43 comments/ 75370 views/ 170 favorites Protecting Marcus By: Myhands316 Author's Notes: In this story, I thought I would try something a little different. I don't know if it is going to work or not, but here it is. What I am attempting it to do; is interweave both of the main character's perspective in a way that I hope gives a fuller story. I know there can be some confusion when you switch the point of view, so I am going to try and mark it in a way to avoid this. Let me know if I have achieved my goal. Some people have suggested that my stories belong more in the Romance or the Novella section. That is true to an extent. Yes, they are longer love stories more than sex stories. But this one does deal with lesbian love, so I will leave it here. Please remember this is a copyrighted work, intended for mature adult audiences, and all legal disclaimers apply. All constructive comments are welcome and please vote. * Trish Let me get one thing straight from the start. I'm not black, Afro-American or a ghetto-gurl... I am a woman of color and damn proud of it. My ancestors were from Europe, just like most of those pasty faced elitists you'd meet. My family originated from Spain. We're what are known as the Moorish Spaniards. Our skin is a deep rich coco brown, and our hair isn't kinky and tends to hang in ringlet curls. We have wide faces with patrician features. My eyes are golden brown and I can carry myself with the willowy elegance of a model when necessary. Not that I have anything against my brothers and sisters of color from Africa, Jamaica, Australia or wherever they come from. I believe it is more important to know who you are, rather than where you came from. Take me for instance. I hate it when people come up to me and start talking in all that ghetto trash, street slang. It doesn't make you look or sound tough, nor does it impress me. It makes you look uneducated. I don't know about you, but I'm proud of my college education. I can speak formally in three different languages. I don't need to butcher the English or any other language to make a statement or be heard. And no, I haven't sold out to the "man"... please, save me from those idiots! I'm Trish by the way. Actually Patricia Ellen Hafez, I have a normal family with an older brother and younger sister. My parents worked very hard to ensure we all got the opportunity to finish college and take advantage of the great American dream. My brother, Alonzo, is an engineer, who married his college sweetheart and is doing his best to continue the species, giving our mom as many grandkids as she can spoil. My sister, Sheila, is finishing school, trying to see how many hearts she can break as she wanders through the male population. She's not a slut, not by a long shot. I don't think she's had sex with more than two or three people. That's the problem. She's this hot sexy little number, with an athletically tight body, who knows how to say no. She'll settle down with some nice man when she's about thirty or so. She's not in a rush. Sheila wants to enjoy life to the fullest before she makes her contribution to the population. That leaves me. To be completely honest, I've never dated a guy in my life, never plan to either. Oh I've been hit on, begged, and even bullied. But, guys have never flipped that trigger, if you know what I mean. To me, that thing they have dangling between their legs looks like a big ugly worm. And yes, I've gone fishing and hooked my own worms. Think of a six gauge hook piercing your little wobbly the next time you want to swing that thing in my direction... anyway.... Women look so much better. They don't have to have bulging muscles, or have their intelligence drop to their crotch when confronted by a future mating prospect. So what, I missed my prom.... I had a really important math final I had to study for. Yeah that's me, the studious one. School held more importance than a social life. Besides, give me a firm curvy woman and watch me drool. For me, there was no experimentation. I've always known I like girls more than guys. Girls are so sexy. They know how to dress and how to act. Well, most of them. And yes, before you ask. I've had a few lovers, but I hadn't met anyone who could hold my heart... yet. And no, I'm not into the whole casual lifestyle scene. All that bar hopping and silly games. I have no time for it. I'm too busy working. I've worked too hard to become a top Hospital Administrator, with her PhD in Social Welfare to spend untold useless hours in those kinds of meat markets. Yeah, I'm a Social Worker... But, I'm also the boss of all those stuck up doctors strutting around like kings. It's great. Oh sure, the hours suck and the work is hard, but it's like my father always said. "If it was fun, then they would call it play." Very intelligent man, my father. Okay, now that we got all that sorted out, I can get on with this story. Where was I? Oh, yeah! I was telling you how I found the love of my life. I was working in my office when I got the call. *** "Trish, there's a victim in ER that needs your attention." David, my assistant told me over the intercom. "Okay; do we have a history yet?" I asked, gathering what I'd need to do the intake interview. We're always short on social workers on staff, so I'm always on call when they can't find anyone else available in emergencies. "Um, let me look..." David replied, "The nurse says, she won't talk to any of the men, is all I got. I'm also supposed to warn you... she's a mess, so don't be shocked by what you see. She came in as an accident victim." "Okay... I got it. I'll be down in ten minutes. Call down and see if Liz Jensen is on for security. If she is, post her at the door until I get there." I ordered as I pulled on my blazer over my blouse. This wasn't the first time, and I knew it wasn't going to be the last time; I dealt with the tragedies of humanity. It was part of the job. I prepared myself for the worst as I rode the elevator down to the first floor. I ignored the eyes that always followed me as I walked through the hallways. I've become accustomed to it. All the employees know who I am and what I do. Even the prideful doctors knew they could look, but I'd have their ass if the ever crossed the line. It's kind of funny. I would know who to look at after one of my walks through the hospital. The guilty ones always gave themselves away. My heels clicked as I walked down the polished tile hall, following the quickest route to where I was needed. As I turned the corner into back half of the ER, I entered bedlam. A woman was screaming and the doctors and nurses were trying to deal with the hysterical woman. "Where's my son! Don't touch me... help me please... where's my son...!" She screamed, as Dr. Well called for the medical restraints. I took a few seconds to scan the scene, before I took control. "Dr. Wells..." I called out to get his attention. "What's going on?" I demanded. "They said she was stable, then she..." The young doctor snapped. "Hold her down before she hurts herself more." He ordered a male nurse. "She has gone into hysterics.... Hold her down damn it! She might have internal injuries...." He attempted to control the situation. I realized if this was my client, he was going about this the wrong way. "All the men out of the room now...!" I ordered as I came closer. "Dr. Wells... call Dr. Martin! She's on call for surgery. Get her down here STAT!" I unbraided the males who were in the room impartially. "No males in here without my orders.... Ma'am... You need to calm down... they're leaving...." I told the thrashing woman. "Sally I want you in here now." I called down to the nurses' station calling on the one senior nurse I knew on shift. Sally came running, as I pushed the men out of the room. "Make sure her IV is secure, and get her to calm down some more until Dr. Martin gets here." I told the little no nonsense nurse, and then focused on the young man in front of me. "Dr. Wells with me...!" I walked away, knowing he had no choice in following. I didn't even try and take in the carnage of the bloody woman in the bed. Dr. Wells started sputtering. "Mrs. Hafez, she's my patient, I need to..." "You need to leave her alone. You're just making it worse... can't you tell that she's having an autonomic fear response. You should've called for a female doctor right away...." "Look Trish... I know you're a social worker and all... but I'm...." "And one of your bosses... so, I'd stop and think, before you say another word." I told him before he said something I'd have to fire him for. He was a good doctor, dedicated and all that. But unfortunately somewhere in med school, like most of them, he lost what little common sense he had. "If she wasn't stabilizing, Sally would've let us know by now. Who brought her in?" I took control of the conversation. "I don't know. I just came on... I was trying to asses her condition when she went into hysterics." He raked his hand through his already thinning hair "I was told she had problems with men... where's her son?" I cut him off before he could try and take over. I knew how to handle his sort. "I don't know I wasn't..." He tried to defend his inaction. "Find out...! I need to talk with Dr, Martin...." I dismissed him and walked back toward the crying woman, when a stout woman in scrubs came rushing up. "I was told you needed me Trish!" Like everything Dr. Pat Martin did, it was a statement, not a question. "Yes Pat, I have a case I need you on... Don't know if she needs surgery, but you're the only woman on right now... Sorry if I disturbed your nap..." I told her as we walked into the room again. Sally was stroking the weeping woman's arm, as she checked her vitals and looked at the IV monitor. "She keeps going on about her son and that it wasn't an accident. Her vitals are stabilizing, but..." She said as soon as she seen the doctor. "Okay Sally, stay here, Trish; call up to six and tell them to get a room ready... I'd bet my favorite scalpel, she has internal injuries..." Dr Martin said as she took over the examination. Looking down at the woman strapped to the back board, she added. "Hi sweetheart, I'm Dr. Martin... This is Sally and Trish. We'll take good care of you... I need you to try and relax... we can take care of the rest, once we know you're doing okay. You've had quite a shock. I don't want you to hurt yourself anymore." "Where's my son... Don't let him get him... He'll kill him...! I need to know my son is okay... I don't care if I die, don't let him get him." The injured woman pleaded, as the doctor and nurse assessed her condition. Looking without flinching, I asked from the door, staying out of the way. "What's his name, and are you married? Was he with you?" I tried to get the information I needed to do my job. The poor woman had calmed down quite a bit, but was still close to hysterics. "Marcus... he's at the babysitters, but he knows where that is. He'll take him away and I'll never see him again... Please...? I have a restraining order, but..." She babbled out between gasps "Okay... I need to know where...." I asked, looking at the security guard who was now standing outside of the door, and added. "Liz, call the police... I'm going to need an emergency pick up." I wrote as fast as I could. "No one and I mean no one, takes that kid without a court order. Have him brought here... I'll call the judge... Ma'am, I need the address and his full name?" "Marcus Donald Mel'ak, He's at my sister's house... 2667 Summer Hill Drive... He'll take him overseas. He's...." She started breathing easier and her voice lost the hysterical edge. "She's fading.... Liz, Trish, time for all that later. I need to get her into a room now." Dr. Martin ordered as she unlocked the wheels and started moving the bed. "Stay with me sweetheart... we've got you...." She told the injured woman, and then ordered. "Sally, call up and get them moving...." "Yes Ma'am" Sally responded automatically. "Sweetheart, I know you hate men right now, but we'll not let them hurt you..." Pat reassured her patient. "I don't have an all woman crew, but we'll be there... Shit! I knew it, let's go!" She ordered as we all took a corner and headed toward the elevators. As we rushed through the halls, I called out to one of the orderlies... "I need all her personal stuff on six.... Pat, I'm going to be in your office, buzz me when you know anything. What are her chances?" "Don't know until I open her up and see what's wrong..." The surgeon told me. "I'll need whole blood and plasma... call that in first, before you get buried in the legal stuff... Do we have consent to treat...? What the hell is her name anyway?" "Don't know... Chart says Bethany Williams... Don't know if she goes by Beth or what... She's focused on her son... She was unconscious but stable when she came in... then shift change... Dr. Well's didn't have a chance to complete an exam..." Sally said, as she expertly guided the big bed into the elevator. "BP is dropping... 90 over 65... pulse is 110 but still strong..." "We'll remove the CV collar before anesthesia, did they get a full set of X-rays... have them sent up... Bill Patterson is on... he should be in the office, or chasing that OB nurse on seven. Have some people ready to clean her up... I need to know what's bleeding and what's bluster. They can do that while I scrub up. Trish, call down and have them cover for Sally, she's staying with me." Pat issued her orders, focusing on what she needed to save the woman's life. "Okay, has she been typed and crossed?" I asked taking notes. After you've worked in a hospital for awhile, you get used to the rhythm. "Chart lists AB positive...." Sally answered automatically. "Two unit's blood and two of plasma; we'll start with plasma. Have them stand-by with more... Hopefully, we won't need it... How old is she...?" the doors opened and they whisked her into the Operating Room. "Remember call in the blood first... then the legal stuff... Get her kid here if you can... as soon as you do, let me know... It will help and she might need all the help she can get." She walked away to scrub and I headed to her office. *** Two hours and five phone calls later, Liz, led a bristle headed older cop, with a small, big eyed boy, up to me. I noticed the child looked to be about four and carried a hurt innocence in his eyes. "Ms. Hafez, this is Officer Wood and Marcus." The tall guard introduced us, and then left. "Officer Wood... did you have any problems?" I asked, looking down into the injured brown eyes of the little boy. "Hello Marcus, I'm Miss Trish..." I said as I stooped down and shook his small hand. "I'm going to be helping you and your mom for awhile." Looking back up at the cop, he answered the question. "Nothing we couldn't handle Ma'am." Officer Wood said with meaning. "A bit of an issue, but I can explain that after Marcus here, is seen too." I nodded at the big cop, as I motioned another woman over. "Marcus, this is Miss Shelly." I made the introductions at eye level. "She's going to take care of you while we wait for your mommy... okay?" "Is my mommy going to die?" the little boy asked with a quaver in his voice. "Your mommy is in with the doctors right now... as soon as we know anything, I'll tell you. Can you go with Miss Shelly? She'll get you something to eat or drink if you'd like?" "Is my father going to take me away? He gets really mad when mommy disobeys him." "No one is taking you anywhere right now... we can talk more about that later. Go with Shelly and Ms. Liz... they will stay with you until we can talk and see if your mommy is okay." I tried to reassure the frightened child, but didn't want to say anything that might end up being a lie. Kids were always the hardest part of my job. "Come on kiddo, let see what they have over here in the kitchen." Shelly said brightly, holding her hand out. That's one of the good things about her. She was easy to like and kids took to her automatically. After they left, I took the police officer into an office and closed the door. "Okay, what happened?" I crossed my arms and waited to be briefed. "The father was there when we pulled up. He was yelling at the sitter, who was later identified as the victim's sister. He was demanding his son and she was refusing. She was relieved to see us. We had your paperwork and she had a restraining order, between the two, we're set. He's claiming international privilege and tried to tell us his son wasn't a US national so our laws didn't mean anything to him..." He thought for a second before adding his personal thoughts. "He'd done a runner, if he had a chance. He had everything including a French passport for the boy. My partner and another unit took him in, but he'll be out before tomorrow. His kind always is....You might want to do a Jane Doe on the mother... Something just stinks about all this." He finished briefing me. "What did Marcus have to say on the way over here?" I asked, concerned about the boy's emotional state. "He asked if his father killed his mother... and if he was going to be taken away." He's afraid, but trying not to show it. When I reached for him, he flinched back like I was going to strike him... All my experience tells me they've been abused and badly. Most of these cases, they usually don't make it out... but I'm just the beat cop... it's all up to you now Doc." "Okay... I see.... Do you guys have enough people to leave someone here for them?" I asked, wondering if I'd need police intervention. "In your dreams doc... we're pulling twelve's as it is now... You'd have to get the chief to sign off... I know a few rookies who need the extra money, but it'd be on your dime." He just shrugged. "Thanks Officer Wood. We'll have to do with our own security for now... Tell your supervisor, that we might need some help later, if the father shows up." His radio went off as he nodded. "Yes Ma'am... well if you don't need me, I have to get back at it. My partner was just dropped downstairs and we have to do our reports. We can work on them here, if that'd make you feel better." He smiled. I took out a pad and wrote a short note on it. "Here, give this to the ladies in the cafeteria, you and your partner can have lunch... well, dinner on me.... Mom is still really critical and I'm waiting on the judge." I informed him, knowing he'd been on the force long enough to read between the lines "Cool, I'll just clear it with dispatch... thanks" He pushed a button on his radio. "Charlie Hotel Alpha, meet me in the cafeteria... Dispatch, Charlie Hotel 45, we'll be out at the hospital code seven on stand-by.... Thanks doc, I wasn't looking forward to fast food again." He said, as I opened the door and let him out. Sighing, I went and interviewed Marcus. Like I said before, kids make this job harder. I don't care if it's the preemies that we have to take care of, the instant orphans, the terminal pediatrics' or the abuse cases. Kids tear you up. Marcus wasn't an exception. When the sister and her husband came, I learned more. I learned Beth, as she preferred to be called. Took the abuse until the day she found out her ex beat on her son Marcus too. Then she ran. She did everything you were supposed to do to get away from an abuser. She had the court orders, which would help me. She moved, changed her name, changed Marcus's school and pressed to have her now, ex-husbands, immigration status revoked. There wasn't anything legally she could do that she hadn't already done. Yet he still managed to find her. He threatened to take Marcus or kill her... he did everything you can imagine, to hurt her and Marcus. What I heard made me take a personal interest in the case. I know I could've handed it off to Shelly and went about my business. She's actually one of the three emergency social workers for the hospital. I had a lot of thinking to do while we waited. Protecting Marcus Another three hours passed until Pat came out and told me. "She'll pull through. She's still critical, but stable; she'll pull through. Her vitals peaked when I was able to tell her that her son was here." "What's the damage, and how long is she going to need care?" I asked dreading the answer. "I had to do an emergency partial hysterectomy, the spleen was okay for once, but the big problem was the ruptured colon. I stitched up her scalp and reset an old, badly set, break in her arm. She'll need drained for at least a week to make sure I got all the infection. She'll need a cast for at least six weeks and rehab for mobility once she heals. I did everything internally from a bikini line incision, so there should be minimal scaring. I'm keeping her sedated until morning. I'll send you the X-rays. She has patterned abuse fractures on the arms, hands and face. She's one tough lady." She rubbed her face, fighting the fatigue. "I need a few hours sleep. They'll wake me if anything changes. I've left my orders with Sally... I wonder if I could get her transferred into my department...." Her eyes lost focus as she pondered the situation. "Thanks Pat, when do you think she'll be able to take care of herself and her son?" I needed to know what I was going to tell the judge in the morning. No matter what, I had to consider Marcus's best interests. "A couple of months, at least, if not longer." She sighed and walked off. I looked at my watch and noticed I'd have to call my parents and tell them I wasn't going to be able to make it to dinner like I'd planned. I had too much to do and not enough time to do it in. Dreading the next step, I went looking for Shelly and Marcus. I found them in the waiting room with Beth's sister and her husband. Before I could say a word, her brother approached and asked. "So, what happens now? Can we take Marcus home with us, or what?" Motioning to a chair, I entered the room and closed the door. "Shelly, can you take Markus..." I started telling her to take the little boy to the play room. "Let him stay... he might only be five, but he has the right to know what's going on, it is his life." The man said abruptly. "Sir, I'm not sure that's best... I'm Trish Hafez; I'm the case manager for the hospital... I...." "Paul, quit being rude..." Anne, Beth's, sister told her husband. "Sorry Mrs. Hafez, we're just worried... We know what has to happen... we've been through this before." She put a restraining hand on her husband's arm. "Trish; please call me Trish. Shelly can watch Marcus draw in a corner while we talk...." We waited until they moved. "I have to make an assessment to offer the judge. Usually in the case of an accident victim, the family could take him home with no problems. But in the case of suspected or reported abuse, I'm required by law to report it. I need to know I'm putting Marcus in a safe environment. We don't have to get involved often, but once we are... There are no halfway measures." I told them seriously. We talked about Beth condition and how she was doing after her surgery for a few minutes, until everyone was in a more even temperament. Anne told me that they had gone through the classes to become foster parents, which made my choice easer. "Have you had the home inspections yet?" I asked Paul, keeping eye contact. If I didn't miss my guess he was ex-military. He had that no nonsense bearing about him that I've learned to recognize. "No, when Beth got the court to cancel Emil's visitation and moved, we thought it was going to be okay."Anne told me honestly. "Marcus gets a ride to and from school every day. They have a copy of the restraining order and he comes to my house after, until Beth can pick him up." "Yeah, the son of a bitch is scared shitless of me. He knows I'll break him like a twig if I ever see him again. That's why he pulled his bullshit while I was at work." Paul said furiously. "Well, Beth said there was a threat to his life, when she told us where he was. That's how I got the order to have him picked up. I'll have to answer for that... I can't let Marcus go back into your house tonight. It's too much of a risk. The judge might say differently tomorrow, but unless you can take him somewhere safer, I'll have to put him into emergency foster care. My options are limited right now. It's going to be months before Beth will be able to care for herself or Marcus again." Anne put a hand on Paul's arm, stopping the tirade she knew was coming. "We can get a hotel close by, or if you have a place for Marcus to sleep here tonight. He wants to see his mommy. The nice doctor told him that she was sleeping and wouldn't wake up until morning." "Are you willing to sign a summons, saying you will have Marcus either here, under the care of our social welfare office, or at court when they want him?" I asked. "Yeah, sure, if that's what it takes... I can go home real quick and get some stuff while Anne and Marcus wait here. He'd not dare show his face around me..." Paul instantly replied. "Like we said, we've been through this before. I'd hoped things would've gotten better for Beth." He was grinding his hands together. "Bring enough for a couple of days. I can have hospital security with you while Marcus is on campus. You'll only have to worry about transit and at the hotel. The police said the father was going to be held tonight, but he will most likely get out tomorrow. I'll talk to the judge before then, and have some kind of temporary plan in place. I'll have someone bring Shelly the paperwork for you to sign... I have to get things typed up for court tomorrow." I handed them both one of my cards. "Call me if anything happens." I told them, as I got up to leave. They nodded as I went to say goodbye to Marcus. "What time in the morning?" Paul asked. "I'll have to let my boss know if I'm going to be late to work." "You can visit no earlier than nine. Have reception call me when you get here and I'll have someone waiting. Most likely it will be Shelly. Call nursing and let them know how to get a hold of you in case...." I told them. "Marcus, I'll see you tomorrow. We'll see your mommy then. I want you to get a good night sleep for me... okay?" I smiled down at the innocent face that held to many worries for someone his age. "Kay... bye." He said and went back to his drawing. I went up to my office, saw David's note and took it with my laptop and headed home. As soon as I got out of the hospital, I turned on my cell. I didn't even have a chance to put it down before it was ringing. "Hello..." I said into my Bluetooth. "Patricia, where are you? You're late...!" My mom's irate voice echoed in my ears. Yep, I forgot to call them. "I'm on my way now...." I sighed, knowing there was no way to beg off now. *** I pounded the alarm quiet when it jolted me out of a deep sleep at six thirty. Throwing the comforter off me, I climbed out of bed knowing I didn't get enough sleep. I had everything prepared and in my laptop case, to have legal signoff on it, before I went to court. After an invigorating shower, I looked at my wardrobe to see how I want to dress for the day. I picked a pale ivory silk shirt with a crushed grey silk skirt and matching blazer. I put on a matching lace bra and panty set and covered it with a satin chemise that went down over the tops of my garter stockings. I sprayed a puff of my favorite perfume into the air and walked through it before putting on the skirt and blazer. I went for a brighter eye liner to mask the tired eyes that looked back at me in the mirror. This was my morning routine. It took me all of forty five minutes from start to finish. I wanted to get everything ready so I could have time to do my intake interview with Beth Williams. I had a noon appointment at the court to answer for the emergency orders I called for the day before. My mind wandered over the conversation, slash fight, I had with my parents the night before. I knew my father always thought my sexual orientation was some sort of phase I was going through, and one day I'd snap out of it. He kept bugging me about finding a good man and adding to the family. I hated to burst his bubble, but the thought of a man touching me that way, makes me cringe. Before I knew it, I was at work. I stopped in my office, left instructions for David on his desk, picked up my pager and headed to the surgery wing. I waved and wished people good morning as I walked the halls. I checked in at the nurses' station and got Beth's room number. I had my notebook and was ready. What I wasn't ready for, was the physical reaction I had when our eyes met. I walked in, and she was laying there watching the door. Her eyes were pure green and her hair was flame red. I noticed that much before our eyes locked together and I stopped and stared. It felt like someone squeezed all the air out of my lungs and my heart was going to bust out of my chest. What really shocked me, my pussy went instantly wet. I've never had this kind of response to anyone before. Especially someone who was bandaged from head to toe... what wasn't bandaged was battered and bruised. I instantly knew once the bruises and swelling healed, she would be a very beautiful woman. I had to take a deep breath before I could clear my throat. "Um, I'm Trish Hafez... we met yesterday in the ER.... I don't know if you remember me?" Her soft voice throbbed as she answered. "Yes, you got all the men out... I'm sorry I acted that way. I can usually control it better than that." "Do you remember what happened?" I asked, trying to calm my body down and take notes. "I was run off the road and hit a tree or something.... Then, I was here, and men were grabbing at me. You came in with that other woman. After that, it gets a bit fuzzy. I remember waking up last night as a nurse was giving me some medication in my IV." She said as she tried to move her arm. "Don't try and move yet... your doctor will be in later and give you a list of what you can and can't do. Why did you think your son, Marcus's, life was in danger last night?"I asked getting to the point of my interview "Is he okay? Did Emil get him?" She sat up panicked. "He's fine... we got him... He's with your sister and her husband. They will be in later to see you." I reassured the frightened woman. I got up and softly stroked her good arm, not being able to stop myself from touching her. "Thank you...!" She sobbed "I was so afraid... he's all I got anymore. I'd do anything for him...." She cried as I held her hand. "It's okay sweetie... I'm going to call in one of the nurses. I have to ask you some hard questions and I don't want to put your health at any more risk, but I have to see a judge this afternoon." I told her as I pushed the call button. I couldn't take my eyes off her as we waited. I saw the scars and the beauty. I saw the pain and the fear. I also saw the strength. When a nurse came in I had to finally ask her. "Do you mind if I record this interview?" "No, I was wondering when someone would come...." "Okay just relax... Nurse, I'll need your information once I get the session started." After everyone stated their name into the recorder, I had to ask. "Why do you feel you and your son's lives are in danger?" We listened as she told us of her marriage, her son's birth and when the abuse started. She gave us the case numbers and details of when she divorced. She told us there was a copy of the restraining order and orders not allowing her ex-husband to see their son in her purse. Then she told us about the day before. "I was at work when he called. How he found me again, I don't know .... He said he was going to kill me and take Marcus where I could never find or get to him. He laughed when I told him he couldn't come anywhere near us. All he said was, 'You can watch me from your grave.' I bolted and was heading to get Marcus when all of a sudden a big truck pushed me off the road. I had nowhere else to go. I remember the sound of metal ripping... I knew if he found me, he'd know where to find Marcus." She finished. "Do you have the name of your protective services coordinator?" "It changes every time I talk to them. I have their card somewhere... When can I see my son?" "As soon as we're done... we'll have security and an advocate with you and Marcus at all times." I made a snap decision. "Mrs. Shelly Wright will be your case manager for the hospital after today. I'll let you know what the judge says. He might assign someone else from the county, but I doubt it. We have a good working arrangement with them. Anne and Paul will most likely get temporary custody of Marcus until you are on your feet again." I knew I had to get some professional distance. I didn't want my attraction to this hurt woman to interfere with what needed to be done for her innocent child. I also knew I was going to do whatever I could to help. "Thank you... has anyone ever told you that you have nice eyes?" Beth said as her head slumped nodding off. I turned off the recorder and had the nurse sign the correct paperwork before heading up to my office. I spent the next three hours on the phone with the head of the hospital, the courts and child protective services. "David, I'll be gone for a bit." I called out to my assistant. "Field all my calls and page me if anything important happens. Keep me posted on Mrs. Williams. If she calls, tell her I'll be back as soon as I can." I fired off to him as I left my office. As I drove to the courts, I pondered my reactions from that morning. On the way back, I realized why I decided to become an administrator, rather than a full time social worker. If I had to listen to; Reunification is always the goal. One more time, I'd scream. How much evidence did they need? Anyway, Shelly was ordered to be case manager and needed to report to the proper people in the next couple of days with a full evaluation. I could get back to my job and was now professionally free, to see why my body reacted to Beth the way it did. *** Beth I couldn't sleep. My mind wouldn't rest and I tried to fill in what had happened to me. I must have lain there awake for hours in that sterile hospital room. My mind floated and I started hearing words in my head. 'Why am I still alive? What happens next?' My thoughts were a confused jumble. Fortunately the medicine kept the pain away so I was blissfully numb. I tried to figure just where it all went so wrong. I felt a shiver of fear every time Marcus crossed my mind, but then remembered a nice voice telling her that he was safe. Trying to clear my mind I let the memories take over. I thought back to the exchange student seminar. I remembered the tall good looking man who just stared at me throughout the lecture. He reminded me of a young Antonio Banderas. When he approached, his voice captivated me. He said all the right things, made all the right moves until I was lost. He spun a sensual image of us against the world. We would have each other for the rest of our lives. He completely enchanted my family. The only one who never trusted him was my brother, Paul. To dizzy in love to understand the warnings signs, I fell. I can still feel the zap of our first lovemaking. It was so intense. I never felt anything like it before. He consumed me with his passion and I fell farther. I was so in love with him, I didn't even think about using protection. He said we'd be together forever. Little did I know, to him, forever meant until he got tired of me. His face looked like a thunder cloud when I told him I was pregnant with our child. He might have killed me then, if we weren't at my sister's house. It again was Paul that asked if he was going to make me an honest woman or if he was going to run like a coward. I was deaf to the warnings again. I thought our love could see us through anything. The first time he was verbally abusive was after I started showing. He would tell me how ugly I'd made myself. How ugly and fat I'd become. The first time he slapped me, I'd just refused to stop working because he was embarrassed to have me seen in public. The first kick came after Marcus was born had I refused to have sex with him while Marcus was fussing. The first trip to the hospital was after I learned he was cheating on me and complained. All this time, he had systematically isolated me from my family and friends. The next beating came when I asked why he just didn't divorce me if he hated me that much. While he beat me, he told me that we'd never get a divorce. He'd kill me first. By then, the mask was off and I saw the monster I married. I tried to make the best of it. What's really funny, I actually started liking when he'd go out and cheat on me. Then I didn't have to worry about him beating me. Then I learned that if he failed, he blamed me. One time I actually laughed while he was blaming me for not getting laid. He broke my arm and refused to let me go see a doctor to have it set. He would use that as a constant reminder of just how worthless I was. After awhile, I started to believe him. Then he went after Marcus for the first time. I got in the way. A two year old child didn't know better than not to make a mess. I can't tell you the times I took the beating so he'd leave Marcus alone. It wasn't until his preschool teacher asked about the bruises, that I realized he was beating Marcus behind my back. When the teacher threatened to report it, something inside of me snapped. I told her to go ahead and report it. We could wait for the police together. I thought he could beat me as much as he liked, but he wouldn't touch my son again. I knew I was signing my death warrant, but I had to protect my son. The police had both of us admitted into the hospital. During those three days, I was assigned a Middle Eastern doctor. He told me in his country, I just got what I deserved, as he roughly examined me. That's when I had my first panic attack. I broke his nose with my heel. I refused to let another male doctor touch me. That's when I finally had to call Anne for help. The monster played his part well in court. He said all the right things had a really expensive lawyer that he paid for out of my savings, leaving me with nothing. I thank god for the medical reports. That was the only way I could demand supervised visitation. I knew it was only going to be so long before he lost his temper again. He didn't love his son. He just wanted to use Marcus to get back at, and hurt me. The first time, he came over to my sister's house and caused a scene, we had to pull Paul off him before he killed the monster. Lucky for us, one of the cops knew Paul and the fact that the monster was trying to break into their house stopped Paul from going to jail, but not him from being humiliated. Then the death threats started coming every day. He finally went too far when he slapped the visitation supervisor because she refused to let him spank Marcus, for some imagined slight. He spent a night in jail. I finally got a judge to stop his visitations. I begged, borrowed and pleaded to get enough money to move to where he didn't know where we were. I had to change my job, Marcus's school. I even went to using my mother's maiden name. Anything and everything I could to keep us safe. But, he still found us time after time. I know I might never be able to prove it, but he was behind my accident. How he knew my routes, I'll never know. I tried to change them like they taught me at the center. The timing... His call and then the wreck, it wasn't an accident. He planned it. He wanted to let me know he's still in control. I know I would've died if Marcus disappeared. My son, my anchor... I'd given up long ago if he wasn't there. I about did, when I woke up and those men were touching me. I didn't care if it killed me, but they wouldn't touch me. Then she appeared. Protecting Marcus I don't know who she is, but she looks like an ancient warrior. A daughter of Otrera, one of the Amazons or maybe my mind is just playing tricks on me. It's her golden eyes that calmed me. She is so in control. I wish I could remember her name... I want to sleep... I want to forget! *** I snapped awake as my door slowly opened. My eyes focused on the tall brown woman coming in. I saw the vision from my dreams and my chest tingled. Our eyes met and my stomach lurched. 'She's so beautiful... like finely sculpted Mahogany.' I held the golden eyes that soothed me the day before, and couldn't think of anything to say. I could only remember being told that Marcus would be coming to see me soon. I know we exchanged information. I even realized I'd given a recorded statement, but other than that. All my brain translated to me was the captivating sight of the tall dark woman. She held me in thrall. My ears sang with her powerful voice. Such distinction came out in its contralto vibration. It soothed and made me wonder. I wondered how much of my reaction came from the medication they had me on. Then my world was bright again. Marcus burst in, pulling his uncle behind him. "Be careful tiger... your mom's hurt bad, we have to be really gentle." Paul instructed Marcus, as little boy looked at his battered mother, reassuring himself that she was still alive. "Mom... mommy... are you okay? I missed you; you didn't read me a story last night." Marcus said, trying to get closer. "Hold him up to me please Paul." I begged. "Anne will be here in a minute... I have to go to work. They have a security guard and another lady to help watch Marcus." Paul said, as he held his squirming nephew so I could hug him with my good arm. "Did they let you take him home?" I asked, not wanting to let my son go. "No, we had stay at a hotel..." He replied. "The boss doc wouldn't let him go home until she talked to the judge today." Paul said as he put down Marcus and sat him in a chair. "We can only come in for half hour shifts until you get a little bit better. Then they can move you to a regular room. They have a play area for the squirt, until we get the verdict." Paul shrugged at the inevitable "How bad is it?" I asked, drinking in the sight of my precious son. "Not good... Anne knows more." Paul said quietly. "She's getting briefed by the staff now. She can tell you more. You're listed in critical, but stable right now. Once you get downgraded to stable, they'll move you. You're busted up pretty bad sis... Well, I have to get going." Paul said as his wife came in with a short blonde. I listened dispassionately to the list of my injuries and watched Marcus draw in a coloring book. My mind didn't register the words being said, until Anne mentioned Trish's name for the first time. "So, that's her name...." I murmured. "Who is she?" I asked the plump blond that watched everything like a hawk. "Trish Hafez, she's one of the administrators of the hospital. She's also an on-call social worker. She's one of the few of them, who actually know what it's like for us down in the trenches. She a good boss, not all the doctors would agree with me, but then that's to be expected." She smiled her sweet smile. "Why is she on my case? I'm a nobody." I said, believing it. "Just be glad she is.... I hate to do this, but I have to ask you some questions. I know you've probably answered most of them before, but still." "It's okay... I know the drill. Ask what you need." I said resigned, as Anne looked on. The next thirty minutes passed as we answered all the mandatory questions about me, Marcus, and our insurance. Anne told Sally that she would bring the forms so the payment options could be dealt with. "Well, we can go over this later... You just sleep... We'll take care of everything." Shelly said, as she led Marcus and Anne out the door. I didn't think I had a choice about sleep, as the medicines took over and I dozed. The sun was streaming in the wide window when I opened her eyes again. My stomach growled and my throat felt parched. I didn't know how long I slept and wondered why I didn't have to go to the restroom yet. I scanned the room until my eyes snapped to the tall woman standing, looking out the window. "Hello" I tried, but it came out as a croak. The dark woman turned and our eyes met again. "Hi Beth, I'm Trish remember... do you need anything?" Trish asked, as she walked over. "Let me get you some ice. I've been told that is all you can have. No liquids; so don't let it melt...." She held the cup next to my lips, letting me take a small bite. I wanted to moan as the warm long fingered hand softly caressed my face. "I must look a sight." I said once the cold ice had moistened my throat. "You're looking better..." She told me. "More good color and less bad... You have a bad case of bed head though. Pat will let you know when they can come in and clean you up a bit." Trish tried to reassure me. "Who's Pat? What did the judge say?" I asked, getting to what I desperately needed to know. "Pat's your doctor... Pat Martin" She sighed. "The judge decided to go with my recommendations. Your sister and brother will get temporary custody until you can take care of yourself. Shelly Wright is your assigned case manager. If you need anything, let her know, she'll see to everything. I'll tell your sister that they have to sign in every time they come and visit you. I can keep security on Marcus while he's here... When you're moved, we'll put him on the bracelet program. He'll have to be scanned in and out just like all of our Pedi-kids." "Thank you... you don't know what this means to me." I sniffed back the tears that threatened to fall. "My brother has kids, so I get the idea... So, my pretty green eyed lady, what can I do for you?" Trish asked with a big smile. "I'm not pretty..." I would have blushed if my face wasn't so bruised. "Sweetie, that's him, talking..." She tried to reassure me, even if at the time I didn't believe her. "I'm beat all to hell, how could you know that this isn't an improvement? I asked sarcastically. "I've seen your sister... The swelling is going down, and you'd have to be pretty to have such a gorgeous son. He's going to be a hunk when he gets older." Trish's eyes locked onto the hurt green eyes. "I meant for you... we have counseling and other services. I know sometimes it helps to talk about it." "Are you social working me? If you are, please don't... I need a friend, not another worker. I've dealt with enough of them and I know I have more to come..." I broke eye contact and tried to shift into a more comfortable position. "I'm sorry Beth..." Trish said as she approached the bed. "I guess it is part of who I am anymore." She helped move my pillow, seeing the big repaired gash on the side of Beth's head. "If a friend is what you need, then a friend's what I'll be... Just let me know when I start tripping in to the social worker area." Trish smiled down at me, making me feel warm inside. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to come off like some petulant bitch." I wanted to feel the warmth of Trish's hand against my face gain. It had been so long since anyone, other than Marcus, touched me in a good way. "Sweetie, all women have a little bit of the bitch inside them..." She told me with a smile. "It comes natural when needed. Don't worry about it. At least you're not pissing and moaning about the care and food... I hear that on a daily basis." "I bet... Don't mention food. The doctor said I couldn't eat for a week... By then cardboard will taste divine. All I get is ice...." I stammered to a stop when Trish incased my hand in between her soft, firm, warm, fingers. "I can't promise anything, but I'll stop by when I can. I know it gets lonely staring at these four walls. We can get to know each other... it looks like neither one of us is going anywhere soon." Trish's pager went off and she sighed. "Well that's my cue... They're pulling on my chain... I'll see you later." Trish rubbed Beth's good hand before turning to leave the room. Trish Where in the hell does the time go? I know I could use the whole 'time flies when you're having fun' bullshit. But I can assure you Beth wasn't having fun. I made as much time as I could to spend with her. I even held her hand while she had to go through the painful process of getting bathed. I don't know what her body looked like. I kept my focus on her pain filled eyes. All I could do was hold her hand as they cleaned her wounds. It was humbling, I don't know if I could have survived it. "Hold on... I'm here... not much longer... Look at me...." Was all I could say, helping her cope with the pain. A week later, they moved her into a semi-private room. I would spend half of my lunch helping her eat once they removed the drains. Being left handed helped, but still to be that helpless, makes you think. I spent time with Anne and Marcus as well. There, I was more of a resource. Marcus wasn't one to open up easily and I couldn't blame him. Shelly kept me apprised of what was happening with the case and the nursing staff doted on the boy. Beth cried the first time Marcus could lie on the bed with her so she could hold him. Yes, I pulled some strings so she would be able to move into our rehab center. It was the only time I've ever did anything like that. Oh, I still had to prepare myself every time I went into her room, but I was trying to be the friend she needed. I was right... once all the swelling and bruising healed, Beth is stunning. Her red hair tended to curl, framing her round, perfectly proportioned face. Her nose wasn't straight, but under those enchanting eyes, it didn't detract from her overall beauty. Yes, the attraction stayed with me, but the budding friendship took precedence. It was the day they took off her cast, when Marcus decided to sit in my lap the first time. He was so very brave about it. He saw the big cutting tool and climbed right up. My heart wasn't ready for the feeling of that much innocent trust. Anne and Beth just smiled at me. The first thing I noticed while looking down, the contrast of my dark brown to his light pink skin. My heart thudded when he wrapped my neck in a hug as the machine came on. When his soft pink lips touched mine for that brief millisecond, I fell in love. As soon as the cast was off, and the mess cleaned up, he bounded out of my arms and into his mother's for a fierce hug. There wasn't enough tissue to go around. "Trish, why don't you come over to the house this weekend?" Anne asked surprising me as Beth and Marcus rocked together. "I... um, I don't know..." I stammered. "I don't know..." I looked at Beth to see her reaction. "Go ahead... you can help them get my room ready...." She grinned at my hesitation. "Just bring me back some of Paul's famous barbeque. If you really care, you'd sneak me in a plate..." She smiled her first real smile. "Well if it's that good I'd have to bring enough for the whole ward..." I laughed, teasing them. I wasn't taking much of this seriously. I figured they were making a gesture for politeness sake. "Do you think one rack of ribs would be enough, or do you think two?" Anne answered seriously. "I tell you what... you spring for the corn and biscuits, and it's a deal...." "But... I...." Were they kidding? "Yeah Trish; You've done so much for us... Paul gets it by the box. Say yes." Beth added in her soft voice. If that woman ever learned what that voice did to me... I'd be a goner. "Yeah, Ms. Tish, I could show you my room." Marcus piped up innocently from his mother's arm, and I was done. "Okay.... What time?" I asked, capitulating. "Oh, any time after noon, unless you want to help... then whenever you can show up. Paul usually cranks up the grill about seven thirty." Anne said smiling, letting me know she was joking about the helping. Saved by the pager... I had to get back to work. "Well, I'll let you know... I have to get back to my office. My poor assistant David probably thinks I've deserted him again." I stroked Beth's face, pushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear, before leaning down to give Marcus a quick kiss on the forehead and headed out the door. I took some good natured ribbing from David when I returned to my office, and returned it in kind. "So tell me about this secret lover I keep covering you for?" He asked as I walked in. "As if... I wish...! I was just visiting Beth Williams and her son...." "If you gave all our patients' that kind of attention, we'd be millionaires. Here I was hoping for some tall dark handsome guy I could steal from you." He smiled. Yes, he's gay. He was also very attached. But, that didn't stop the teasing banter. I think that is what made us such a good team. He was also a damn good assistant. "Well, if you're gone much more, I'll just have to move into your office." He added as he handed me the stack of messages. "Keep dreaming buddy..." I told him sarcastically. "You couldn't do my job. Some days I don't think I can do my job. What's on the agenda?" I said, getting us back to the grindstone. *** The week passed and I worked hard to get everything done... well there's always something waiting for me on my desk. But still, I wasn't behind, which for me, meant I was ahead of the game. I ordered a bushel of corn and a flat of rolls from the closest deli and had them delivered to Anne and Paul's house. I told them it was for a party, and they took my order and my card information without hesitation. I was nervous going over to Anne and Paul's house. I didn't know how to dress. Was this a semi-formal thing or a casual affair? I settled for a deep maroon silk shell tucked in to pleated shorts, with leather flats. Following the direction from my GPS, I arrived and wondered if I was over dressed. Most of the people I saw were dressed in jeans with T-shirts, halters or tank tops. I rubbed my hands on my shorts as I knocked on the door. I jumped when a guy called out from behind me. "If you here for the party, you can just go around back..." He smiled as he did exactly that. "Um thanks..." The door opened and Anne greeted me. "Hi, I'm here." Like I said, I was nervous.... "Hi Trish... come in.... Welcome to chaos. Paul is already grilling the ribs. Thanks for the corn and rolls... Um, did you mean to send that much corn?" She asked as she led me into the kitchen where I saw boxes of corn everywhere. I have to say in my own defense, I didn't know how big a bushel was. I guess I fed the whole block corn for the next week. Hey, I'm not a cook. I eat out or take home. My stove top holds my printer, so I can print stuff out while I eat at the bar. The only home cooked meals I get, is when I visit my brother. The deli didn't say anything and I don't even remember how much I spent. "Sorry, I just ordered what I thought would be enough. I thought they called one of those boxes, a bushel..." Anne laughed at me and offered me a drink. "What would you like to drink? We have beer, soda and ice tea. You might want to get it now, because once Marcus sees you, he'll want all your attention. That and with so many single guys here today, you're going to be very popular. You could have brought a date... We didn't think you were married.... No rings." She pointed at my finger. "Only to my job, and I don't want to think about that right now." I smiled, internally groaning at the prospect of being hit on by all the males in attendance. "Thanks for inviting me. Saved me from being mugged by my nieces' and nephews'..." Marcus came running in, calling for me. "Ms. Tish.... Ms. Tish; you're here... Come see!" Anne had time to thrust a glass of tea into my hand as Marcus pulled me toward his room in the back of the house. When we got there, I swallowed a lump when I saw a stick figure drawing of what had to be me, with big angel wings with his mom in the hospital. "He worked so hard on that one." Anne said behind me. "You've made quite an impression on him. His teacher called and asked who his new friend, Ms. Tish, is. He's been talking about you, a lot." "I hope only good things. We didn't meet under the best of circumstances." "Yeah, he and Beth can say enough good things about you. Paul even likes you and that's saying something. As you can tell he isn't into people who work for the government...." "Most of the ex-military guys don't... do you have kids of your own?" I asked wondering why I hadn't asked that before. "Not yet..." She showed me the room next to Marcus's. "This is going to be the nursery once Beth is back on her feet. If it takes longer than that... the baby can stay in our room for awhile..." I watched as she rubbed her stomach protectively. "Oh, wow... Um, how far along...?" I never really knew how to handle these announcements. "That's what the party is for... we just found out." Anne smiled. "Paul is over the moon." She smiled contently "Congratulations.... "I would have said more but Marcus had other plans. It is amazing what happens when you become a little child's personal play friend. Oh, I knew what was required. I've spent enough time at Alonzo's house with is kids. With Marcus, at least I had to only deal with one at a time. The afternoon was pleasant and I left before any of the guests could make fools of themselves, while drinking their beer and acting manly for my benefit. I'm sure their egos would be wounded if they knew that I was in no way inclined to accept any of the hinted at dates they offered. I helped Anne get the stuff ready to take to the hospital as we nibbled in the kitchen. I took the box of prepared food with me to Beth's ward, keeping the best bits for her as it was passed out. "Hey Sweetie," I announced as I pushed open her door. "I've got your contraband... I hope you're hungry." I told her, as I put her heaping plate on her tray so she could eat. Her face lit up at the sound of my voice. "Oh, thank you..." She sniffed deeply. "Real food... Not that I'm complaining." She said as I put the tray in front of her, unwrapping the corn and rolls. "Don't worry about it, you'll be out of here in a week or so..." I was going for reassuring, but she clouded up anyway. "I know... you've been great... but I don't know what I'm going to do. I can't go back to my job... he knows where it is. I can't sponge off Anne and Paul... did she tell you they're expecting? I don't know what to do...?" She turned away from me, trying to pull it in. "What did you do... for a living?" I asked, trying to see if I could help in any way. I knew her burdens were legion, but I didn't want her to get overwhelmed by them. "I used to be a teacher. But now I do mainly office work... whatever I can find..." She shrugged. "Why not go back to teaching?" I sat next to her, brushing the stray strand of hair out of her face. "Maybe someday when we're safe again... But for right now, I have to try and make ends meet. I don't know what going to happen with the bills from here. He's drained all my accounts and savings. I had some bonds in my name, but I think he sold those too. Paul has put all my stuff in storage and turned in the key to my apartment. I couldn't pay for it anyway. I'm surprised they haven't canceled my insurance." I didn't tell her that they had tried, but I wouldn't let them. "Honey, it will all work out. I've been doing this for a long time... it always works out one way or another. I'll help if I can." Even though it cost me, I sat there and held her hand as she purged her fears. "Oh, listen to me, playing the poor me card. My mother would be furious." She wiped her eyes and picked up some of the delicious food. "Well, you do have a bit on your plate right now.... Speaking of which, you need to eat some of this great food I brought." I picked up a rib and took a big bite. Protecting Marcus "Hey, that's mine.... You've already had some... no fair." Beth scolded, returning to a better mood. "Then get to eating sister. It isn't going to eat itself and I have to watch my waist line. I'm going to have to join a gym after this, just to get this weekend off my hips.... But it is good. You were right... Paul is a wizard on his grill." "Like you'd need it... I don't know how you keep yourself looking so good." Beth giggled and my stomach clutched. "Good clean healthy living." I smirked back. This light banter was much better than the heavy purging of earlier and just as important. We sat there and talked and teased back and forth, while Beth ate ravenously. It was relaxing and fun. It also led to a shocking moment. I don't know why, but my fingers twitched with the need to push that one stray lock of hair behind her ear so I could see her emerald green eyes. We were laughing as I absently reached up and stroked her face, moving her hair behind her ear. I didn't flinch when she reached up and put her hand on top of mine. "What's happening between us?" She asked seriously, stroking the back of my hand with her thumb. I knew I could have made a joke, but her eyes and that damn sexy voice... I was powerless. "Becoming friends..." I swallowed, knowing that the rest of the answer would frighten her. "Whatever else happens, I want to be your friend." I ended instead of what I wanted to say. "God, it's been forever since I've had a real friend... Can I ask you a personal question?" Beth whispered breathless. "Sweetie, as long as you want an honest answer... You can ask me anything you want. Be careful though..." I warned, "Sometimes people don't like the answers once they ask. There are no take backs." I sat there looking into her eyes, seeing the confusion, pain and indecision. When she let go of my hand, I softly stroked her hair, feeling the line of forming scar, as my fingers brushed over her scalp. Taking a deep breath and sighing, Beth made her decision. "I didn't used to be such a coward. But you're right... I might not be ready for the answer." She snuggled my hand for a second, before reaching for the last meaty rib on her plate. "These are delicious. They're almost as bad a chocolate." She smiled, letting the moment pass. I wanted so bad to lean over and give her a kiss and ease her pain. I wanted to hold her and let her cry out her agony. I wanted so much, but I knew she needed a friend more than a lover right then. Let's face facts; the lover part was mostly in my mind. I didn't even know if Beth even considered me in any other way, than a friend. "You'll be going home next week. I'll bet you be glad to sleep in a regular bed." I told her, trying to get things back on a conversational footing. "Yeah, but it won't be mine... Then I'll have to get moved somewhere fast. Did Anne tell you they're expecting?" She said sadly "Yeah, she told me while Marcus showed me his room. He has a picture he wants you to see, when you get home." I tried to cheer her up again. "He told me about it... You're in it too I think...." She smiled. "He's really taken to you. I'm surprised; he usually doesn't get close to other people. Sally tells me she can only get so far before he shuts down." She wiped a tear from her eye. "I'd always hoped to give him a brother or sister one day... but.... Oh damn, I swore I wouldn't do this...! I'm such a weakling." I couldn't take it anymore. I could feel her sorrow. I stood up and leaned over and kissed her forehead. "That's a load of bullshit and you know it." I told her. "That's him talking. I'd like to see him survive what you have. You are brave and strong and beautiful.... Don't ever let anyone tell you different!" I whispered in her ear as I held her close. God it pisses me off when anyone insults someone I love. That thought sent a jolt of electricity through me. Oh, I liked Beth sure, but love? Where did that come from? Was it wishful thinking, or something more? My head was spinning and I knew I had to get some distance. I kissed her again as I backed off. "I have to get going... If you need anything, you better be calling me or Anne. If I find out..." I ordered. I tried to extricate myself from the emotions swirling around the room. "Yes mommy..." Beth said in a little girl voice. "I'll be good mommy... I promise." She laughed as she dried her eyes again. "Thank you... I needed that... Maybe next time you can sneak me in some Wong's Chinese... I'm dying for some lemon chicken over rice." She sighed, also trying to pull it in. "I'll buy that for you the night you get out of here. Take care of yourself.... I might not be able to see you for a couple of days. I have some important meetings." "I'm surprised your boss hasn't..." Beth said looking crestfallen. It had to be hard being stuck in that little room. "Sweetie, didn't you know? I am the boss. I answer only to the board of directors." I smiled as I waved and headed out the door. I had to get home for some much needed distance and sleep. *** Beth The day was finally there. I could leave the hospital and rehab center, to go home. I was both happy and sad. I was happy that I could leave, but sad that I really had nowhere to go. I also kept looking for someone else, but she never showed. "You ready to go?" Anne asked me, as she picked up the last few things to take out to the min-van. It was already parked in the pick-up zone and the paperwork had been signed. "Yeah... I guess. I was hoping that Trish would be here...." I sighed, hating being dependant on anyone. The thought of seeing Trish always made me feel better. At the time I didn't want to admit just how much the tall dark woman meant to me. No sense getting attached, she had her life and I had mine. "Sis, what's going on between you two?" Anne asked, shocking me. "I've seen the looks.... Did you forget that she's with Paul and Marcus, getting your welcome home dinner?" She added, giving me a strange look. "Oh, yeah... I forgot." I sighed again. "She's just my friend. She has done so much for us... I like her. She makes me smile." I said sitting up straighter, preparing for a confrontation. I knew my sister. "Well duh... She's been great... even Paul likes her. Well, as much as he can, given her job and all. Have you told her that you're falling in love with her yet?" Anne asked, trying to shake me out of my apathy "What...! She's not... I'm not...!" I gasped shocked. "We're just friends. Where did you ever get that idea?" I demanded, shocked and could feel the blush rising. "Yeah right, just like I didn't catch you playing with your 'friend' Missy Drake after school all those times...! Just friends my ass.... Get real Sis; you've got the hots for her. I'm pretty sure she swings that way, or at least she's interested. I've see the way you two look at each other." Anne laughed at the look on her my face. "Why do you think... never mind. I'll let you figure it out." She waved me off as I opened my mouth to say something. I blushed to my red roots. I could feel the heat all the way up to my hairline. "When... how did you find out about me and Missy? We hid that pretty well, I thought...." Anne laughed loud enough to have people looking at them as they passed the room. "Sis, hiding in the attic with a comforter and pillow wasn't being discrete... My room was right under it, and the vent.... Sweetie, you're a moaner... didn't you ever figure out who started calling you Bi-Beth in school? I thought you were such a slut... I found out later, the guys all called you the Ice Queen, because you never allowed them past second base. From the sounds of things, Missy got a lot farther than that." Anne chuckled as I blushed. "Oh my god...! You little bitch..." I hissed. "Why didn't you say something before? Don't you dare tell anyone...! We were just kids!" I would've gone on, but an orderly came in with a wheelchair to escort me to the car. If she noticed my blushing face, she didn't say anything about it. "So, are we ready to go...?" She asked as she wheeled the chair next to me. I bet you're ready to see something else besides these boring walls." The bubbly girl chatted at me as I was trying to regain some composure. I waved goodbye to all the people I'd gotten acquainted with during my stay. I kept shooting daggers at my sister who just walked next to me and smirked. I tried to listen to the inane babble as they wheeled me to the loading area, so I could finally leave the hospital. That in itself, made me confused. I so wanted to be out, but didn't know if Trish would still come and visit as often. I didn't know where our friendship was heading. Was it a short time thing, because it was convenient, or something more. Yes, I had to admit, the tall sexy woman made me feel things I had long forgotten, but was she just being nice to me? I didn't want to be a charity case.... "Well, here we are." The nurse pushed me next to Anne's van. "You have the doctor's orders and if you have any problems, you can call us for the first few days. After that, you'll need to call your primary care office... I hope you're feeling better real soon." She prattled as she helped me into the passenger seat. I automatically buckled my seat belt, flinching at the twinge of pain. Smoothing down my dress, I looked out the front window. Anne put a pot of flowers in my hands so they wouldn't get damaged as she shut my door. "Ready?" Anne asked once she climbed in and started the van. "Okay... I'll try and miss the bumps, hold on." I just stared and tensed myself against the jarring I anticipated as we pulled out. The van was quiet as Anne drove, neither of us knowing how to reach out and make the other relax their guard. "Relax sis... if you're this tense, the bumps are going to hurt more.... It'll be okay." Anne tried to get me to relax. "I can't believe you never said anything before... I'd forgotten about Missy until you mentioned it." Anne snorted, realizing where my mind was. "Well it was one hell of a way to get the next chapter in sex-ed." Anne teased. "Come on Bethany, lighten up. It was years ago.... Just think, you'll be able to sleep with Marcus tonight." She smiled at the softening of my face at the mention of my son. "How's his counseling going?" I asked, hoping for the best, but knowing better. "What are we going to do? He knows where the school is by now." I felt a tingle of fear shoot down my spine. "We're going to take it day by day." Anne answered. "Trish has informed the school that no one can sign him out other than you, us, or someone from the proper authorities.... I know we have to keep him safe, but one day you're going to have to stop running from Emil. You can't let him control your life." Anne tried to reason with her frightened sister. "What if he kills me next time? We both know it wasn't an accident...." I rubbed my hands together in a hand washing motion. Didn't she understand? "First off, Paul said you need to get a bigger vehicle. Something like a truck or SUV. That way it will be harder to push you off the road. Second, he's going to teach you how to drive, like they taught him in the military. Other than that, we'll just have to be careful. No going out alone for awhile. There's only so much we can do, but we're not letting him be in control." Anne ticked off the things they had planned to keep us safe. "Thanks Anne, but what happens when I have to move out again? He is persistent... I don't know why he's even bothering, if I'm so worthless." I sighed sadly. "Who know why psycho's act like they do... I really don't care. We know he's afraid of Paul, we'll use that until he focuses on someone else..." "No, I won't let him do this to anyone else. He has to be stopped. I wouldn't wish him on my worst enemy.... I'd die first." I said meaning it. "Don't say that... Don't you ever say that again! He's not worth it and you have to live for Marcus." Anne said, pulling off the road and stopping. "Listen to me, he's not fucking worth it, but Marcus is... so get that shit out of your head right now, before you see your son... He's smart and he reads you. What the fuck did he do to you? You've never thought like that before." "Anne, look at me... I mean really look at me." I tried to reason with my irate sister. "You have to take me in again because he's out to kill me. He almost succeeded this time. I'm disfigured and ugly. No one wants me and I don't blame them. He's made me into a burden, but he won't get my son.... If I have to die to protect him, so be it! It's worth it to keep Marcus safe. I'm nothing... but my son is everything... So, I'll do whatever it takes to keep him safe." It would have been sad; pathetic even, if I hadn't meant every word. He wouldn't get my son. "Damn sis, you could almost change my opinion on the death penalty..." She shook her head. "Sometimes I think Paul is right. Emil needs a bullet between the eyes... I never knew he fucked your head up so bad.... What about love? What if you found someone to love again?" Anne pleaded, trying to get through to me. "Love to me, is like Santa Clause..." I leaned back in the seat and sighed. "Just a nice magical dream for kids... nothing more." I took a deep breath, refusing to cry. Anne's mind tumbled at what she heard. She didn't know how to respond. She was stunned, but then remembered the look her stubborn sister shared with a tall, dark, sexy, woman, who was at this minute, waiting for us at home. "Well, Christmas is only a few months away... at least I know what to ask for from Santa for you..." Anne muttered as she put the van in drive and pulled back out into traffic. *** Trish I'd never thought I'd have a car seat in the back of my car. Or, that I'd be chatting with some guy as we went out to get a full dinner spread. Paul looked disconcerted at some of the looks we got as the little boy held our hands as he walked between us. Marcus and I... we just ignored it as we trooped into Wong's and placed our order for his mom. I wasn't until I asked Paul about Anne did he relax. "So what do you want... a boy or a girl? When's Anne due?" Marcus hugged my leg as a man walked by and waved at him. "We don't care as long as the baby's healthy. I know they can do test and tell us, but I want to be surprised..." Paul said and he drummed his fingers on his work jeans. "What about you Marcus? Do you want a niece or nephew?" I asked to include him and get him to relax a little bit. "Idonknow..." He muttered, pushing his face farther into my leg, as if that was possible. "Ms. Tish... can I have a cookie?" He asked, looking at the jumbo sized cookies on the counter. "I'll tell you what kiddo... I'll get you one for dessert... we have a big dinner planned for mommy, since she's coming home today..." I told him, as I pulled him up into my arms. "Are you going to get one too?" He asked, with the first hint of a smile. "Nope, I'm going to have something else for dessert." "What...?" He asked wide eyed. "You...!" I went in for the neck and growled. He giggled and squirmed, just like I hoped he would. "You're pretty good at that..." Paul said surprised. "Do you have kids of your own?" Paul asked as he reached for Marcus, who was getting heavy. "Come here sport... Let Ms. Trish pay for dinner." "My Tish...!" Marcus exclaimed as he smuggled into my neck and held on for dear life. "Go to Uncle Paul sweetie... I need my hands." I told him softly, as I pushed him into Paul's arms. "No, but my brother and his wife are seeing how many they can have... they're at four so far, with no signs of stopping." I paid for the meal they were stacking into the big bags. Our conversation was easy, but I had this feeling that Paul wanted to ask me something but not in front of the munchkin. We drove to their house and set everything up and put the food in the warmer while we waited. I didn't get nervous until I saw Anne's van pull around the corner, as we waited on the porch. You have to remember, the only way I'd seen Beth was in a hospital bed. I knew what her face and top looked like but I'd never seen her standing up. I held back the bouncing Marcus as the door swung open and then swallowed as she stepped out. She was wearing a simple floral summer dress and the sun was shining behind her. My throat went dry as I saw her silhouette. She was shorter than me, but defiantly had more curves. I would have stood there and stared, if it wasn't for the bouncing boy, wanting to get to his mother. "Mommy...!" He squealed as he pulled me toward her. "Up mommy, up!" he pleaded. "Sweetie, mommy can't pick you up yet... remember what the doctor said." I quietly reminded him. "Oh, sweetheart, give me a hug!" Beth said, as she gently squatted down with Anne and I standing at her sides to help her back up. "So what am I... chopped liver?" Anne asked, with a laugh and swooped up Marcus as I helped Beth stand back up. "What did you do today sport?" She asked as she walked up to the porch and gave her husband a meaningful look. Dinner went well, and they sat me next to Beth. We all chatted about normal things and I didn't want the nice evening to end. I was nice to feel her warmth next to mine as we ate. All too soon, Beth started to droop, as the rigors of her day caught up with her. I helped Beth to her room, Paul had set up. We even took a trip to her storage and I'd picked out a few feminine things I thought she might like. "Oh, you shouldn't have..." Beth breathed as she saw the room. Anne and I got her settled as Paul got her son ready for bed. Getting ready to take my leave, Anne asked me if I could stay for a bit longer. I didn't know what they wanted, but it wouldn't be the first time I survived on short sleep. Since Beth's room was at the back of the house, they took me out to the front porch. Paul had set up a small bistro table and some ice tea. I honestly didn't know what to expect. As soon as we settled down, Anne started the unexpected conversation. "Trish... I swore I'd stay out of my sisters business, but there are some things you need to know. I have to ask you some things too." Paul stood behind his wife and put his hands on her shoulders in support. "Beth has this idiotic idea, that to keep Marcus safe, it means she's going to have to die. She's also convinced that she's unlovable and ugly." She explained about the conversation on the way home and asked what I thought. "On a professional level, it's to be expected..." I answered. "In some cases it's like an anorexic... when they look in the mirror, all they see is fat, even if there isn't any fat there. With abuse survivors, all they see are the scars and have this negative tape running in their head from the abuser. From what's she said before, she only ran because of Marcus. Deep down, she's been convinced she disserved the abuse." "And on a personal level...?" Anne asked. "I don't have time for this shit." Paul interrupted. "Trish, I like you, we all do. Marcus talks of nothing else for days after he sees you.... We need to know where you stand. We're not blind or stupid..." He said in a brisk, no-nonsense manner. "Paul...!" Anne gasped, as I almost spit out the drink of tea I had tried to swallow. "Sorry, what my big bad Neanderthal, is trying to say, or ask is.... Well we know you are a social worker and one of the big bosses at the hospital, but why are you giving Beth's case so much attention?" "I'm not." I had a feeling I knew where they were headed. "I'm no longer involved in her actual case... Shelly is the case manager until the next court date... then the court will assign someone else since Beth is no longer in the hospital. I haven't been involved in her case other than being an administrator since after the second day.... Why?" Protecting Marcus "Well, Mr. Conspiracy Theory over here; is afraid you're evaluating us and our home and such... He's been feeling like you've had us under a microscope.... He's afraid that you'll find some fault. I've tried to tell him it's something different." "I am not! I'm not afraid of anything...!" Paul defended his wounded honor. "Anyway... I was saying.... Paul is worried about Beth and Marcus." Anne said soothing her irate husband. "And what do you think it is?" I had to ask... 'Note to self...' remind myself about questions and honest answers. "I think you're interested in Beth on a very personal level and she's falling in love with you, if she realizes it or not." Anne stated flatly. "And you call me blunt." Paul said, as I gasped. "Well, I do have to go in and check on Beth and Marcus. It's getting late..." Anne temporized. "What makes you think that?" I asked, still flabbergasted. "Hormones... it's got to be the hormones." Paul said looking at his wife in wonder. "I've seen the little pats and caresses, the look in your eyes when you think no one is watching, and you shake yourself every time before you went in to see her. In one way it's very cute, in another, very dangerous." Anne said ticking of her evidence on her fingers. "What makes you think I feel that way?" I asked trying to ascertain just how deep I was in it. "Oh please; a woman as good looking as you, with your confidence and power... you're only single because you want to be, or you're a lesbian. I've watched the men drool after you and you're totally oblivious. I mean some of them were, make your knees go weak, good looking guys, and not even a twitch of interest. Sooo; that can mean only one thing...." "Beth asked me to be her friend... That's what I'm trying to do." I tried to evade. I'd never been caught out like this before. "Honey, if you're not.... Let me know, because I've made a big mistake." Anne looked stricken for a second. "You're Gay? Man, the guys are going to cry when they hear that.... I have to keep putting them off from giving them your number. They keep asking." Paul added stunned, finally catching the drift of the conversation. "No, I'm not gay... I hate that. Makes me sound like some stupid vapid Barbie doll! Yes, I've dated women before... I'm not going to lie to you. But, I'm not even sure Beth... I mean I'm not trying to hit on her... Damn, I don't know if she even be interested in me...." It had been awhile since I was so flustered, but they had me dead to rights. "What do you think about all this?" I tried to turn things around so I could gather my thoughts. "What... are we howling, homophobic, bigots?" She asked in a teasing voice. "No, I've known for some time my sister's interests went both ways. She's still my sister and I love her. Well, to be honest, she only had one girlfriend, and many boyfriends. I know she was called Ice Queen by the boys..." Anne left the sentence dangle. My head was spinning, what should I do...? What should I say? I was about to say something... anything when Marcus came out. "Ms. Tish... mommy is crying in her sleep." He said sleepily. "You go to her and I'll settle him down in his own bed." Anne said as we all got up. As we walked in, she added in a whisper. "If you hurt her... there will be no place to hide." "I think we both know better than that." I answered looking her in the eye. "Goodnight buddy, you've got school in the morning." I told Marcus as I kissed his cheek. I went in and saw her moaning, with tears on her face. She was closer to the wall, giving Marcus room to stretch out. So, I scooted as close as I could. She jumped as she felt my body next to hers. Her eyes snapped open and met mine. I opened my arms to her and let her find the comfort she needed. "Hold me please." she begged, as the dam burst. I rocked her and held her close. I'd kiss her head and murmured that it would be alright. Fifteen minutes later, I tried to get up, but she held on tight. "Don't go...." She whispered and I snuggled back down. I don't know how long I stared at that ceiling as my mind tumbled out of control. I was woken up by the sound of a shower going. I tried to orientate myself and realized I was tangled up with Beth's arms and legs. I looked at my watch, noticing I had to get going if I wanted to get to work on time. I went to the hall bathroom and tried to straighten myself up, but let's face it, I looked like I slept in my clothes, because that's exactly what had happened. I washed my face and tried to get my hair to cooperate. I knew I needed a shower or I would be walking around with bed head all day. I snapped out of my trance when I caught the blessed smell of strong coffee. I stumbled into the kitchen with my shoes in my hand and found Paul filling his thermos. He scooted a cup in my direction. "Thanks..." I croaked in gratitude. "You might think about bringing some spare stuff over, if you plan on sleeping here again." He smiled, taking in the sight of my wrinkled clothes. "I didn't plan anything... She's resting...." I said as I took my first big gulp of hot coffee, willing the caffeine into my system. "Thanks again, I have to get to work." I emptied my cup and put it in the sink. As I was heading to the front door, I was met by a sleepy eyed Anne wrapped in a big fuzzy robe. "Don't forget to call her this afternoon..." She said rubbing her eyes. "She's always happier after hearing your voice. Dinner is at six thirty; let me know if I need to set another place." She gave me a quick hug and shuffled into the kitchen to get her waiting cup. *** Beth I don't know what's worse, being an abuse survivor, or having people treating you like broken glass? Okay, so I've lived through a crash, I'm getting stronger every day. So what if I'm not able to be at my best yet? What do people expect from me? What in the hell do I expect of myself? I know my boss expects me not only to keep up with current work, but to also somehow make up for the weeks that I couldn't work. Like I planned being in the hospital, or like I've done something to be punished for. I know he's looking for any excuse to fire me. I wish I could get another job, but in this economy, I'm lucky to have this one. I know Anne and Paul expect me to make some big move against Emil, but I don't even want to think about him, let alone try and confront him. I know it's small of me, but hopefully he'll just get tired of his games and move on. Hopefully back overseas so I never have to worry about him again. Oh, I know that's just wishful thinking, but I don't have the strength to go looking for a fight. I know Marcus just wants everything to be okay and not to have to worry. It's a damn shame I can't promise him that. The only wild card is Trish. I honestly don't know what to expect from her, or what she expects from me. She isn't pushy, but I know she's holding something back. Her voice is enough to brighten my day and I honestly like her. But, is that all there is to it? Why do I feel drawn to her? Why does Marcus trust her? What does she want? I can't stand the look on Anne's face, like she knows something I don't, when it comes to Trish. These and many other thoughts cascade through my head as I tried to focus on the end of week report in front of me. I needed to get it done so I could make it on time to Marcus's appointment. I was glad Trish offered to drive us. I knew Marcus would love to see his 'Miss Tish' again. If I didn't agree with him on that, I might have become jealous of my son's affections toward a certain tall sexy woman. I refused the temptation to look and see if that grey car was there again. I finished my report, printed it out and took it to my boss. I didn't like the feeling I got around him anymore. Something had changed while I was in the hospital and he was acting a lot differently around me. "Here is the Weekly report Mr. Moore." I placed the report on his desk, waiting for him to release me. I knew he'd make me wait. It was part of the change. He personally inspected every bit of my work for mistakes. "There are three typos" He said, looking at the document. Do it again and get it right Ms. Williams." He tossed the report at Beth, dismissing her. "Where sir...?" I asked, looking to make the changes as quickly as possible so I could get out of there. "Find them... that's what I'm paying you for." He snapped. "But Mr. Moore, I have a court appointment. I have to get going. If you could point them out, I can have it done quicker...." I tried to reason. "I told you, no more appointments unless you clear them with me first. You work at my convenience, not the other way around. I make the schedule, not you. You need to make your appointments on your own time, not mine." He lectured. "Mr. Moore, I don't have a choice in this. If the judge says be there at two; then I have to be there. I'm trying to make all my doctor's appointments either at lunch or after work, but we work the same hours as they do." I knew he knew this, but he made sure to correct me every time. "That's not my problem... As far as I'm concerned, as soon as you make up the ten thousand dollars you've cost me, you're fired. Just because it happened during work hours, doesn't mean workman's comp had to be involved. One more work time interruption, and I'll fire you anyway." He waved Beth out the door. "If you are done before five, come back and finish your job. I don't want to hear about the lack of baby sitters or anything else. You need to decide what is more important, all these appointments or the tenuous hold you have on your job." I was almost in tears, as I walked out of the office. I knew there was a reason behind the changes, but to blame me for the accident and the bills was just unfair. I also knew I had to find another job, the sooner the better. I knew the moment Mr. Moore could, he follow through on his threat to fire me. I was so upset; I almost walked in front of Trish's car as she pulled up. "What's wrong Beth?" Trish asked as soon as the door closed. I told her about what my boss had said. "So, I need to find another job, but until I'm done with all the appointments, no one will hire me." I finished helplessly. "What a load of bullshit. He can't fire you. That's part of the problem. It's out of his hands. You might want to ask for a transfer, but the decision to fire you has been taken out of his hands, you're a corporate case now." Trish tried to reassure me. "Did you let the school know we're picking up Marcus early today?" Trish changed the subject. "Yeah, I sent a note. They should have him in the office waiting by the time we get there." I tried to relax in her fancy sports car. "It will be okay." Trish said as she put her free hand on top of my cold trembling one. "This is just a formality. We sign over the paperwork and the judge releases the temporary orders. Everything goes as planned, and we start looking for you a place to live... simple." "Nothing in my life is simple." I had no idea how true those word were. We chatted all the way to Marcus's school. I had a tinge of fear when I saw a similar grey car to the one I thought might be following me. Nothing could have prepared me in seeing Emil standing there with a smirk on his face. "What are you doing here?" I yelled, as a teacher's aide was walking with Marcus to the office came into my view. "Taking my son...!" He smiled evilly. "I have a court order." I reacted instinctively. "Get away from my son, you monster. You'll never get him." I screamed and placed myself between Marcus and Emil. Trish saw everything and turned to the closest person and ordered. "Call 911. There's an attempted kidnapping going on." She joined Beth and told the teacher's aide. Take him into a classroom until the police get here... now!" "Who are you? You can't tell my son what to do... I'm taking him... I have paper that says I can." Emil spat at Trish. "I'm an officer of the court. We have paperwork that says you cannot come within one thousand feet of Beth, Marcus, their dwelling, school, daycare or places of employment. We'll let the police and the judge decide who is taking Marcus and where." She crossed her arms in front of her, stepping one step closer to the irate man in challenging posture. Emil balled his hand into a fist, wanting nothing more that to knock the look off Trish's face. What he got was another challenge. "Go ahead and hit me.... I dare you! Then the police can take you to jail. I'm not afraid of you." Trish never backed down from a fight and wasn't about to start now. She looked so beautiful standing there defiantly. "I'll deal with you later." He spat at me. I was about to retort, when Trish told me. "Let him say what he wants. I've informed him that I'm an officer of the court. Everything I see, hear or witness; can be used as legal testimony. Let him hang himself." She put a hand on my shaking shoulder. "But what happens when we're late to court?" I pleaded, worried. "Don't worry, the police will have a log and that's twice as good. It will be okay, I promise." She was going to say more, but the sirens approaching said enough. The words kidnapping and school, is enough to get even the most hardened cop's blood pumping. Within a minute there were cops everywhere. Emil, being aggressive, made a big mistake. As soon as the cops got out of the car, he started yelling at them, trying to get his way. He finally shut up when they ground his face into the grass, cuffing him. Trish just waited as the principal and other school personnel came out to meet the cops. She had Marcus's file, and the copy of the paperwork that was presented to her. When the supervisor came up and asked. "Okay, what's going on? Are the children in lock down, who's being or has been kidnapped?" She asked in rapid fire questioning. "The child in question is safe in a classroom. No need for a full lock down, everyone is here and accounted for." The Principal said dismissively "He has accomplice's... He's used one before." I shouted from behind Trish. "Who is he, and yes I want a complete lock down and roll call... now." She told the school people. "Who are you?" She asked Trish. "I'm Trish Hafez, the original case manager for the minor child... we were picking him up for a court date pending in Judge Warren's chambers at two. Could you have someone call the court and let them know we're held up here please?" "Yeah sure.... We who...?" She asked pulling out her note pad. "Myself, and Mrs. Williams, the child's mother..." "What's the child's name?" "Confidentiality officer.... Can we take this out of public view?" Trish asked. "Yeah... okay.... Is he or she still on campus?" "Yes, I had him sent into a classroom, when I told them to call 911, until you could get here." Trish explained her actions. "Good call. Let me release some of these units, and I'll meet with all of you in the Principal's office. Have the child there too." The supervisor said as she motioned an officer over to watch them. I couldn't control my shaking as Trish led us into the office. I could feel each tick of the clock on the wall as a physical blow. The young officer followed, as Trish told the office clerk to have Marcus brought in. A few minutes later, another officer, escorted the frightened aide and Marcus. Once he saw me and Trish, he broke away and ran to us. The office ladies and police officers paled when the little boy asked. "Did daddy try and kill you again, mommy?" "Again...?" Asked the supervisor, as she walked in. "A couple of months ago, he had one of his friends run me off the road. It was the last time he tried to take my son." I said, while trying to sooth my upset son. "That is why we're supposed to be in court today." Trish added. "The judge is supposed to release the temporary orders that were put in place while Mrs. Williams was incapacitated." "He had a signed court order releasing the boy to him." The Principal said in her own defense. "From which court?" Trish asked before the cop could ask the same question. "Here is his file." She handed over the documents. The police officer looked everything over, knowing Judge Warren and his signature. She saw the other court order was from out of state. "This was issued in absentia, from out of state. It isn't enforceable here. It's out of their jurisdiction." The cop said looking at the Principal. "The instructions we have, said the child couldn't be released to anyone not on the list unless they had a court order. He showed us a valid court order. Our hands are tied. We can't get involved in all these domestic cases. We don't have the man power. We are under staffed as it is." The principal stood straighter, trying to look important and failing. "Well next time, and I'd check with your legal department, but only current, local and or state; court orders are valid. If they have an out of state order, they can have it processed through the DA's office to make it a local order." She explained the newest changes to the law. "Do you think he would have taken the child out of state?" She asked us. "The last time he had a passport ready to take him out of the country." I said hugging Marcus. The cop just looked at the Principal, giving her the message of how bad she had screwed the pooch. "Well, the judge wants everyone in chambers, so we'll escort you to the court house. We can get the rest of the information there for the incident report. I'd say we were lucky this time. You might want to tighten up security here at the school." She wrote down what information she needed and walked us out to Trish's car. She watched as we put Marcus into his car seat and motioned the young cop to escort them to the court house, before going back to her patrol car. When we got to court, I kept looking around nervously. "What's the matter?" Trish asked. "I feel like I've done something wrong." I said "People are looking at us with the police around us like we're criminals." I held Marcus's hand tight, not wanting him to get lost in the big building. "No, protection... if we were criminals, we'd be in the back in orange pajamas chained to the seat. Something your ex is going to experience soon I think." She rubbed my back as we waited. "Weren't you afraid of him? He might have hurt you." I asked, and shivered at the thought. "Nope... I have an older brother and I can take him down two times out of three. Besides, If he hit me, then he would go to jail for a long time. Either way, it'd be worth it." Trish smiled at the thought of Emil going to jail. I wanted to say more, but we were joined by Anne and Paul and had to tell them what happened. As we talked, two officers escorted a mussed up Emil into the court room. He looked like he wanted to say something, but Paul took a step forward and watched as the cops pushed him, none to gently, into the room. It was almost five when they were finally called in front of the judge. He listened to the cops, Trish, myself and even asked Marcus a few questions, before he addressed Emil, who kept trying to say that since he was a foreign national and didn't live in the state, that they didn't have final say on his son. This of course, just irritated the judge. "Alright Mr. Mel'ak, I've heard enough. The police can process you for the incident at the school today. I'll let the DA decide if they are going to press charges. As it pertains to custody, I'm issuing a temporary order stating that Mrs. Williams, the biological mother, will have sole custody and care of the child. I'm also issuing an order to have you investigated for possible revocation of parental rights. I will hold a hearing on this matter in six months." He explained exactly what that meant.