way. “Come to think of it,” Tommy mused, “It seemed to me I was the only one he did pick on.”

Why?

The images of both Randy and Kelly's face seemed to blur and meld in his mind as he compared the two images of the same person.

Finally, Tommy saw a light at the end of that tunnel of his grief. It took on the form of a cute shy blonde girl.

Kelly.

Someone who had filled the hole he had in his heart and life. Someone who had awoken him to a greater joy and had given him purpose. Tommy's life had a meaning and he had felt great! He had someone who understood him, wanted to be with him, and took an interest in everything he did. And he found he cared about her as being the most precious thing in his life.

Why?

Then he thought of his dad becoming his mom.

She was still the same person and had the same happy go lucky attitude and everything, but he was just in a different package.

Although Tommy had resented it at first, eventually he realized the sacrifice his father had made and he came to accept and respect his dad as he is now. His father did change some to accept their situation and slowly evolved into the mom he knew her as now.

“So why is Kelly any different?” he thought out loud. Kelly was still Kelly even when being Randy. Kelly was so nervous about liking Tommy that he chose to pick on him to hide it. Tommy reasoned that Randy was never even really Randy at all. Randy was a front Kelly was using the entire time to hide behind. Kelly was the true person within.

Just a different package.

One she was trying to bring out.

Then it hit him.

“I love her,” he said.

He looked out the large window in his room and stared at the people coming and going to the hospital out in the parking lot.
 
 
Back to the Present...
 
“So you see? You and my mom aren’t really different, and I knew if I didn’t give you a chance, then I would be letting not only my mom down, but myself as well. It's because you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Kelly's eyes widened.

Tommy paused and smiled. “But I also realized something.”

“I’m in love with you. And it doesn’t matter who or what you are or were, you're still my girl and you’ll always be…”

He was going to say more but was abruptly cut off when Kelly suddenly gave him a big hug.

“Kelly.. Kelly *ouch!* you're pulling on stuff! It hurts.” Tommy squeaked.

“Oh crap! I’m so sorry.” she said as she sat up. They both stared into each other's eyes.

“It’s okay,” Tommy said.

“Well, I think I’m going to leave you two be for now. Kelly, I want you to be very careful with Tommy.” Kelly’s mom said as she eased out the door.
 
 
Right as Trudy turned around she almost ran into someone.

“Oh Doctor Larson. How are you?” she stammered.

The tall blond doctor smiled and looked at her.

“I’m doing fine. How’s your child?” he asked.

He wasn’t sure what Randy preferred to be called, so he didn’t want to offend her by asking her how her son was.

“Kelly’s doing fine now and so is Tommy.” she smiled.

“Oh, so it’s Kelly is it?” he smiled.

“Yes that’s what she likes to be called, it’s also what I would have named her had she been born a girl, so it fits perfectly.”

“Well I think it’s a very pretty name.” Doc Larson smiled. “But I did want to talk to you about something.”

“Oh... you mean what you asked me before everything happened?” she asked.

“Well yes about that, if it’s not a good time…”

“Doctor I would love to go out with you,” she stated. “After all that’s happened I could really use a night out.”

“Great! Then I’ll get back with you,” he said as his pager went off. After glancing at it, he said, “I have to run but I’ll see you later.”

He took off down the hall.
 

 
Later, Trudy was walking down the hall when she came across Bobby and Sam holding hands.

“Trudy, how are the kids?” Sam asked.

“I think they're going to be fine, but I’m really worried about how things will be when they get out.”

“Haven't you told Kelly the news?”

“No. I don't have the heart to yet. I'd rather they get settled with their revelations about each other before they find out about that.” Trudy said.

As it turned out, one of the guests at the club who witnessed what had happened was a student at Kelly’s school and knew both Randy and Tommy. The only one who had been recognized so far was Tommy.
 
 
The next day, through the miracle that is Facebook, My Space, Twitter etc., just about everybody in town knew about what had happened. There had been the cell phone photos and videos that had been taken by the many people who were there, some even had pictures of Kelly crying, and Tommy being loaded onto the ambulance.

And after that, a local tabloid published an article that had on their front page telling of a young transvestite and her lover attacked in an alley - Hate crime or an Ex’s jealous rage? Names were withheld and the faces on the pictures had been blurred out of course. But still, the damage was done. Tommy was connected with the incident.

“I’ve been trying to call the tabloid, but every time I call, they hang up on me when I tell them my name.” Sam sighed.

“Yeah me too,” Trudy said.

“And don’t even get me started on Facebook” Sam said. “I’ve been getting all kinds of messages on Facebook from all over the place, most of its good but a lot of it is not. I don’t even know how people found my page.”

“Me to. As far as them finding us, it’s the Internet, you can find anything there.” Trudy frowned as she looked back towards the kid's room.

“So what are we going to do?” Bobby asked.

“I don’t know.” Sam said.

“Well lets go and see how the kids are doing” Sam said.

“The two of you have fun. I’ve got to get back to work.” Trudy said as she walked off.

They waved goodbye to Trudy.
 
 
Sam and Bobby walked in and watched as the kids snuggled on the bed, Kelly had put her wig back on and they seemed quite happy.

“So your mom's not really your mom and you don’t have an aunt that’s like me.” Kelly asked.

“Yeah I hope you don’t hold it against her but my mo...”

“Oh, hey mom!” Tommy loudly said as he nudged Kelly. Kelly slowly sat up when they walked into the room.

“I see you two have made up,” Sam praised as she walked over to the bed.

“Yeah, hey, have you guys got a hold of the newspaper yet?” Tommy asked.

“Newspaper? What newspaper?” Kelly asked, feeling she had been left out on something.

“Here,” Sam offered as she handed Tommy her folded newspaper from her purse.

Tommy unfolded the paper to the front page. There, showing in big print, 'Young transvestite and her lover attacked near a downtown restaurant - hate crime or Ex‘s jealous rage?'

It went on to explain some of the eye witnessed events and even went on to list the names of some of the people involved, except Randy and Tommy.

Tommy exploded. “How the hell can they do this!!! Is this even legal?? I mean don’t they need some type of permission before they can do this?”

Kelly was on the verge of tears. Tommy put down the paper and pulled her close to try to calm her down.

“I don’t know, but once we get a hold of the paper we’ll take care of this!” Bobby determinedly said.

“I know some people who work for the Jackson Press and I’m sure they’ll know who to talk to. And as soon as they get back from their business trip outside the country, I’m sure they’ll help.”
 

 
 
To Be Continued...

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Chapter 8

The four of them talked awhile until there was a knock at the door. When it opened, a tall blond man in operating scrubs walked in.

“Hi there Tom. How are you doing?” the man said.

Tommy looked up at him and replied, "I'm just fine Doc."

“Well, I have great news for you.”

“What’s that?”

“Well,” he shifted his stance, looking at both Tommy and Sam, “as far as I can tell, there’s no real damage other then soft tissue that seems to be healing quite nicely. If it keeps up at its current pace, I see no reason why you wouldn't be able to go home in as little as three weeks.” He smiled.

“That’s great?!!” Tommy sulked and sank back down into his pillow. "Three weeks in here and I‘ll lose my mind!”

“But what about me?” Kelly asked, feeling a little bit left out.

“You, my dear, are just fine and can be discharged in the morning,” the doctor said.

“Will I have to go to school next Monday?” Kelly asked with a tremble of fear in her voice.

“Well I’m keeping Tom out for at least another week after he is released from here, just to be on the safe side, to allow him to adjust moving around again.”

“But what about me? I mean... by now... everyone knows about me... and what I am. I’m dead!!! As soon as I walk in... and...”

“Slow down little missy,” the doctor said as he gently grabbed her shoulders. Kelly was hyperventilating and hung her head, staring at the bed. Tears again trickled down her face.

“It’ll be fine dear! I know that you have been through a lot too, so I’m excusing you for the same amount of time... just to be on the safe side!” the doctor winked. “Now Kelly, I would like for you to listen to me. I have done all that I can do for you here. But there are other doctors that can help you out with your problem. I do know of a few and will be glad to refer you to them. In the meantime,” the doctor moved over and looked down into her teary eyes, “...in the meantime, I want you to promise me not to do anything "stupid" nor rash. Okay?”

He waited until Kelly could nod her head.

“Good! Death is a permanent solution to a minor problem THAT CAN be worked out to your satisfaction. You have a supportive parent and good friends. And I believe that between yourself, them, and the right health professionals, that you will discover how to forge on ahead in your path of life. Don't sell yourself short of life's possibilities.”

The doctor said his goodbyes and left.

“So what are we going to do?” Kelly asked as she snuggled back up to Tommy.

Tommy leaned in as he held her gently. “I don’t know. But somehow, we’ll figure it out.”
 

 
 
A few hours later, Trudy walked into Tommy's hospital room. The sun was still up and shining through the window, but would be going down soon. She saw that Sam was reading a book over on the window couch and Tommy was sitting there watching Kelly sleep in the bedside lounge chair.

Trudy had known about her other daughter for quite a while. But still, even now, seeing how cute she looked from how she normally was before... felt strange! Trudy did like the large smile her sleeping daughter now had.

Tommy watched her as she made her way over to his bed.

“Hey Miss Bishop.” Tommy whispered.

“Hey Tom. And call me Trudy.” she replied back in a hushed voice.

It was quiet for a second.

“So how are you holding up?”

“Good... I guess, I mean I feel strange, now that I know, but….

“But what?” she whispered.

“I’ve been thinking all day while I watched her. I also thought about what I said to you and mom. I can’t stop thinking about how cruel what I said was.”

“Tommy it’s ok,” She smiled and patted his shoulder. “We all have times when we say things we don’t mean.”

Tommy grimaced. “But I did mean it... and when I think about it...I feel really sick inside. I just can't believe I said it, it’s just not like me,” he said.

“It’s okay,” Trudy quietly said. “Isn’t that right Sam?”

No answer.

“Sam?” Trudy looked over at Tommy's mother.

“She’s asleep.” Tommy confirmed.

“What? But she is reading?” Trudy said as she looked harder at Sam sitting there holding a book in her lap with her eyes closed and her head slightly down.

Tommy laughed slightly.

“She does that at times. She likes to read and I cant tell you how many times I’ve found her like that.”

“Well, either way, don’t beat yourself up over this.” Trudy said.

“Don’t worry, I won’t. But I promise you, that as long as she’ll have me, I will always be there to protect her and keep her safe.” he said with conviction. Tom then winced from a slight pain in his side from having moved when he had said that.

“I know you will. And Tommy?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you for saving my daughter.”

Trudy kissed him on the cheek and then turned to her sleeping daughter. She gently shook her shoulder.

“Um…yum… wa uh” Kelly opened her eyes and sat up and stretched her arms out.

“Hi mom. What’s up?” she yawned.

“It’s time to go and get you back to your room,” her mom whispered. Kelly frowned but slowly stood up stretching out the kinks. Kelly looked over and saw Tommy's smiling eyes laughing at her predicament. She frowned even more and then stooped over the bed hugging him.

“I'll see you tomorrow Kell.”

“You too. Have a good night.”

He kissed her on the cheek. Trudy had brought in a wheelchair next to Kelly.

“Aw mom! Do I really have to ride this? You know that I can walk...” Kelly complained quietly as her mom helped her into it.

“Sorry sweety. Hospital policy. So hush up and enjoy the ride.” Trudy laughed.

Kelly gave a sad wave of goodbye as Tommy's door clicked shut.
 
 
Kelly was wheeled back into her room where her mom helped her get ready for bed.

“Mom?”

“Yes dear?”

“Are you...like... really okay with me?” she asked pointing to herself. “I mean, being a girl?”

“Of course sweetheart.”

Trudy had just laid out tomorrow's clothing for Kelly and had placed today's in her tote bag. As she tucked Kelly in, she then sat down upon the bed next to her. “It doesn’t matter if your Kelly or Randy. You're still my child and I will always be here for you, and support you.”

“I am just so scared! With Tommy being almost...killed... and with my having to go back to school... I-I..j-just... don't know!!!”

Trudy leaned over and hugged her daughter tight. “Shush! Shhh!” she comforted her crying Kelly. “You just let those fears pass out of you hon. We are going to work out things and see what we can do. If we have to move to keep you safe, I will do it. I am sure the Hospital can transfer me to another city or state within the company.”

Kelly, still crying looked up into her mother's eyes. "B-bb-but Tomm-my! I dd-don't wann-t to leave him!" Trudy gave her depressed daughter a look of understanding.

“We are not going to do anything that you yourself do not want to do dear. I mentioned it as a possibility. It will be among the things we discuss in the days ahead. For now, get some sleep. It will all be better eventually. And I will be with you every step of the way.”

She kissed Kelly on the forehead. “Now get some sleep.”

As Trudy opened the door to leave, Kelly tearfully called out, “I love you mom!”

“I love you too sweetpea!” Trudy smiled and waved Kelly good night as she shut the door.

Kelly lay back and sleep was hard to come by that night.
 

 
 
The next day Kelly awoke early and wiped the sleep from her eyes. She did not sleep good at all. Tossing the covers aside, she went within her room's bathroom and took a long shower. She leaned against the shower wall and let the steady stream of water gently beat her neck and upper back. It was soothing.

Kelly knew big decisions were on the way: her and Tommy's exposure in the newspaper, the kids at school once they find out, and maybe one or the both of them having to move away. And Tommy's mother! - wasn't she under the witness protection program? Couldn't the federal government do something about them being exposed like this? Maybe they could include her? So many questions...

And her body.

It wasn't yet how it should be. That, in and of itself, was frustrating enough without all these other things going on. Kelly let out a sigh. She certainly wasn't going to get anywhere with letting her mind go bananas over all the possibilities of what if?

Kelly scrunched her eyes trying to put her mind into a peaceful state and letting all her tension fade away. She leaned there for minutes letting the shower-head of nice hot water relax her.

Kelly then picked up the little complimentary shampoo bottle and began shampooing her hair.
 
 
Kelly, awhile later, was dressed in the snug fitting jeans with the heat stitching on the back pockets and the pink t-shirt and starter bra. Her mom had come in and handed her the new girl's tennis shoes that she had bought her yesterday. Together, the mother and daughter team packed up Kelly’s things. Kelly was trying hard to keep from crying.
 
 
“Kelly!” Tommy exclaimed as she walked in Tommy's Hospital room. He held his arms open and Kelly practically fell into his grasp and melted as she half flopped next to him on the edge of his bed. Kelly placed her arms over top of Tommy's and grasped him. The two of them remained together with Tommy holding her as his breakfast was wheeled in by the nursing staff beside his bed.

Just then Tommy's nose and lips began to tickle the back of her neck.

Kelly giggled out and half-heartedly struggled. “Tommmm-meeeeee.”

The nurse hid her smile as she left.

Tommy was taking the initiative to hand feed Kelly bits of his breakfast with the fork. The two were making a game out of it.

Sam and Trudy took the cue to go on ahead and get their breakfast downstairs in the hospital cafeteria. They had things to discuss.
 
 
When Sam and Trudy returned at about 11:00 am, Tommy and Kelly were still snuggled together watching television.

Trudy said, “Alright Kelly, it's time to go.”

Kelly turned and looked pitifully into Tommy's eyes. Tommy just leaned his forehead to touch hers and gave her a quick hug again.

“I’ll call you later,” she said to Tommy.

“I’ll be waiting for you,” he said with a smile.

Kelly rolled her eyes as she saw the wheelchair once again awaiting her at the door.
 
 
Trudy pushed Kelly down to the main lobby and over to a large desk where her mom filled out some papers. Kelly was looking around and thought that she noticed some people were staring and whispering. Was it about her?

She just ignored them. Kelly started to think of happy thoughts.

Trudy began rolling Kelly out to their car. After Kelly had climbed into the car, and Trudy returned the wheelchair inside, they drove off.
 
 
While driving, they made some small talk and just passed the time. Each was cautious not to bring up the big subjects of what was going on. At a stoplight, Trudy had a thought.

“Are you still hungry?” Trudy asked. She really wondered just how much of Tommy's breakfast Tommy really ate.

“Yeah. I feel like having something. What did you have in mind?” Kelly asked.

“How about Wendy’s?” her mom said.

“That sounds great,” Kelly answered as she looked down the street and saw the large red and white sign.
 
 
Trudy pulled in and they both walked inside. This Wendy's was fairly new and was very clean. The smell of the food assaulted their senses as they entered. It still felt strange to Kelly, even though this wasn't her first time out, but she still felt nervous inside and was trying to act casual as she looked about to see if others were staring at her.

“Welcome to Wendy’s can I take your order” this young man behind the counter asked as they approached.

“I’ll take a medium chicken salad with ranch dressing and a chili.” Trudy said.

“I’ll take an asiago chicken sandwich, without bacon, and with large fries and a large Dr. Pepper.” Kelly said.
 
 
After they got their order and sat down Trudy looked over at Kelly. “You know you’ll have to change your eating habits when you start hormones. Otherwise, all that food is going to go your waist and hips.”

“I know mom. But can't I just enjoy this... while I can?” Kelly said in mock annoyance.
 

 
 
After they finished eating Kelly stretched and said she could use a nap. So the two of them went back to their car. It didn’t take them long to get home.

What they saw left Kelly white as a ghost and Trudy's jaw dropped.
 
 
Spray painted in big letters across their garage door were the words 'Lives Here.' There was an old man and a younger man whom Kelly hadn’t seen since Katie died scrubbing away, trying to clean it. What drove Kelly cold was the faded word 'Fag' in front of the Lives.

The two men stopped what they were doing when they heard Trudy's car pulling up into the driveway and turned around and stopped scrubbing.

Kelly's heart raced and she felt her blood pumping hard as she saw her grandpa and young uncle.

The car came to a stop and the engine died.

“Come on sweetie lets go. It's okay.” Trudy said as she saw her daughter was absolutely scared at seeing her grandfather. Kelly was dressed as she should be and her grandfather had never seen her like this before. She remembered him slightly, remembering his harshness when she was younger as Randy.
 
 
George Hanley was a mountain of a man with a 'Born to Kill' tattoo on his left shoulder from his days back in Vietnam. He had a permanent mean look that seemed to never leave his face. It had always scared Kelly because she could never tell if he was happy or mad. The few times she did remember him, he had been angry.

The two climbed out of their car and shut the doors. Kelly hesitated walking and froze up.

Her Grandfather's face formed a scowl and he walked over to her!

He stopped in front of Kelly and stared down at her.

It was taking everything Kelly had not to run away!

She was shaking and her eyes watered. She wanted to run, be anywhere but here! Run! Run Now! But her legs felt like stone! Her grandfather's face went beet red and his shoulders clenched.

Kelly closed her eyes tight.

"RANDY!"

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To Be Continued...
 

 

Tommy was constantly being bullied in school by Randy on a daily basis.
Tommy's life completely changes when he meets
a mysterious girl after school while riding his bike.

This accidental meeting... led to something more!

by Kayla Don

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Image Credits: Title Picture purchased and licensed for publishing from

123rf.com. The model(s) in this image is in / and are no way connected with this story nor supports nor conveys the issues and situations brought up within the story. The model(s) use is solely used for the representation of looks of the main character(s) of this particular story. ~Sephrena

Kelly's Fantasy Bedroom from fantasticviewpoint.com Used with site permission located here. ~Sephrena

Divider licensed for use in publishing from Photoshopgraphics.com ~Sephrena.

Legalities: Archiving and reposting of this story *unchanged* is permitted provided that: 1) You must have contacted the author, Kayla, and have asked permission first and received said permission to host this particular work. 2) No fee be charged, either directly or indirectly (this includes so-called "adult checks") or any form of barter or monetary transfers in order to access viewing this work *and* (3) PROVIDED that this disclaimer, all author notes, legalities and attribution to the original author are contained unchanged within the work. 4) The author of this work, Kayla, must be provided free account access at all times the work is hosted in order to modify or remove this work at her sole discretion.

The characters, situations, and places within this work are fictional. Any resemblance between actual people (living or dead), places, or situations is entirely coincidental.

This work is the copyrighted material of the respective author. ~Kayla.

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Chapter 9

“RANDY!” Kelly's grandfather repeated gruffly.

Kelly kept her eyes squeezed tight, anticipating the blows that would follow.

There was a pause of silence and the sound of sandals on the concrete driveway as she felt her mother's arm on her shoulder as she was pulled into a protective hug against her mother's side.

Not being able to stand it any longer, Kelly slowly opened her eyes to find her grandfather's fetchers beholding the sight before him. He was studying her features, his gaze quickly darting about.

“Randy?” Kelly's uncle of fifteen years incredulously spat. “Is that really you?” A smirk of disbelief found its way in his smile.

“Hush boy!” her granddad snapped.

Kelly's uncle fell silent, but everyone could see he had an anger within him towards Kelly. All eyes were on the old man.

With her eyes beginning to water up, Kelly looked into her grandfather's eyes. She couldn’t detect any hint of emotion. Her heart began to beat faster. She glanced about, already trying to plan her escape by running hard and fast. The backyard seemed to be the best route of escape as it had a tree-line and scrub. Kelly suddenly found she couldn't move! She was now panicking as she found it harder to breathe. Her lungs seemed full of air already and she couldn't draw in anymore.

The old man raised his arm.

“Here it comes,” Kelly resolutely thought. She was now so light-headed that she couldn't feel anything. The hand was slowly coming closer to her and Kelly was inwardly realizing that time seemed to have slowed down. Her vision swam and blurred. Sounds muted down as a high pitched whine rang in her ears and sparkles of light filled her eyes.

Everything then went black.
 
 
Kelly collapsed out of her mother's grasp and her grandfather had caught her just before she would have hit the driveway.

Trudy immediately knelt down and helped lay Kelly down as her daughter's head rested on her grandfather's lap.

“Kelly? KELLY?!!” Trudy panicked as she tried to gently shake and wake Kelly up. The both of them saw her still breathing in rapid spurts and Trudy recognized that Kelly had probably just fainted. Kelly's uncle, still staring at the scene before him, snorted briefly as he tried hard to suppress laughing.

“Travis!” Trudy's father yelled at his son.

“Yeah daddy?” he replied.

“Help your sister...” then he paused.“...and niece... get their stuff out of the car and into the house. Then come back an' help me finish gettin' this cleaned up.”

“Yes sir.” Travis frowned and went to do as he was told. From behind the vehicle came Travis mumbling,“Never...in a million years...”
 
 
She slowly opened her eyes to find things strange. For one, she realized she was on her back on the driveway and staring up into the face of her granddad. Secondly, he was there with a gentle grin as his finger traced the side of her face.

Kelly was shocked beyond belief! She had always thought that his face couldn’t make any expression other than a scowl.

Even more surprising was when he pulled her into a hug. The dam behind Kelly's eyes broke and water poured forth.

She had always respected this man and knew him to be stern, but fair. He was a religious man and attended church every Sunday. How and why he was then smiling at her, knowing her situation, was beyond her comprehension! Instead of beating her, like she had expected, he was holding her!

Kelly balled up in a fetal position as her grandfather gently held her to his chest, patting her back. Trudy, too, was smiling out of relief.

“You know...Kelly,” he softly spoke into her ear, “A couple a years ago, I probably wouldn’t have given someone like you the time of day. But after losing a son and one of my grandchildren, I think I’ve come to see that some things in this world... are worth overlookin'.”

Kelly, calming down now, returned her grandfather's hug. She looked up at him with amazement as the old man talked.

“Now I don’t rightly understand why you would want to be a girl,” he put his finger under her chin,“and don’t ask me to try.” He then moved his finger to run it through some of her wig hair.

“Just know, I’m here for you.”

Kelly gulped. She couldn’t say anything, so she just nodded her head and wiped her eyes.

“Now let's see about gettin' you up off this ground and into the house,” He squeezed her hand and, between him and Trudy both, they lifted her upright to stand.

Kelly looked over at her mother to see her smiling back at her.

“Come on sweetie, lets go inside,” she said.

“You sure you can make it in alone? I don't mind helpin' my niece.” her Grandfather offered.

Kelly tested walking a few steps with her mother supporting her and did not feel dizzy anymore. Smiling, she quietly replied, “I'm fine grandpa! I think I can make it.”

He then patted Kelly on the shoulder and walked back over to the bucket and the halfway clean garage door where her uncle was now washing off the rest of the graffiti.

“Mom, I think I really need to lay down.”

“I was just going to suggest the same. You have been under a lot of stress and some rest will will do you some good. I'll help you on upstairs.”

They both went inside and headed up to her room.
 

 

As soon as she pushed open her door, her jaw dropped! She rubbed her eyes to see if she was just seeing things. Kelly stared with a look of amazement on her face as she surveyed the girl's bedroom of her dreams. “Mom! How? ...and when?!!” she asked. She felt a hand on her shoulder. “When you were in the hospital, I had to come here to get you a change of clothes. And while I was digging through your closet for a pair of shoes, I found this.” Trudy reached over to a nearby dresser and picked up a tinker bell notebook that Kelly knew all to well. “My dream book,” Kelly softly admitted while blushing. Her mom flipped through the notebook filled with glued on pictures that were cut out of various shopping catalogs and other books until she found the page that had the picture that had been used to model her room with. A really cool teen girl's room.

“Mom it's perfect.” Kelly said as she wiped the tears out of her eyes.“Thank you!”

She hugged her mom tight.

“Don’t thank me sweetie, your grandpa and uncle Travis did all the work.”

“They did?” Kelly asked in surprise.

“Yes they did. When I found this book and went through it, I realized that this must have been the room you have always wanted. It wasn't too hard to tell, with all those gold star stickers you put around this one.”

Kelly, embarrassed, sat down on her new bed and pulled a pillow to her chest and hid her face.

“Honey, there is no need to be ashamed. Every girl has her own vision of her dream home. Even I did. I wanted to try and surprise you. I didn’t know how I was going to get all of this done in time.”

“I was thinking about hiring a contractor the other day when your grandfather came barreling through the hospital. He didn’t know anything other than you were one of the two kids that had been shot at.”

“But I wasn’t shot! Tommy was.” Kelly said.

Trudy raised an eyebrow. “I know that, but he thought that you had been the one that had been shot. He was practically frantic trying to find you. All he kept asking was if you were okay. I told him that you were fine and had to pull him aside and explain everything to him. To his credit, he didn’t say a word until I had finished.”

“But how in the world did you convince him to do all this?” Kelly asked.

Her mom looked at her and smiled.
 
 
A Few Days Earlier...
 
Trudy was at her station talking to one of the nurses who had been looking after Kelly when a commotion down the hall caught her attention.

“Where’s my grandson? My grandson?!!”

“Calm down sir,” a nurse said to him, “Just tell me his name name and I will locate him for you.”

“His name’s Randy... Randy James Bishop!!” she heard the man yell her son's name. She picked up pace and rushed down the hall to the Emergency Room front desk. A shiver went down her spine as she saw who the man was.

It was her father.

“Oh my God!” she thought. Keeping her calm, she pleasantly greeted him.

“Hi Daddy! What's wrong?”

“Where's Randy at? I gotta see him!”

“I got this Janice,” Trudy said to the nurse that had started to look through the day's admissions. She gave a grin of relief back to Trudy and went about her work.

“Trudy, Where is he?” her dad said as he pulled her into a hug.

“He’s asleep right now. Please calm down,” she said. Her father suddenly pushed away.

“Calm down? Calm down?!!” he looked at her like she was crazy. “My grandson’s been shot and you want me to calm down?”

“Whoa! Whoa! Daddy no! Randy wasn’t shot! His...” she paused,“His friend was.”

“Whaaa? Then why the hell is he in the hospital?” George fumed. His face was beet red and worn with worry.

“Daddy we need to talk. Let's go in here where it’s private,” she said, opening a door to a empty room.

“Trudy what is going on here?” he asked as she shut the door.

“Daddy, I want you to sit down.”

He looked at a chair and then back to his daughter. He knew something serious had happened. The fact she was beating around the bush meant there was more to what had happened than what he read in the paper. Trudy had that look, the look that his late wife always had when she was determined to say something to him and wanted him to listen - whether he wanted to hear it or not.

“She looks just like her...” he thought as he sat down and stared hard into her face.

“Daddy you’ve always said a man is only as good as his word,” she began.

“Yep,” he said wondering what had gotten her so riled up.

“Daddy before I tell you what’s going on, I want you give me your word that you will not say anything until I’m done.” She knew that what she had to say was very likely to make him very angry and maybe make him cut off all relations with her.

“You have my word,” he stated.

“Well... you see, Randy is...”

She proceeded to tell him the entire story from the time she first found out about Kelly to the night that Tommy was shot. Throughout the entire time she could tell that her dad was getting more enraged by the second. But to his word, he held his tongue.

“And when she saw me she just fainted,” Trudy said and then went silent.

Gripping the chair's armrests, he said, “You mean to say that my only grandchild is... one of those... Things?!!” He stood up and looked his daughter in the eye. “And you’ve known about this the entire time and you didn’t bother to say anything about it to me or do nothing about stopping it?”

“And now you’ve let it get so bad he’s done gone full on queer on me!!” he yelled.

Trudy had had enough.

“Now you listen here you bastard!” Trudy yelled as she got into his face, “KELLY is my child!! I love her more then life itself! So if you ever call her that again or do anything to hurt HER, I promise you, I will move so far away from here that you will never see me or her again!!”

Trudy paused and gathered her thoughts on what next to say.

“You may not love her, but I DO! And I have no problem with kicking you or anyone else in our family out of our lives that thinks or behaves like you just did!” she angrily stated.

“Trudy, you know I do love you, the both of you! But...”

“But NOTHING! Like it or not, Kelly is your grandchild. Daddy... I love you, but either you accept Kelly for who she is or you will be out of our lives - forever.”

“Trudy you know I love you and Rand..err..Kelly. But I just don’t understand... how someone can want to do this?!!” he sat down. “It just ain't natural!”

George was trying not to show it but Trudy could see his heart strings were tugging on him. She knew from his religious upbringing he was going to have a hard time with this. He may have always seemed like a tough hard-faced person but she knew her dad had a good heart. It was going to take some time.

Her grandmother had told her that once way back before he joined the Marines and before the war.

She thought back to that warm Alabama evening, sitting on her Grandma Hanley’s front porch after she had had a fight with her dad.

“I just don’t know how he could be so mean!” Trudy cried into her grandma's shoulder.

“There, there sweetie.”

“You may not believe this, but your daddy wasn’t always like this. A long time ago, he had a heart of gold like no one else I had ever seen. That was back when he was younger. He was always very caring and always looked out for everyone and hated to see people he cared about hurt. Oh, and that smile,” her grandma looked longingly into the sunset.

“He had the brightest smile and it had never left his face,” she looked at Trudy.

“But if he use to be so nice, what happened?” she asked. Her granny looked off in the distance.

“War,” was all she said as she stood up and leaned onto the porch railing.

“The year was nineteen sixty seven, when he turned eighteen, and instead of getting drafted he actually darnation went on and signed up! I pleaded with him. I certainly didn’t want him to go, but I couldn’t do anything to stop him.”

“He was sent off to that God forsaken country as soon as he finished training.”

“Every day, I heard of the men going door to door telling people that their son wasn't coming home and I about went crazy just awaiting my turn, when I would get that little piece of paper saying that he was gone.”

“But then, one day in august of seventy two, a truck pulls up and your daddy climbed out. I was so happy! I ran up to him and hugged him before I ever realized his leg was in a cast. But when I looked into his face, he wasn’t smiling. His good natured smile was gone from hi mas if it had never been. I could just tell, he was.. different.”

“Look I know he can be a pain most of the time, but no matter what happens, and no matter how mad he may seem, he will always love you. Just you have to be patient, and also be stubborn as a mule too,” she smiled.

 
 
After that talk with her grandma, Trudy had started looking at her dad in a different light. In time, she started to see it. He did have a good heart but it took a lot to get him to show it. The one thing he cared about more than anything was his family. She knew that he wouldn’t be able to stand not being a part of their lives and that threatening to leave would hopefully get through to him.

He sat back down and stared at the floor.

“Daddy I’m not asking you to understand. I’m just asking you to be there for us, but if you cant do that... then I cant let you remain.”

He grabbed her and hugged her.

“By God, I may not understand, but it would kill me to lose you and...” he paused, “...Kelly. I’ve already lost one grandchild and I most certainly won't lose another!”

Trudy was hopeful as she let a tear make it's way down her cheek.

“Daddy can you do try to do your best and understand? I'm begging you not to hurt your granddaughter any more then she has been,” Trudy asked.

“Sweetheart, I give you my word that I’ll do my best,” he said as he gave her another warm hug.

Relieved, Trudy pulled her hair back behind her and wiped her eyes.

“Daddy, do you remember after Katie had died... that you said that if I ever needed anything to just say it?” Trudy asked.

He looked at her and nodded.

“Wait here one minute, let me go and get it. I'll be right back.” Trudy rushed out, shutting the door gently, leaving her father wondering what she wanted. A few minutes later, Trudy came back in and opened her large handbag. She pulled out a pink and purple note book that had glitter, fairies, and stickers all over it.

“I found this in her closet this morning,” she showed him as she set it in on the sink counter beside the bed. “Here, on this page. Take a good look,” she pointed to the picture of a bedroom with many gold star stickers framing it. Underneath it, in beautiful handwriting, was written “My Dream Room.”

“If you want to prove to me that you can accept Kelly for who she is, will you redo her room to look like this?” Trudy asked.
“Of course I'll be paying for the furniture and supplies.”

He picked up the book still studying the page. He looked at her face once again and back to the picture.

“No need Trudy. I'll take care of it,” he resolutely spoke as he closed the book.

Taken aback somewhat, Trudy paused and looked at her father, seeing into his heart. Slowly, she slipped out her spare house key from her wallet and handed it to him.

George took the notebook and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

Stunned, Trudy slumped into the bedside chair and sighed.

“Maybe just maybe,” she thought.
 
 
Back to the Present
 
“So you see sweety? He does knows what its like to lose the ones that he loves, and I don’t think he could have stood loosing another grandchild... you,” Trudy smiled.

“Lay back and try out your new bed? It's a thick memory foam mattress. I think I am going to join you in taking a nap also,” she leaned over and kissed Kelly on her forehead.

Trudy then walked off into the hall toward her own room rubbing her watery eyes.

Kelly lay back and bounced a few times into the mattress. It was great!! It was sooooo soft and comfortable!! She sat back up and looked around her new room again, examining all the details. She thought about her grandpa, she knew he had lost grandma when she and Katie were six. And then his oldest son died three years ago in Afghanistan. So much pain.

And then tears came to her eyes when she thought about her sister Katie. An then it hit her! She remembered a small detail that just now became clear!

Not really thinking about it at the time, but she did remember seeing him during the funeral! He did stand off in the distance somewhat, but she did remember seeing tears glistening on his face below his reddened eyes. He did care.

It was the only time she had ever seen him cry.

It was also an important thing that had almost been shoved aside and forgotten because she herself had been caught up in her own grief at being alone, facing that void inside her that her sister had filled. Never again hearing her voice, her laughter, her wisdom, everything! Even down to the detail of the perfume that her mother had given for Christmas a few years back... Kelly loved her sister. Katie was a huge part of her life. And that life was now gone. Even now, she still struggled daily to cope and compensate.

“I have to be strong and carry on, for myself, and her,” she thought, “Maybe I did take my frustration out on Tommy too much. Maybe my attraction to him was invading the space in my heart for her. Maybe... I-I was bullying him... afraid that he would take over the space within me that I hold for Katie.”

“I'll have to talk with Tommy about that later,” she whispered quietly to herself.

She then got up off her bed and looked in her new dresser. She noticed that a lot of Katie’s things had been moved into the room along with some new things as well. She inwardly smiled as she grabbed a pair of sleep shorts and a tinker bell night shirt out and lay them on her bed.

As she undressed, she looked over at her new night stand and saw the picture of her and her sister. Katie's loving smile greeted her back. She could feel her sister somehow watching over her from above, always with her.

“I’m finally free sis!” Kelly said to herself with a renewed confidence.

She then finished dressing in her new night clothes and climbed into her bed, pulling the covers up to her neck.

Her tired eyes closed with a vague smile on her lips. She drifted off to sleep.
 
 
“Hey Trudy?” George's voice sounded from downstairs.

“Coming!” Trudy replied and went back downstairs.

Her father was standing at the front door. “We got most of the paint off, but it just ain't no good. I'm going to have to repaint the door. I'll head over to the hardware store and buy some. I'll be right back,” George said.

“Oh Daddy. You’ve done enough,” Trudy said.

“Now you know that a job ain’t done till it’s done. So me and your brother are going to town and then finish it,” he said as he grabbed his keys from his overalls.

“You two be careful,” she replied, giving him a hug.
 

 
As George and his son drove in his 2002 GMC pickup, Trevor, obviously agitated, looked like he wanted to say something.

“What’s on your mind boy?” he asked.

“Ah, I don’t know daddy. It’s just so damn weird, you know?”

“You mean your cousin Randy wanting to be a girl?” George clarified.

“Yeah!! I mean aren’t those the kind of people you would normally want to run out of town?” he said looking out the window. “I mean I’ve made fun of people like that and I know that I’ve heard you make comments about them before. But now one of them’s kin to me. I ain’t gonna lie - I don’t feel comfortable around HIM. I don't want catch no weird germs or nuttin!”

George ran his free hand down his beard. “Look Trevor, I don’t get it. And I don’t really agree with it. But after all the things I’ve gone through with losing your momma, your brother, and Katie... I know I’m pretty sure I can overlook that.”

“Where’d that come from pa? I mean just the other day, you called that funny little neighbor kid a freaky little faggot and now your acting all weird on me and stuff!” he said.

Upset, George stated, “Look, Kelly is your kin! I want her in my life. I am not going to have my daughter cut me out of her life and not let me see my granddaughter. If you have a problem with it, keep it to yourself and don't you dare do or say anything to hurt her. Now I MEAN it. If you want to be cut off from your sister, don't come back home. Just don't go messing up my life with my family.”

They drove on a bit more in silence as they both thought things over.

“Well I did a little research on the Internet last night and it got me thinking. There are actual biological reasons for people like your niece being how they are. And as I stand for the Bible and the good word of God, There is just too many doctors and those scientists that have insurmountable evidence that some people can be born in the wrong body or their body is somehow not formed right and needs fixing. I mean, if someone wants to live their life a certain way or needs their body fixed, then who am I to tell them they can’t? Isn’t that what I fought for? For me, you, and everyone else in this country? The freedom for people to live as they please?” George said.

Trevor looked at his dad weirdly. “Man what the hell's gotten into him?” he thought. “My cousin’s turned into a little pansy faggot and now my dad's done gone all weird on me. What the hell's wrong with everyone?!!”

Trevor frowned and stared out the window. He knew his father was stern, but fair. He knew his sister has had a lot of heartbreak in her life recently. “Guess maybe it won't do no harm to let it slide for now. Losing my place to stay and family isn't worth Randy wanting to be a girl,” he pondered.

“Yeah I guess I’ll get over it,” Trevor drawled out still looking out the passenger side window of the truck at the landscape rolling by. “But it’s still weird!”

“I’m sure you will son. You have to know what is really important to you. In this life, your family is important. I hope one day you will find it in your heart to learn that.”

They soon turned into the parking lot at Appleton's Hardware store.
 
 
Kelly woke up after about four hours later and decided to go downstairs, still wearing her new nightclothes. As soon as she hit the bottom floor, a wonderful smell coming from the kitchen assaulted her senses.

She walked into the kitchen and saw her mom setting up the table with oven roasted chicken, corn bread, mashed potatoes, cream corn, and butter beans along with some fresh made sweet tea.

“Mom? How could you have taken a nap?”

“Oh, hey sweetie! I was just about to wake you up. I felt guilty about your grandpa and uncle doing all that work and decided to cook everyone a good home cooked meal. Will you go get them both and let them know dinner's ready?”

“Sure mom,” she said as she walked out into the cool evening air on the front porch. George and Travis had finished repainting the garage door and were cleaning paint off of their hands when she walked out.

She was still intimidated by her grandfather, but she just stood there and watched for a second.

“Hey guys! Mom said supper's ready.”

Her grandpa looked at her. “Good! Tell her we’ll be in in a second, soon as the turpentine's washed off,” he said as he started to wash out his paint roller with the garden hose.

Trevor, though, gave her a quick strange look and went back to squeezing the paint out of his roller. She could definitely tell that he didn’t like her. A bit of a worry cropped up inside her as she turned around and went back inside.

Not long after both her and her mother sat down and patiently waited for them to come in, George and Trevor entered the kitchen with a faint odor of turpentine in their clothes.

They said grace, and began to dig into the feast before them. George and Trudy started talking about stuff while Trevor and Kelly sat quietly and ate.

After everyone was finished, George and Trevor decided it was time to go home.

Kelly said goodbye and stared at them through the bay window as they got into their truck and drove off.

Kelly turned her mind back to Tommy and sat down on the couch beside her mother to watch TV with her for awhile.
 
 

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To Be Continued...
 

 

Tommy was constantly being bullied in school by Randy on a daily basis.
Tommy's life completely changes when he meets
a mysterious girl after school while riding his bike.

This accidental meeting... led to something more!

by Kayla Don

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Image Credits: Title Picture purchased and licensed for publishing from

123rf.com. The model(s) in this image is in / and are no way connected with this story nor supports nor conveys the issues and situations brought up within the story. The model(s) use is solely used for the representation of looks of the main character(s) of this particular story. ~Sephrena.

Divider licensed for use in publishing from Photoshopgraphics.com ~Sephrena.

Legalities: Archiving and reposting of this story *unchanged* is permitted provided that: 1) You must have contacted the author, Kayla, and have asked permission first and received said permission to host this particular work. 2) No fee be charged, either directly or indirectly (this includes so-called "adult checks") or any form of barter or monetary transfers in order to access viewing this work *and* (3) PROVIDED that this disclaimer, all author notes, legalities and attribution to the original author are contained unchanged within the work. 4) The author of this work, Kayla, must be provided free account access at all times the work is hosted in order to modify or remove this work at her sole discretion.

The characters, situations, and places within this work are fictional. Any resemblance between actual people (living or dead), places, or situations is entirely coincidental.

This work is the copyrighted material of the respective author. ~Kayla.

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Chapter 10

Tommy was laying in his hospital bed thinking over the past few weeks. His whole life had been turned upside down. He had gone from an average high school kid being bullied on a daily basis in school to winding up being shot and almost dying. Now he was laying right here in this hospital room recovering with no idea just how he was going to proceed with his life.

The bully whom had caused this entire chain of events was a brown haired boy named Randy who roamed school along with those two friends of his like a small thug. Randy wasn't even really a thug. He was a defensively shy person hiding a terrible secret within. Randy had been trapped in an existence of hell and was looking for a way out.

Every time Randy's eyes had lain upon the sight of Tommy, something tore at him from within. A terrible pang of guilt... a crushing admiration... and more. Randy's eyes always seemed so fearful whenever Tommy had looked into them. Randy would always avert his gaze and put up a brash bravado of male machoism. More for a show for his thuggish friends than anything else. Tommy could only imagine what Randy must have truly felt like at what he was doing to Tommy.

The reason for the way Randy acted towards him was dually laced: Randy's friends stuck to him like glue and he had felt trapped being around them at the same time. Randy, after all, had an image to uphold in front of them. And then there was Randy's dark secret. A secret so terrible it would destroy him.

His bully was really in love with him!

Randy... his bully. My bully!

Tommy giggled at thought.

Randy wasn't even Randy. He was a shell constructed to hide a girl named Kelly within. Kelly was always there, just she had to answer to a different name and always look out to a world that decreed she had to be something she wasn't. And the older she got the more she realized she had to hide and construct her costume. When Kelly's sister Katie died, a part of Kelly died too. Kelly inverted and shoved herself deep down within her psyche and let her costume take over.

Slowly, Kelly began to emerge, peeping through and trying to see what was out there. She saw someone that interested her and at the same time, the reality which dictated she had to stay in her costume kept her shackled, unable to realize what she wanted. And so the frustration built.

Kelly was lashing out at the very person she loved. Wanting to say what she wanted but unable to because of the situation and scared because of what the world would think.

Finally she snapped and took the chance to try secretly let herself be free if only for a little bit of time each day. That was when fate intervened and she had that accidental meeting with Tommy while on one of her such outings.

Tommy's mood changed as he reminisced on the fun times that they had together. Even though he now knew that Kelly was Randy, it really didn't matter much since they both had great fun together and they seemed to click. The reality was that Kelly was in great danger. Kelly had to maintain her Randy disguise while in school. And that was not going to be an easy thing at all. After the shooting, Kelly seemed to burst forth with such liveliness and so much more of herself was out openly that Tommy seriously doubted that she could hide under the guise of Randy anymore without others noticing her.

Tommy's thoughts were interrupted as he heard his hospital room door open.

He looked over, only to see someone he hadn’t seen since school had let out for Thanksgiving break.

Joey.

“Hey Joey, what’s up?” Tommy said with some surprise. He readjusted himself to sit up a little more in bed.

Joey was kind of hesitant to speak, but let out a faint smile.

“What do ya mean what’s up? I leave you alone for one week and you go and get yourself shot.”

He walked over to the foot of the bed.

“Well it’s not like I planned this,” Tommy laughed and then winced as a slight pain shot through his side. Joey had this look about him like he really wanted to say something but was carefully thinking it over.

Joey looked Tommy right in the eye.

“Is it true?” he asked flatly.

Tommy knew what he was asking about but decided to try and joke it off to lighten up the mood.

“True? What’s true?”

“You know damn well what I’m talking about Tom! Please don’t joke around.” Joey looked pissed. “Word's already gotten around school and I’ve seen the pictures of Randy in a dress.” He said it like he had a bad taste in his mouth.

Tommy's gut tightened. He was going to try and deflect the issue.

“Randy? In a dress? What the hell are you on Joey? Are you sure it isn't someone trying to frame me and photoshop pictures of Randy on me?”

“Bullshit Tommy! That was Randy! I saw the photos and talked with the girl who shot these on her smart phone. She has Randy in her class,” Joey spit out. He then pulled out and unfolded two printed photo pages. He tossed them onto Tommy's lap.

Internally, Tommy steeled himself as he picked them both up and looked. The first one showed Kelly laying overtop of him on the ground. Not much could be seen. Good! The second one... Oh no!

There was no mistaking that! Kelly's face was upturned and, yes, without the wig. No one who knew Randy would doubt that the face in that photo was not him!

“Kelly who… ?” Joey paused. Tommy snapped back to reality realizing that he was still having a conversation with Joey.

“Huh?” Tommy asked.

“You just said that you missed Kelly. Kelly who?”

Tommy sighed. It seemed like there was no further way to avoid the issue. “Kelly, the girl I took to the dance.”

Joey's eyes cringed in disbelief.

“You mean Randy?!!!” Joey spit out.

“Look Joey, honest. I didn’t know that it was Randy until after I woke up here in the hospital. Believe me, it was a big shock to me! What more do you want out of me. That's all there was to it.” Tommy admitted. Tommy knew that what he was saying was the truth, but he hated having to say it in such a way as to make it look like he didn't care about Kelly / Randy. The truth was... he did care.

“Your not still with it man, are you? These photos are on Facebook! Others in school have seen these pictures! They were being passed around in classes today. And you know what else? Randy isn't in school either!”

Tommy clenched his left fist tight.“Joey what the hell's wrong with you? You're acting like you are on a crusade of hatred or vengeance! I'm the victim here, in case you've forgotten! I was the one who was shot! I was the one who was deceived!”

Tommy hung his head down. “Finding out that Kelly was Randy was, well..., not something I come across every day. But I sure am not going to hate someone without a really good cause.”

“Holy shit! I don't freaking believe what I am hearing! My only friend’s a faggot!” Joey yelled out. Covering his face with both hands, Joey, in a hushed and pained voice, let slip “What's this world coming too? Tommy... please!!!! Y-yy-you are... my friend.”

Tommy's blood boiled uncontrollably.

“GET OUT! Get the HELL out of my room!” Tommy erupted in fury. Ignoring the pain, he took his almost empty dinner tray and flung across the room towards Joey, almost hitting him.

The door crisply shut behind Joey.

Tommy stared at the crinkled damning photo of Kelly. The way she held a protective stance overtop of him when he was down for the count, those tear-streaked pleading eyes looking upwards, that angelic face... That wasn't Randy! There is no Randy!!! Randy was never but an invention for Kelly to hide behind. But how can you make the world understand something like that?

And it was because of the way societies and religions are that forced Kelly to have to hide like this in the first place. Why does the world have to be that way?

Tommy was softly crying, not so much for the pain in his side, but for the pain of seeing a side of a friend he had never known existed.

But what he didn’t see was the lone tear rolling down Joey's cheek when he had walked out.

Tommy clutched the photos against his chest as he snuggled down into his pillow.
 

 
Sometime later, Tommy was jarred awake from his sleep by a beeping and booping sound. He looked over and saw Tracy sitting in a chair near his bed playing her PSP.

“How long have you been here?” he asked as he sat up.

“I think fifteen minutes.”

Tommy quickly remembered about the photos and pushed them under his pillow.

“Do you ever put that thing down?” he asked.

“Nope,” she replied, not ever taking her eyes off of it.

So much for conversation.

“Do you know where my mom's at?” Tommy asked.

“She and my dad both left to get some lunch,” she answered, suddenly clicking the buttons more intensely,“Said they’d be back later.”

“They sure seem to be spending a lot of time together here lately,” he said as he gently stretched.

“You ain’t kidding!” She stopped playing her psp and set it down in her lap. “If they keep at it like this I’m think I might be calling you my brother.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” he said scratching the back of his head.

He noticed that she was looking at him.

“Well, so, tell me something about yourself,” he started.

“What do ya wanna know?” she smiled.

“I guess, well, where do you go to school at?”

“Well I go to a private Christian school on the other side of town. White Rose.”

“Oh ok. Well what type of games do you like?” he asked, pointing towards her psp.

She looked up and smiled. “Well where do I start? I pretty much like them all, but my favorite has got to be the first Call of Duty-Black Ops, and I love the modern warfare series too,” she said.

Tommy widened his eyes. “Aren’t you a little young for all of that?”

“Most likely, but I can’t help it that I love first person shooters.” she gushed. “I guess you could call me one heck of a gamer girl!”

She laughed.

“Are you any good at them?”

She looked at him like he was from another planet.

“Are you serious? Heck, I’m one of the best! There ain’t many guys out there who can hold a candle to me whether it be racing games, sports games, hunting games or combat games... I’ll whip anyone who tries to challenge me.” she said with pride.

“Ok, well what about your mom?” he asked.

“My mom and dad divorced when I was a lot younger cause mom was a heavy drinker and then arrested for having cocaine not long after. She won’t be out of jail till I’m fifteen, so you know,” she shrugged.

“Oh... I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s alright. Hey! I brought my portable X-BOX. You wanna Play GTA 5? I just got it the other day.” Her eyes beamed with eagerness.

“Does your dad know you have that?”

“Maybe, maybe not. But he knows I play COD and Battle Field, so I’m pretty sure he won’t mind. So do you wanna play?”

“Sure, I guess.”

She unzipped a large black bag with the X-BOX symbol on it and began setting the system up on the hospital bed table that they slide up under a patient's bed when they serve them their meals.

“So do you play a lot of games?” Tracy asked.

“Well I do have a Ps3, but I don’t really play it a lot,” he said as she handed him a controller.

“Well now's your chance to catch up! I’m going to let you play first until you die, then I’ll play,” she said.

“Sounds fine,” he said in amazement, considering that someone as small and cute as Tracy could be a hard core gamer who owned some of the most violent video games on the market and being a near ace at them to boot!

“Wow!” he thought as he began adjusting his game settings.
 

 
Bobby and Sam sat in a huddle house down the street from the hospital talking.

“Yeah and when the Sergeant went into the porta-john, we hooked the lifting ring on the top of it and lifted him almost twenty five feet off the ground!!!” Bobby laughed.

“Oh I bet that was funny!” Sam laughed.

“It was freaking hilarious!” he said. “I only wish you could have been there to see it!”

“Did you get into any trouble?” Sam asked.

“Oh yeah! We had to put in for mess hall duty for weeks, but it was worth it,” Bobby laughed.

Sam realized that she felt a warm and fuzzy feeling in her lower stomach while she watched him. She had never thought she would find someone who not only knew about her past as a man, but also accepted her. He genuinely seemed interested enough in her to share his past and want to be with her.

As she thought about it, even with all that has happened with her son, she realized that this was the first time since Stacy had been killed that she felt genuinely happy to be with someone else.

Bobby sipped up the last of his near cold coffee. “What’s on your mind?”

“Oh nothing really,” Sam breathed, as she nervously pushed her back from her face and tucked it in behind her ear. “I was just thinking of how lucky I am to have met someone like you.”

“Oh really? Now why’s that?” he leaned on the table, setting his coffee cup down, and smiled.

“Well you know, not many people, especially here, would be willing to be with someone... like me.” Sam looked ashamed.

“Hey! I haven’t known you all that long, but I can tell that I am the one who is lucky enough to have found you,” he said as he gripped her hand.

“I’m not that special.”

“What are you saying? You're smart, pretty and you have a really big heart! And that's more than most women in these parts have. In fact, so much so, that I really want to get to know you better,” he said making Sam blush even more than she ever thought possible. She felt that warmth glow again within her stomach.

“Samantha Jones?”

Their repertoire was interrupted by someone that had now appeared next to their table. When Sam looked up she saw a face she had hoped to never see again.

She frowned.

“Agent Williams, long time no see.”

“Yeah, it’s been awhile,” he said holding his hand out to Bobby.

“Agent Scott Williams, U.S Marshal.”

“Staff Sergeant Bobby Stokes, National Guard” Bobby said as he shook Scott's hand firmly.

“So what brings you around?” she asked as the agent sat down with them.

“Well I know the last time we met, I told you that you were free to go and I wouldn’t bother you ever again. But it seems that some old friends of yours seem to be stirring and we believe that your identity and location are compromised.”

“Dammit!” Sam exclaimed as she pounded that tabletop.

“Look, our sources have traced his operatives to visiting a certain Facebook page with Tommy's picture on it, but I promise you, if any of them set foot into Mississippi, we’ll be on them like white on rice,” he said.

Samantha gulped.

“Do they know I’m not a man anymore?” Sam asked fearing his answer.

“For the moment, most likely no. We think when they saw Tommy’s picture on the Internet that they figured that you would be with him as your old self,” Scott said.

Samantha's worst fears were now being realized. Staying here was really no longer possible. They would have to move! This time, her son was in direct danger.

“Look, they may not try anything, but we’ll be keeping an eye out just in case. I just figured I’d warn you in advance. If it becomes necessary, well execute another relocation and do deep cover this time. It may be prudent to do it anyways, just to be on the safe side. But I'll leave that for you to decide. Here, this is my new card it's got my cell and office number,” he said as he handed it to Sam.

“If it becomes necessary, do you think your son would be adverse to some cosmetic changes? Hair color dyed? Style? And maybe some minor facial changes to remove the chances of another identity compromise if he is ever photographed again? Deep cover depends entirely upon things like that.”

Samantha thought it through and reluctantly nodded, knowing Tommy would most definitely not like it, but if his life were at stake, she was certain he would do it. Why oh why did her past have to come back up and haunt her and her son's life?!!!

“Once again, I apologize for the news and we are doing our best to locate them right now. Try to have a good day and keep my card handy,” he said as he got up and walked away.

“I can't believe this...” Sam sighed.

“Those are the guys you were talking about?” Bobby asked as he squeezed her hand again for reassurance.

“Yeah, he may be a Grade-A asshole, but he is at least someone I can trust.”

“He seemed okay enough to me,” Bobby said as he leaned across the table and nuzzled her nose.

“You don’t know him like I do,” she giggled.

“Well don’t worry, I’ll keep you and Tommy safe,” he said as he pressed his lips to hers. She kissed him back then sadly smiled. She really did not want Bobby nor his daughter involved with this. It was bad enough that she herself and Tommy were directly. Kelly was another issue intertwined with theirs. All of this had the potential to explode and people could lose their lives. She really had to act, and act soon.

“I’m going to hold you to that,” she said as she stood. “Maybe we should get back to the kids?”

“Yep! Let's go,” Bob said as he took three bucks from his wallet and laid it on the table.
 

 
The two had been playing for awhile and Tommy had gotten the car he was driving stuck on something when the door opened and in walked his mom and Bob.

“What are you two up to?” Bob asked.

“Just playing some games,” Tracy nervously replied.

“It wouldn’t happen to involve maybe stealing some cars and, maybe involve shooting cops would it?” Bob said as he crossed his arms.

“Maybe...” she slowly let out while looking at him with an “I’m innocent” face.

“Tracy. You know how I feel about that game,” Bob stressed.

“But daddy! I only play it because of the cars.”

“Alright I give up! I’m tired of doing this. Just keep it turned down. I don’t like you listening to all that bad language.”

Bob ran his fingers along his chin. “I’ve hid that game so many times from her it’s not even funny,” he said to Sam.

“How did she even get it?” Sam asked.

“I have no clue. And I’ve given up on trying to find out. But she does knows the difference between real and fake, and she knows not to say the bad words, so I don’t really mind too much. But it's the going around behind me, the tearing of trust I want between us, that hurts me the most,” he said.

He knew that Tracy heard that. He wanted it to sink in. Family was everything to him and he wanted his daughter to learn. If not by using the stick of making rules, then to guilt trip her with the carrot of disappointment at her.

“Um Bob? I really need to talk with Tommy alone, about something...” she said.

“I totally understand! Hey Tracy come on with me over to the hospital cafeteria for a bit. Sam needs to talk to Tommy,” he said motioning for his daughter to come over.

She nodded and turned to Tommy. “Just pause it and I’ll help you when I get back.”

She got up and walked over to her dad.

“Take your time Samantha. We'll wait for you,” Bob weakly smiled and surprised her with a kiss on her cheek as he passed by. Tracy waved goodbye as they exited the room.
 
 
“What’s up mom?” he asked as Sam walked over and sat on the edge of his bed.

“Sweetie, Scott came by and talked with me earlier,” she said.

“Scott? As in Scott Williams?” Tommy panicked. “What did he want?”

“There’s a chance that we may have been compromised,” Sam said with a sigh.

“This is bad. Real bad. Do you think they’ll find us?” he said worrying about what would happen.

“Sweetie look, I don’t want you worrying about that right now. Just focus on healing. Let me worry about it.” she said as she kissed him on his forehead and drew him into a gentle hug.

“Mom, I have something to tell you too,” Tommy got out as a lump formed in his throat. Samantha released him from her hug and looked in his eyes.

“What is it hon?”

Tommy reached under his pillow and pulled out the folded photos. Sam looked down at them and picked them up. Her eyes went wide!

“It's bad Mom. Joey was here earlier. These are on the internet and were spread around the school today. A good shot of my face,” Tommy choked. “And the other one, of Kelly.”

Samantha hugged her only child again. Tommy was absolutely devastated.

Sam now knew that staying here was impossible. With the reckless posting of Tommy and Kelly's faces on the internet by someone's smart phone, they were all in danger. Three separate families. And going to school? She knew that if they stayed, both Tommy and Kelly's lives would become pure hell - both in school and out. The endless harassment they would get... and worse. It would not be fair to keep them here in that kind of environment. Oh, Tommy would stand up and fight for both his and Kelly's right to be there in peace, the same as all the other kids. But how many fights would he have to face?

“Hell!” Samantha determinedly thought,“The kids deserve better than this crap!”
 
 
They parted their embrace.

“It’s just... I don’t want to have to leave again,” Tommy tiredly complained as he lay back down.

“It’ll be fine. I'm going to do some brainstorming tonight and we’ll figure this out tomorrow. Just you get some sleep and I’ll see you in the morning,” she said as she stood up. “Be a trooper hon. Think positive, and have some sweet dreams tonight.”

“I'll try,” Tommy assented. Samantha smiled once again at Tommy and closed the curtains to the window. She turned on the low background lighting beside the bed, and then shut off the overhead light.

“Hey mom?” Tommy called as she opened the door.

“Yes sweetie?” she turned.

“Do you really think they’ll find us?”

Samantha paused for a moment.

“Not if I have anything to do about it,” she stated as walked out, closing the door.

Outside, in the hallway, Sam leaned up against the wall outside of Tommy's room and sighed. She tried to keep her composure, but the tears found their way out.
 

 
The phone rang.

Trudy Bishop picked it up. “Hello?”

“Trudy? This is Samantha.”

“Is anything wrong? Your voice sounds choked up.”

Samantha paused. “Yeah. A lot is wrong. I am calling you from the hospital. Today, in school, some photos that were taken by one of the students in their school that was at the dance were passed around the entire school. They managed to get good shots of both Tommy and Kelly at the shooting. Even though the teachers found out and collected as many of those photos as possible, the whole school most likely knows about the both of them. They are even posted on Facebook. Kelly's identity is compromised.”

“OMG! Are you serious?”

“I am serious as can be,” Samantha replied. “I contacted the school principal about it just before I called you. They are going to contact the parents of the girl who photographed them. I also asked a friend of mine to submit a page removal request to Facebook. For obvious reasons, you know why I couldn't submit it myself. Hopefully it will be down soon. But the damage is already done.”

Sam heard the panicked breathing on the other end.

“There is something else...I really don't know how to say it other than to just say it. Both Tommy and Kelly and you are in grave danger.”

Trudy asked in disbelief, “From the school kids?”

Samantha sighed. “Worse. A demon from my past. You remember when I mentioned my past with my wife and that biker gang that I was in?”

“...yes.”

“Gang members are still under surveillance. One of them visited that Facebook page earlier today. There is a good chance they now know where Tommy is, and knows about Kelly. Both she and you could become potential targets along with me and my son.”

Trudy couldn't even speak. She sat down into her chair trying to grasp it all.

“Trud, I am not even sure whether to run and relocate or fight. All of this is my fault from my past.”

After a moment, Trudy managed to say, “You can't just beat yourself up for it. It's really not your fault. It's all those dumbshit biker asshole's fault! Pardon my French. And, it's also mine. Mine for letting Randy out so much. I knew the risk of exposure was there, and some of the consequences. I shouldn't have let him go to the dance as Kelly. I shouldn't have!”

“The kid's have got be free Trudy. Closeting them away won't teach them the skills they need and they won't have any kind of life if they have to keep hiding behind closed doors. They need a future. Right now I'm trying to focus on what to do to keep them safe. I'm dead set on pulling Tommy out of school tomorrow and put him into hiding. I really feel that both you and Kelly should go with him for the time being. It'll keep the three of you out of danger, together, and someplace safe.”

“Wait a second. What about you?”

Samantha grimly chuckled, “It's my problem and I am going to be part of the solution. Look, just think this over tonight. I'll stop by tomorrow morning and we can coordinate our plan of action. The federal authorities are involved with this and I need to get back in touch with someone I know there now. But under the circumstances, don't let Kelly go back to school. Wait until I get there in the morning.”

“I have duty tomorrow at the hospital, but I guess I can call in and explain.”

“Trudy, what time do you go in?”

“5:30 am.”

“Okay, look. Don't even call in. I'll have my friend phone it in and explain it to the hospital administration here as soon as I get off with you. Right now we need to be stealth.”

Trudy was silent on her end.

Samantha admitted, “For what it's worth, I'm going to fight for all of us. I'll see you in the morning. Check through your curtains before answering the door.”

“Good night Sam. And thanks...”

Samantha hung up then picked the phone back up. She then reached into her purse and pulled out a business card.
 

 
Bobby took Sam home and walked her to her front door. It was almost dark, but the sun was still visible in the distance.

“Thank you for the ride Bob,” she genuinely complimented him.

“You know you're more than welcome to come to my place and use the guest room,” Bob offered.

“Thanks hon, but I’ll be fine. I need to be alone right now. I’ll see you tomorrow,” she smiled as she kissed him on the lips.

“Goodnight Samantha,” he said as he waited for her to unlock her door and step inside.

He then briskly strode back towards his truck with Tracy looking out of his truck window at him.
 
 
Sam tossed her purse and keys on the kitchen counter and walked over to the fridge. She opened it and pulled out a bottle of Budweiser. She doesn’t normally drink but she does use it to cook with sometimes. But right now, she needed something to calm her nerves.

She sat at her kitchen counter looking at her key ring and the awkward looking triangle shaped key with the yellow rubber on it.

She looked around as she drank her beer. When she finished, she grabbed her keys and walked down to her basement. She flipped on the light and looked towards the corner where she kept a large heavy duty green safe. She stared at the vault-like door.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and inserted her yellow key into the keyhole on the keypad to the side of the safe door. She turned it and then entered a six digit code on the keypad and heard a click.

She opened the heavy door and gazed upon her little friends.

“Well guys, I hoped I’d never have to use you... and I pray I still don’t, but for the meantime, you are going to be sleeping with me,” she said as she reached in.

She pulled out her trusty Sig Sauer M400 and three 30 round mags, and slung it over her shoulder. She then grabbed a holster and her Colt 1911 and two spare mags and put it on her belt. Then she grabbed her Remington 870 tactical and a box of buck shot.

She thought about taking the remaining six guns in the safe and stashing them throughout the house, but thought that would be going overboard. Maybe? Maybe not? Well, at least not for the moment.

As she shut the vault door, she smirked, “I know it's been awhile, but no funny stuff tonight.” She knew her guns and knew them well. They wouldn't take advantage of her under these circumstances.
 
 
She walked up to her room and placed the guns around her bed, halfway hidden but in handy reach.

She thought “Double barrel my ass! Eat your heart out Bidden!” She laughed as she took her pistol out and into the bathroom with her while she took her shower.

The hot water began to soothe her muscles. Sam had beaten a few people half to death in her past as a biker. She had always regretted it. She had never liked nor wanted to hurt anyone. And she was particularly proud that she had never killed anyone.

But she knew that if anyone now tried to hurt her or her son, she wouldn’t think twice about pulling the trigger.
 

 
Meanwhile, across the country, a young man along with an older man sat down in Lonny’s Bar and grill in Tucson Arizona.

“Are you sure that’s him?” the older man asked.

“Yeah! Oh hell yeah!! No doubt about it. That’s his kid! I already called our brothers in Mississippi. They say they're gonna investigate it for us and let us know,” the younger guy said.

“Get on your hog! I want you in Jackson yesterday. Is that clear?” the older man barked as he took a long drag off of his cigarette.

“Yessir!” the young man said as he stood up and started to leave.

“Kale!” the older man added,“Now I want you to call me when you find that bastard!! You hear?!! You better tell those Mississippi boys not to touch him either! He‘s MINE! And mine alone!!! Got that?!!”

The old man emphasized that by slamming his fist down on the table, putting a noticeable crack in it.

“Don’t fuck this up!”

The young man nodded and hurried outside.

The old man took a last long drag of his cigarette and crumpled it out onto the tabletop.

“I’ve got you now you shit! You're gonna pay for testifying against my brother,” the old man growled.
 
 

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To Be Continued...
 

 

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Samantha lay in her bed, but she couldn't sleep feeling the Weight and stress of all the problems and events of the past few days.

She had tried to be strong for Tommy, to be like a rock he could lean on but she couldn't stop herself from being scared. The stress of it all was beginning to feel like it was suffocating her.

As she lay thinking on everything she heard the sound of glass breaking.
She sat up quickly and grabbed her pistol off the bed side table, she aimed it forward and approached the bedroom door, inhaling a deep breath she slowly opened her door and peeked out into the hall.

she looked to the left and then to the right towards the stairs seeing nothing. She then stepped out and made her way down the hall toward the stairs as she got to the top of the stairs she felt herself being pushed from behind.

She tumbled down the stairs head over heels smashing and thudding the whole way ending at the bottom flat on her back facing up ,She couldn't move, she tried and tried but her body was unresponsive.

She felt a wave of fear come over her. As she watched a large figure slowly desend the dark stairs the only light coming from the moon shining through the hallway window at the top.

"I've been waiting a long time for this" he chuckled as he struck his zippo lighting the cigar he had put in his mouth.

Her fear rose to new heights as she saw the man's scared face in the light emanating from the lighter.

"S...t.... St..... Sto.    Stone .....w.....all" she squeaked feeling like she had been stabbed in the chest. Most likely a broken rib.
He flicked on the light switch and smiled as he looked at the fear in her eyes.

"Ah so you do remember me huh" he laughed as he stood beside her.

"My my you have changed since the last time I saw you" he said as he bent down next to her.

"My you look very nice, very nice indead" he said as he took a large knife and lifted the hem of her lavender nightie. He inhaled deeply as he caught a glimpse of the black boy shorts she wore underneath.

Sam cringed when she felt his finger rubbing against the front of her panties.

"Well I'd love to try you out, but I like it when my girls are more  animated, and from the angle of that neck of yours I don't think you'll be all that fun" he laughed as he stood over her.

He bent down and stuck the tip of the large 10" knife above her heart.

"Any last words"? He asked.

" Fuc.......... He slammed the knife through her chest.

She gasped and he just smiled as he watched the life slowly leave her body.

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Sam shot up out of bed and let out a hair curling scream as she felt around her chest and looked around her room.

Breathing heavily She turned on the light and and looked around the empty room, seeing she was alone she sat on the side of the bed trying to calm down.

"It was just a dream"!!! She said to herself over and over.

As the panic died down she looked at the clock.

4:28 am.

Sighing she stood up and grabbed her pistol off the dresser.

She eased her door open and looked out, she reached across the hall and flipped the light switch. On came the lights revealing a empty space.

She sighed and walked into the bathroom, she did her morning deeds and walked downstairs to the kitchen, she poured a bowl of cereal and sat down.

"It felt so real" she thought as she ate.

"Could he find her, would he really come all this way" she thought.

"Yes, yes he would go to the end of the earth to kill her after she helped send his brother to death row..

A little while later Sam was dressed in a pair of jeans her geek squad T-shirt and a pair of running shoes.

She grabbed her purse and put her 1911 in it.Her concealed carry permit was still up to date and she was a card carrying member of the orange hill gun club.

She normally spent a few afternoons a week target shooting at the range, it usually relaxes her to shoot but at this time the practice could save her life.

She grabbed the keys to her 93 f250 4x4, she usually only drove it on the weekends and to the lake but she decided  if she had to ram someone it would fare better then her new focas.

She drove toward bestbuy in the middle of the shopping district of town.As she parked her truck there was a early 2000's model mustang next to her.

" oh hey boss" she heard behind her" she looked to see a young looking almost fresh out of highschool red headed boy in his geek squad shirt and kakies climbing out of the car.

"Hi dexter" she said as she grabbed her hand bag and laptop case out from behind the seat.

"Nice truck, I didn't know you had one of those" he said in aw of the lifted off road truck.

"Yeah I've had it awhile now, how have things been going here"? She asked her assistant manager.

"Oh just fine ma'am, how's Tom doing"?

"He's a strong kid and the doctor said he should be good to go in a few weeks" she said as they started to walk to the front door.

"Oh Hi Sam" a young brunette girl with glasses said as she walked in.

"Hi karen how have you been"? She asked.

" I'll be doing a lot better when I get this Olympic swimmer out of my belly " she said smiling and rubbing the large belly bump.

"Have you found out if it's a boy or girl yet"? Sam asked.

"Me and James are waiting to find out, but I have a sneaking suspicion its a boy" she laughed.

It seemed to take for ever to make it to her office in the back with all the welcome backs and how's your son doings, but she finally sat in her seat and breathed a sigh of relief as she booted up her computer.

Apparently dexter was running just as tight a ship as she normally did as it seemed most of her work was caught up.

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Marshall Williams was at his desk going over papers when his phone rang.

"Williams" he answered.

"This is kale, stonewall is heading to Jackson he knows about the kid but not about his mom, I think he's going to try and use the boy to get to his dad" kale said as he looked around the restaurant He could see the other four bikers standing outside harassing the young women as they walk by.

"Kale be careful we can't send any help with out blowing your cover, your on your own out there if it gets hot you know what to do".

"I'll keep you posted" he said as he hung up the phone.He put on his shades and walked around the booth about that time Lyle walked around.

"Who ya talking to boy" he said as he leaned against the wall in front of kale.

"My old lady, told her I was going outta town for a bit" he said as he walked by.

He stopped, "And by the way don't disrespect me like that again, you may be older but I still out rank you" kale said as he walked on out.

"Fucker" Lyle mumbled as he followed kale out.

They hopped on their bikes and took off, they still had four hundred miles to go.

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Agent Williams walked into dukes dive on third. He looked very out of place in the room full of bikers as he made his way through the crowd.

He walked up to a large older man with a lone wolf denim vest covered with patches and the banner of President.

He sat by the man and ordered a shot of burbon from the girl behind the counter.

"Long time no see Williams" the man said as he sipped his beer.

"Yep how you been" Williams said.

"I was good till this slimy weasel walked in and sat beside me" he slightly turned his head to look at the fed.

"Still upset huh" Williams said.

"Your damn right I'm upset do you know how bad you broke her heart, I sat off to the side and watched her cry for months you little dip shit"!! He said as he faced Williams.

"Do you know how hard it was to watch Sam go through all that, watching one of the few people. You ever really cared about lose the love of his life, then having to become a woman and learn to be the mother to his son"!! " All from the side lines not being able to say or do anything to help"?

Williams hung his head.

"Sam was like a son to me, hell he was my son I never had any kids and he never had a dad, Stacy was like my daughter and Tommy use to call me grand pa they were the only real family I had and I had to watch all this from the side like some freaking phantom"!!! 

"Look I really don't think it was that big of a deal I mean.......

"Not a big deal.... Not a big deal? You little ass wipe she loved you, when you came into her life I saw a glow in her eyes she was happy for the first time in the two years since Stacy died then you used her and when she caught you with that fucking stripper all you could say was you thought she knew it was only temporary"!!!! 

"Look Bill you have to understand in my line of work you can't have a lasting relationship with.........

Bill hit the bar with his balled fist.

" what do you want Williams " he said as he glared at him.

"Bill I have Intel that Stonewall and his boys are coming here" he said

"You mean stonewall is coming here" Billy stood up with a you better not Be shitting me look.

"Look I'm only telling you this so you won't lose your head by finding out from someone else" will said as he stood up and paid his tab.

"But if he happened to get involved in a deal gone bad or some type of accident who's to say I won't turn my back" he said as he walked by Billy.

"You're still a prick but thanks" Billy said.

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Billy walked into the club house with a determined pace.

He walked toward a back room guarded by two hevy set bikers.

"Hey bill how you been" one of the men stood from his chair.

"I'm good is red in"? Bill asked.

"Yeah let me see if he can see ya" the man poked his head in and spoke to someone.

"Go on in" he said.

Bill walked into the back room of the bar into a makeshift office, behind the desk sat a man who like bill was in his mid fifties with greying hair and a air of someone who you just know you don't want to be on his bad side.

"Hey little brother" the man said as he stood and shook bills hand while pulling him into a hug and patting his back.

"Where ya been I ain't seen you since we buried mom" Red said as he leaned back on his desk.

"I've been around" bill said looking around the rather nice office remembering the broom closet it use to be.

"Man things have sure changed since the last time I was here" Bill said as he sat in a comfortable chair.

"I'm going to get to the point red" he said.

Bill then began to tell his brother what was going on with Sam and Tom.

"Look as you know it's been established that the Tucson chapter is rouge, they're too reckless, they draw to much unwanted attention" red said as he poured him and his brother a glass of scotch.

"They contacted us last night saying they needed a place to lay low, but I told them we didn't want their type of attention so I told them no".

"It's funny they still think they're angels" Bill laughed.

"Yeah but they still have their heads in the past, they still believe in nothing but trouble making and living wild and free" Red said.

"You ever miss the old days"? bill asked.

"Every damn day" Red laughed.

"But things have changed to much, those days are long gone little brother"Red said.

"Look I heard that little snake Randal finster is who they got ahold of to find them a place to lay low at, but even though I care about Sam and Tom like I was their uncle I can't get involved with this" Red said looking at his younger brother.

"Hey man I understand, but you've helped me more than you know" Bill said as he stood and walked towards the door. As he turned the knob he heard red.

"Be careful little brother, don't let me have to bury you the same year as mom" he said.

Bill nodded as he walked out the door.

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"Where are they staying, you little fuck wad"?!! Bill yelled as he slammed Randal over the hood of his old junker car.

" I can't tell ya man they'll kill me"!! He yelled.

"I'm gonna kill ya if you don't tell me you worthless tweaker"!!! Bill said pressing the barral of his 357 to the meth heads chin.

" oh please God no" Randal flinched.

"Tell me"!! Bill said cocking the hammer back.

" OK OK they're at that old ware house in the old industrial park, you know the one with the blue roof" he yelled.

"They got there last night"!! 

" How many"? Bill asked.

"Five"!! Randal said.

Bill let him go, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a rather thick pack of a brownish white powder.

He tossed it to Randal who went after it like a wild animal.

" Go get blitzed out of your mind and if you tell anyone about this I promise you that you will die in the most painful agonizing way I can think of" bill said as he walked out of the alley.

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"I'm sorry Williams but we can't use agency resources for this the only thing we can do is have a local officer on this".

" but sir if we don't do this they could be hurt"!! Williams yelled.

"I know that you're personally involved with this case but you've been trying to catch stonewall for years now, but he's been to clean and until he's caught in the act the agency is staying out of it" the voice on the other end of the phone said.

"Yes sir" Williams said as he hung up the phone.

"Damn it"!!! He yelled. He would watch Tommy and his mom himself if he could but with his other current work it was impossible.

He sighed and dialed the number for the county sheriff.

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Kelly walked cheerily into Tommy's hospital room.

"Hey Tom how are you feeling "? She asked.

" oh I'm better now that you're here" he said.

"Hey what's with the cop outside"? She asked.

" Oh its nothing " he said not wanting her to worry.

"Well someone from school brought mine and your home work, so I thought we could do it together" she smiled at the aw crap expression on his face as she pulled some books out of her back pack.

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"Hey Kale phone its the boss" Lyle said as he handed the prepaid phone to kale.

"Sir" he answered.

"I'm about two hours out meet me at the wee clover, its an old pub on the south side of town" Stonewall said, bring Lyle"! He said then hung up the phone.

"Lyle we're going to meet up with the boss" Kale said as he walked by.

"Coming boss" Lyle said.

He waited till kale was out of sight he handed a piece of paper to one of the guys.

"Get the kid and follow these instructions" he told him

"He looked to the third one and handed him a piece of paper, your on this" he said as he walked away.

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Trudy was working on another floor covering for a nurse who was out sick, she was only working till her normal lunch break then was going to spend some time with her "daughter" and Tommy but it was still a little while off.

It had been rough at work, they were already short handed hospital wide due to cut backs and now it seems half the hospital is out sick with this new stomach virus.

She was thinking about all the past weeks events but was smiling knowing everything thing would be OK. She was interrupted when her pager went off.

She looked at just in time to read when it cut off. 

" Dang it not again " she sighed trying to turn it on.

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Ben, Jason and Steven left the ware house and split off in different directions.

Ben and Jason heading to the hospital and Steven heading off on his special assignment.

Ben and Jason were in a borrowed van and Steven was in a older Ford Taurus.

Ben and Jason got to the hospital and walked in.

The place was pretty packed but according to the instructions the kid was on the third floor but the room was unknown.

The two slipped into the elevator and made their way to the intended floor.

When the door opened they were on a floor that seemed abandoned except for the sheriff deputy who was talking to the night nurse.

They walked up to the desk.

" excuse me gentleman but visiting hours ende........

"Don't move or scream" Ben pulled out a revolver and pointed it at the cop while  Jason pointed a sawed off double barrel shotgun at the nurse.

"Look we don't want no trouble, you two pay attention and you won't get hurt" Ben said as he disarmed the cop and took his radio off his belt.

They forced the two down the hallway.

Harold Gupta was just locking the janitors closet when he turned to be facing the barrel of a shotgun.

"Open the door hagjie" Jason ordered.

With shacking hands he did as told.

The bikers forced the three into the closet and locked the door after verifying it couldn't be opened from the other side.

"Let's find this kid and get out of here" Ben said as he walked over to the desk.

Jason watched for others as Ben looked over the roster.

There seemed to be only three people on this ward.

"Bingo, room 302 he said as they made their way to the room.

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Kelly was going over an algebra problem when the door opened.

Visiting hours had ended about an hour ago but her mom was only working till lunch tonight.

Normally Trudy was off this week but they were short handed, so her and Kelly were going to leave together.

She heard the door open, she looked up expecting to see her mom but froze when two men with guns walked in.

"DON'T  move" one of them said.

"What do you want"? Tommy asked feeling fear rising in him, but he wasn't scared for his life he was scared that Kelly would get hurt.

" please you can do whatever you want to me but leave her alone" he said as he sat up.

"NO"!! Kelly yelled as she tossed herself over him.

Ben nodded to Jason.

Jason walked over and grabbed the girl by her hair, to his surprise it came off in his hand.

He looked at the girlish looking boy wearing a denim skirt black tights and a blue shirt and black denim cropped jacket.

" what the hell is this, its a little fag"!!!! Jason spat tossing Kelly's wig over in the corner of the room. He looked at the trembling kid. "He's cute" he thought, Jason had a fetish involving dominating a little sissy or lady boy. 

"What do we do boss"? 

" Get up both of you"!! Ben barked.

"He cant, he's hurt" Kelly yelled.

"Get a wheel chair" he told Jason.

Jason poked his head out and looked, he saw one.

"Look kid the two of you are coming with us, we only need you but if you fight us your". He looked at Kelly.

" Friend is going to be hurt very badly understand "?.

" I'll do what you want just don't hurt her, please" Tommy said squeezing her hand.

"Hey boss I got one" Jason said as he walked in pushing a wheel chair.

"You help your boyfriend into the chair" Ben ordered.

Kelly helped Tommy sit up, he inhaled deeply as a sharp pain tore through him.

But driven by the fear of what these animals would do to Kelly he was able with her help to get into the chair.

"Alright kids let's get this straight, the lobby isn't all that crowded we're going to be calm and if you yell I'm not above aborting this job and running, but if I have to do that then I'm going to shoot the two of you got that? He asked.

Tom and Kelly nodded.

The group made their way to the elevator, they passed a closet and heard people banging on the door and yelling.

Kelly was trembling as they got off in the lobby, there was a security guard texting on his phone by the door, the night receptionist was busy with a man holding his arm which seemed to be limp.

And none of the people waiting seemed to notice them. She wanted to scream but she glanced to her side and could see the gun one of the men had under his coat. He had it right behind Tommy's head.

She felt her heart fall as they got to a van parked off to the side.

Tommy winced as he was loaded into the van.

One of the men hopped in back with them as the other drove.

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" Alright good"Lyle said into his phone.

"Is the boss here yet?" Kale asked as he walked in the back room of the abandoned bar.

"Naw he's going to be a bit, the others have the kid and are going to meet the boss at that old fair ground outside of town.

Kale's heart sank "Who did that and on who's orders"? He demanded.

" The old man ordered it, said I was moving up to shot caller so I was told to handle it on my own " Lyle smiled.

"Well I've got to hit the head" Lyle said as he walked by patting Kale on the shoulder.

Kale waited till he was out of site, he pulled out a cellphone and texted williams.

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Trudy got off the elevator and walked into a scene from a police movie.

There were cops everywhere.

"Oh my God Trudy" a woman yelled.

"We've been trying to page you" Pam the night nurse said as she walked over.

"My pager isn't working right, what's going on? She felt fear

Her heart dropped as the nurse explained what had happened, the shrill scream she let out had to have been heard by the whole town.

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" Sam was in her office when her phone rang, she answered and it was agent Williams.

As soon as he told her what had happened, she hung up on him.

She ran from the store hopped in her truck and burned rubber leaving the parking lot.

"I'll kill him, I'll kill him"!!!! She yelled over and over as she drove.

Her phone rang over and over William trying to reach her.

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Kale was fidgeting and watching Lyle, he knew he had to keep his eye on the olde r biker. Lyle was violent and had mentioned he had killed before.

As he watched there was a sound of a door opening, Ben walked in pushing the kid in a wheel chair.

Kale was confused.

" Here's the kid, boss will be here in a bit but wants you to find out where his old man is" Ben said.

"I thought you were meeting him at the fair ground"? Kale asked.

" Change of plans, I got to get back we got the kids little pansy boyfriend back at the warehouse" he said as he walked out.

Kale looked at Tommy, he looked like he was in pain all this movement can't be good for him.

He watched Lyle as he sat down looking for something in a bag.

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Kelly was sitting in a cold room in a dingy warehouse, she was scared and worried about Tommy they had been separated from each other and he was taken away.

The biker was looking at her strange, he walked over to her she tried to get closer to the corner she was in but the concrete wall wouldn't budge.

"You know I've always had a thing for little girls like you, we got a minute before Ben gets back let's have a little fun" he smiled as he grabbed Kelly by the back of her neck and jerked her to her feet.

"No"!!! She screamed as she was lead fighting to a table.

He forced her over and held her down.

She felt him lift her skirt.

" Aw ain't these cute"he said as he felt her bottom through her white hello kitty panties with the pink trim, they were her favorite.

"Ah what have we here"? He said as she felt him rub the front of her panties gently caressing her and softly squeezing.

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

" Please don't "!! She sobbed.

" Aw don't worry sweetie I guarantee you'll love it" he laughed.

She felt his fingers grab the waistband when suddenly he let go.

She heard a struggling noise.

She turned to see a larger biker had the young biker in a chokehold and had lifted him off the ground.

The young biker was fighting and fling his arms and legs around. He reached for a knife in his belt, Kelly watched as the older biker appllied more pressure, she heard a snapping noise and the older man jerked.

With a crack the young biker went limp. The older biker let him fall to the floor with a thud.

She stood up and tried to back away but the table was there.

She was terrified standing in front of this large intimidating man, bill Gregory also known as Hoss was a walking mountain  at six feet five and two hundred and sixty pounds of mostly muscle.

He had a big bushy Beard and dressed as a biker he looked mean.

Kelly was scared.

He bent down on one knee, "you OK kid"? He asked taking a hankie out and wiping her tear filled eyes.

She nodded and he took her hand. " come on we need to leave"! He said leading her out of the building, they walked around a few bushes and there was a large Harley Davidson motorcycle.

He climbed on. "Climb on I think I know where they took Tommy" he said.

"You know Tommy"? She asked.

" Well yeah he's kinda my grandson* Bill smiled.

Kelly hopped on the back and held on to the big man's waist.

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Sam was in a rage, she had gone by the house and grabbed her rifle and some ammo. She had remembered one of stonewalls old hang outs from the one time they had been to Jackson years ago.

It was closed now but maybe.

As she was sitting at a red light tempted to run it a motorcycle stopped beside her.

She glanced at it and her eyes locked onto the rider.

He looked up and smiled at her.

Ben had gotten half way back to the warehouse when he remembered he forgot to get something from Lyle so he had turned around.

"Damn I love a woman in a truck" Ben thought looking at the pretty lady driving the jacked up Ford.

She looks shocked, must be my good looks" he thought licking his lips.

"That bastard, that fucking bastard" she gritted her teeth.

Ben had been there the night Stacy and him were attacked, he was the one who held her down and forced her to watch six other men rape Stacy.

He had been able to disappear and was never caught.

Sam couldn't help it, she grabbed her pistol and pointed it at him.

His eyes got big as he turned the throttle and speed through the red light.

Sam floored it catching rubber in the first four gears as she took off after him.

He had an advantage over her truck with his motorcycle.

He squeezed down an alley.

Sam took off around the block.

She rounded the corner as he was coming out of the narrow alley.

"Shit" he yelled as he speed up.

The chipped 7.3 power stroke in Sam's truck was working hard but keeping up with the motor bike.

She reached out and fired.

"What the fuck is wrong with this crazy bitch" he yelled as he ducked the shots.

This whole place was mostly abandoned warehouses and old run down apartments.

Sam had one shot left, she shot and was rewarded with the back tire shredding and the bike fish tailing into a parked car.

Ben flew off the bike and skidded across the road stopping on a set of railroad tracks.

He lay there feeling like every bone in his body was broke.

He heard foot steps he looked to see the woman standing there.

Sam looked at the man laying there.

"Who are you"? He asked.

"Look at me and tell me you don't recognize me" She sneered.

He looked at the woman, she had tattoos on her arms he could make out a few in the light of the street lamp.

They looked familiar but he couldn't place them.

"Where is my son"? She demanded.

Then it hit him who she was.

" Sam"!!! He said.

"Fuck you I ain't saying anything" he spat on her as he sat up.

At that moment the track he was sitting on shifted and pinned his leg to the side of the other track.

There was a crack as the bone broke.

He didn't yell he screamed, he tried to get lose as the lights started to flash and he heard the horn of a train in the distance.

"Please help me, please"!! He begged.

" Where's my son and then I'll help you " Sam said as the train was getting closer.

She looked down the line and could see a light coming around a curve.

"He's at the wee clover, he's at the wee clover fuck please help me"!!! He was screaming.

Sam bent down and whispered in his ear.

" Rot in hell" she stood and walked back in the direction of her truck.

"You fucking bitch, you faggot whore, I'll fucking kill you"!!! He yelled.

" hoooonnnnnnkkkkkk"!!!!!!!

"No please help me, Sam I'm sorry pleassssss.

" Hoooonnnnnnkkkkkk!!!!!

"Nooooooooo, " Ahhhhhhhhhhhjj................

That and the sound of crunching Was all Sam heard as the train rolled over him. She smiled as she put her truck in gear and backed up.

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Agent Williams was set up at the fair grounds with an entire tactical response team waiting on the bikers to arrive with Tommy. He had snipers set with shoot to kill orders, if anything happened to Tommy Bill and Sam would never forgive him. At that point he didn't know who he should be more afraid of.

As he watched a old car pulled down into the main square of the park.

A biker got out and opened the trunk.
He reached in a was pulling what looked like a person out of the back.

"Now" he called over his radio.

The men surrounded the car.

The biker tossed his hands in the air.

"Tommy, Tommy" Will yelled as he bent down and pulled the mask off the figure.

There was a small Late teens boy who looked like he was high as you can get.

"Am I getting paid now"? He asked.

He looked at the biker.

" What is this"? He demanded.

The biker smiled.

"Hey Boss, Kale's a Nark" he laughed.

At that moment williams noticed the blue tooth ear piece in the bikers ear.

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Lyle heard everything, he smiled.

He looked behind him to see Kale watching him.

"Hey boss look in that bag on the table for my plires.

 kale was hesitant, he was trying to figure out how to get the boy out and take care of Lyle, if he got word out then the boys Friend was dead.

He could blow his cover but the boss and his guys could walk in any minute.

He nodded and walked over to the table.

Lyle stood and pulled out his Glock 40.

He walked up behind kale.

Tommy wasn't sure what was going on but something told him to warn the man.

" LOOK OUT "!!! Tom yelled

Kale ducked right as the gun went off.

He knocked the gun from lyles hand it landed by Tommy's feet.

The two started fighting like cats and dogs, they broke the table smashed through crates.

The whole time Tommy was trying to reach the gun, it hurt to move but fear let him push through the pain, the gun was just right out of reach.

Kale had been a army ranger before he became a marshal but even he was having trouble fighting Lyle.

Lyle was taller then Kale and was also into weight lifting and steroids.

"I always knew you were a Nark"!! Lyle said as he slammed Kale's head against the wall.

He let kale fall to the floor.

"I'm gonna enjoy this" he smiled.

He pulled out a switch blade and knelt down.

He went to stab Kale in the head but he tossed his hand up.

Kale yelled in pain as the knife went through his hand.

Lyle just smiled and forced the knife closer toward Kale's forehead.

"BANG"!!! Lyle jerked.

"BANG"!!! "BANG"!!! He jerked again and fell over dead.

Kale pushed him off and he rolled over.

Kale sat up looking at his hand with the knife in it.

He grabbed the handle, it made a slurping sound and he gritted his teeth as he pulled it out.

It clanked as he tossed it across the room.

He looked at Tommy who was still pointing the gun at him.

"It's OK kid, I'm a US Marshall" he said as he stood.

Tommy relaxed a bit he fell backwards and sat in the wheel chair.

Kale walked over, he saw tom looking at Lyle.

"Don't feel bad kid, that's a kinder death then he deserves" kale said as he walked over and grabbed a cloth from the bag on the ground.

He carefully wrapped his hand.

He got behind the chair.

"Come on we need to go" he said as he started to push.

"What about Kelly" the boy asked weakly.

"Don't worry we'll find her" Kale said hoping he was right.

"Where did you learn to shoot like that"? Kale asked.

" Well my mom takes me to her gun club once a week and we shoot, she says I need to know in case I need to defend myself " Tommy said.

"Remind me to thank your mom" Kale said as he opened the door to the hall.

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Sam came to a screeching halt as she arrived at the old pub.

She grabbed her rifle expecting a fight.

As she was about to enter she heard a motorcycle coming.

She quickly ducked behind a dumpster, the motorcycle came to a stop.

She thought she heard someone say something about her truck.

Then the motor shut off.

She emerged.

"Hold It"!!! She yelled.

"Woah SAM don't shoot" the man yelled with his hands up.

"SAM please don't shoot him" Kelly yelled as she came from around him.

Sam almost dropped her rifle.

"B..... B..Bill"!! She yelled.

He nodded and walked over to her, he embraced her in a hug that lifted her off her feet.

She let her rifle fall and hugged him crying.

" I thought you were dead" she cried.

"I know, I know I've been watching out for you this whole time, I couldn't contact you cause it could blow your cover" he said as he let go and wiped her eye with his thumb.

"Tommy"! She gasped and reached down and grabbed her rifle.

The two of them were about to go in when the door opened and they saw a beaten and bloody biker pushing Tommy out in a wheel chair.

" Don't move dirt bag" Bill yelled pointing his pistol at the man.

"US Marshall don't shoot"!!! Kale yelled.

" Don't shoot him"!!! Tommy yelled.

The man looked at Tommy who he could tell was shocked to see his Grandpa alive and well.

"Grandpa"? Tommy said.

" Hey buddy its me" bill said as he knelt down and hugged him.

Sam walked over to kale. 

"You look like shit" she laughed.

"I feel like shit" he laughed then coughed.

Sam hugged him.

"Thank you for saving my son"! She said.

" I should thank you for teaching him to shoot, he saved my life in there.

Sam looked at him puzzled.

"You can ask him about it later" kale said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette.

"Hey you, where's stownwall"? . 

"He's riding into town he's still a ways out though" kale said.

"Where's the guy who did that to you" Bill asked.

"Back there why"? Kale said puzzled.

" Hold off on reporting all this, I have an idea" Bill said as he pulled out his phone to call Red.

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Williams was Interrogating the biker they arrested at the fair grounds when his phone rang, it was Kale.

"Damnit Where have you been I've been trying to call you"!! He yelled.

" Look the kids are fine Sam is here with some guy named bill, Stonewalls on his way but we have a plan"!!

"Kale I can't let you kill him"!! Williams said in a hushed voice as he walked into his office and shut the door.

" We're not, just listen " kale said and then went on to say what was going to happen.

The more he heard the more he liked.

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Stonewall and two of his best friends were riding into Jackson, they were almost to the city limits when a plume of bikers came out of no where and surrounded them.

They were forced to stop.

The other two were ready to fight but stonewall held them back.

The crowd of bikes moved to the side as a tall intimidating man with greying redish brown hair walked through the crowed and stood in front of Stonewall.

Phil Gregory or Red as his friends called him, was just as big as his brother Bill, he was the kind of guy that he respected those who respected him.

Over the last thirty years He has worked his way from prospect to President of his chapter.

Unlike those before him he was a very smart man, he had rules that all his people had to follow, No drinking while working, respect women, absolutely no drug use and never fight or hurt a fellow angel.

He was a man who got what he wanted, he had grew up watching his mom get abused by his dad and other bikers and he swore he'd put a stop to it one day, it took twenty seven years but he did and not only had  his Branch become the largest the Hells Angles had ever seen but they even had a very up standing reputation with local law enforcement and other gangs in the area.

Red was a business man plain and simple.

The police tended to look the other way as long as they didn't cause trouble.

Stonewall was keeping a brave face but he felt like pissing himself, he knew what happened to those who crossed Red.

"I thought I told you I didn't want you here, Stonewall" Red said as he lit a cigar.

"Come on ole buddy I'm just taking care of a little business then I'll be gone" He said.

"Yeah well you see your business involves some of my family and I don't much like that" Red smiled at the look on Stones face.

"Hey they're not Ken to ya, its just that piss ant Sam Colby and his kid" he said.

"Well ya see boy, not all Family is blood kin, and Sam and his son are my Family.

Stonewall went to say something but his world went black.

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Stonewall felt like he had a hang over as he slowly came to, he heard a knocking sound.

He was in a old four door Cadillac.

He looked out the window to see a three state highway patrolmen

Standing there.

He used the handle to roll down the window.

" Sir I need the three of you to step out of the car.

He looked to see his men in the back seat just waking up too.

They were removed from the car.

More cops arrived as the cops started to search the car.

"Woah lookie here" one cop said as he pulled a gun out from under the seat.

"Glock 40 cal" he said as he unloaded it and placed it on top of the car.

Next was a bag and someone yelled back jackpot as the bag was unzipped and over five pounds of little baggies of meth fallout with a note book contain what seemed to be a list of sales.

Stonewall knew he had been set up as he was being read his rights.

The trunk was opened and a cop called the others over.

He was stuffed in the back of the car and the officer went to look in the truck.

There were the bodies of Lyle and Jason.

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Kelly woke up and streched, she looked around her room and then at the door.

"Mom I'm fine" she said as she saw her mom was looking at her through the cracked door.

"I know sweet heart its just" Trudy didn't want to let her out of site after what had happened.

She had thought that letting Sam and Tommy near her would be to dangerous but knew that it wasn't their falt, she also knew if she separated the two Kelly would never forgive her.

After the doctor had checked the two of them he tried to get Kelly to stay at the hospital but she wanted to go home.

Tommy was checked and found he was OK, he had to have some stitches replaced but he was fine.

Kelly walked down stairs and saw her grandfather was there drinking coffee. He smiled at her and sat his cup down.

He walked over and hugged her.

"I was so worried about you last night" he said as he held her.

I'm OK grandpa" she said.

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Sam sat across the table from the man who she had looked up to like a father. He was older now but looked about the same.

"I thought you were dead" she said.

"I know but I had to lay low, you don't know how much it hurt to watch you go through all that" he said as he squeezed her hand.

"You're the one who leaves those gifts on my front porch on mine and Toms birthday, and during Christmas"? She said.

He smiled and nodded.

" And when we lived in that dingy apartment while I was going to school, when I needed more to cover that months rent that was you who paid Georgie wasn't it" she said with a tear in her eye.

"I saw you hurting and I knew you needed help" he said.

"Well no more we have a lot of catching up to do" Sam said.

He smiled.

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Well stonewall and his two friends were charged with possession with intent, possession of a stollen fire arm and because his prints were on the gun used to kill Lyle he was charged with two counts of first degree murder.

After serviral weeks of deliberation he was sentenced to death, while his two cronies received life sentences.

Agent Williams helped cover their kidnapping, they told the investigators they escaped and ran for help. There wasn't much read into it. And some strings were pulled to account for the fact that one of  the kiddnapers who were caught on tape was one of the bodies found in the truck of Stonewalls car.

The other seemed to have had a wreck and unfortunately happened to have landed on a railroad track that was active.

Sam and Kelly were promised by Bill and Red that as Long as they lived they would protect her and Tommy as well as Kelly and her family Sam and Tom were relieved to not have to move anymore..

Now the kids need to find a new school.

They ended up deciding to go to Tracy's school. But first they had to talk with the dean.

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By this time Tom was up and about, everything was great now that things had calmed down a bit.

He still felt bad for killing the biker but he was getting some much needed council from a very good doctor, the very same doctor was helping Kelly start her road to becoming her true self.

The large group, George, Trudy, Sam, Rob, Tommy and kelly all sat in the head masters office, the head master looked at Kelly.

"Well young lady I hear that you're a very special girl" he said.

She nodded but felt nervous.

"There is no need to be nervous my dear, yes this is a Christian school but we are very open to any and all people who wish to join us" I promise bullying is not tolerated at all and you'll find eventually that you're not the only special girl here" he smiled.

A pretty woman about sams age stood and walked over to his side.

"This is my vice principal, and my wife Hannah" he smiled.

"Hi Rob" she said.

"Hello Hanna" he said.

Sam looked at Rob.

He nodded.

"Bobby has given me a great recommendation for the two of you, as you know his daughter Tracy also attends this school.

It's a little late but we'll let you test out and I have no problem with allowing you to finish out the year" he said.

After all was said and done it was agreed that the kids will start the next week.

As they walked out Sam asked Rob.

"Was that your army friend"? 

" Yeah the dean was my college roommate and had been in the Navy, we're all from around this area, we met back up at the VA, he took a liking to her and they have been together since " he smiled.

"Does he know"? She asked.

" Yeah but you know what they say, true love conquers all".

"Speaking of love" Sam said.

She grabbed Bob and pulled him into a deep kiss.

"Thank you for everything"!!

He smiled.

Kelly looked at Tommy.

He got the message.

She stood close and he lifted her chin.

She wrapped her arms around him as his lips met hers, her foot involuntarily lifted and her leg curled behind her.

" Ah hum" they heard.

They looked to see the adults starring at them.

"Son we gonna have to have a talk" Grandpa George said then smiled.

They smiled and started to laugh.

"Life is good" Kelly thought as she and Tommy walked towards the car.

The End =^_^=

  

For now.