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Second Chances
By: Malissa Madison
Denise wasn't sure who the strange man sitting down the street from the
house was, or why he was watching her. But it made her nervous, was he
some kind of molester or other kind of Pervert?
It wasn't the first time she'd seen him either. She'd mentioned it to her
older sister Patricia, who'd looked at the man curiously then said,
"Don't worry Sis he's harmless," just before the bus arrived to pick them
both up for school. This morning she stood beside Patricia, both sisters
wearing the Blue and White of the Bulldogs Cheerleaders. Her book bag
over one shoulder, she carried her Pom, Pom's in her right hand inside
the clear plastic bag so they wouldn't get dirty. She was exceptionally
bouncy today. She'd just made the cheer squad and it was a home coming
game tonight.
As they got onto the bus, their mother Megan was getting into her car.
"I'll see you both at the game tonight," she called to them. After the
bus pulled away the man in the car drove off before she saw him sitting
there.
All day Denise kept wondering about the man in the car, Who was he? Did
Patricia know him? Should she tell her mother about him? Maybe he was
into little girls or something.
"Denise Watson," said her teacher in sixth period. "Would you care to
tell us who was responsible for the death of Abraham Lincoln?"
Crap, she breathed silently. "He was responsible for his own death
Ma'am."
"And just how do you figure that young lady?"
"His ideals and programs went against society at the time, he knew he was
in danger yet he still chose to expose himself with very little in the
way of protection. Giving John Wilkes Booth the opportunity he needed."
The class burst into laughter, but the teacher wasn't laughing. "James,
why are you laughing at her answer?"
"Because she's wrong," he spouted off.
"On the contrary, She is absolutely correct. Had you bothered to read the
chapter at all instead of relying on Amy to give the answers to you, you
would know that Lincoln had received many death threats leading up to
that fateful night in Ford's Theater. He took it upon himself to ignore
the advice of his security personnel."
The bell rang and Denise jumped up and ran for the hall, she wanted to
get to Assembly before most of the other students.
"Talk about exposing themselves to danger," James said behind her. Some
people don't know how to keep a low profile." He reached out and snapped
her bra strap, delighted in her yelp as the strap stung the center of her
back between her shoulder blades, and the blush that appeared because his
practiced twist had unhook the fastenings.
"James Short, my office now," called another teacher. Miss Watson are you
ok?"
"Yes sir, I'll be fine once I get to the ladies room." she ducked quickly
into the bathroom and refastened her bra. Then readjusted her breasts
smiling. Had that happened last year she knew her forms would have been
falling out the bottom of her sweater. But thankfully her hormones had
kicked into overdrive near the end of the Christmas holidays and during
the summer she'd developed a really nice pair of real breasts.
She darted to her locker and retrieved her Pom Pom's then met Patricia
and the others in the girls locker room just outside the gym.
No one in the school was aware that someone else was watching the hallway
security camera's. in the two hours between the Pep Rally and the start
of the game, that person found James Short as he was sitting in his car.
James became painfully aware that he wasn't alone when the strange man
wearing sunglasses gripped the two middle fingers of his throwing hand.
"Listen carefully punk. I don't care who you are or how much money your
Daddy has. If Anything Happens to Denise Watson, they will never find
your corpse. And if you want to be able to play tonight's game you'd
better find her and apologize for that little stunt you pulled in the
hallway. Is that clear?"
"Who the fuck are you man?"
The pressure increased on his two middle fingers, "Wrong answer, Is that
clear?"
"Geez, man. Yes it's clear. Why do you care about her she's a cross
dressing freak. You sound like her father or something."
The man's face was inches from his. "Don't ever call my little girl a
freak again. I'll be watching." He let go of the boys fingers, he knew
his game would be off but he hadn't hurt him, not like he wanted too."
The man had disappeared as suddenly as he appeared. Unnerved James made
his way to the field where he knew the cheerleaders were going over their
routines.
"Ruthie, I, I gotta talk to Denise," he interrupted still massaging and
flexing his fingers.
Denise flanked by the rest of the cheerleaders confronted him, "What do
you want now?" demanded Patty.
"I, I want to apologize. What I did was wrong and hurtful. I'm sorry."
"If you really mean that prove it," demanded Connie. "Be her date for the
Home Coming dance tonight."
He was about to refuse when he saw a lone figure standing atop the
bleachers across the field.
"Denise, would you like that? to go with me to the dance?"
"Only if you treat me like a lady and don't go off chasing after
Brittany." She said. "And if you do anything to humiliate me you will
regret it."
He swallowed hard, "I promise you won't regret going to the dance with
me."
"Now give her a kiss on the cheek," Patty said.
He glanced toward the bleachers but the figure was gone. He kissed her
cheek anyway, "You smell really nice," he said, surprising even himself.
"Thank you, you smell pretty good yourself," she blushed and giggled.
He looked at her kind of funny, then said, "So I'll see you after the
game?"
"Sure," she said and squeezed his hand. Then noticed his wincing in pain.
"Oh you hurt your hand. She caressed it tenderly, then gave it a little
kiss." ++++
All through the game she kept cheering for him, shouting is name. she
couldn't understand why herself. There was just something about it.
At the beginning of halftime Megan asked her, "Wow, What's gotten into
you? I thought you didn't like him, isn't he the one that's always
teasing you?"
"Mom, they have a date. He's asked her to go to the dance with him,"
Patty said.
"So he was teasing you because he likes you?"
"I don't know Momma, but he asked and he promised not to embarrass or
humiliate me. And he said I smell really nice." Denise blushed.
"Alright, I'm going to run home and get you something nice for the
dance."
"Can I wear the blue dress with the lace and ruffles?" asked Denise.
"Yes and I'll bring your makeup and heels and undies that match," Megan
was just about as excited as she was when she saw Patty off on her first
date.
Blushing Denise asked, "Did my baby blue Gaff get washed yet?"
"It's in your drawer, I'll bring it."
Everyone remarked how much enthusiasm Denise was showing. They thought
she was really going overboard, some thought she was trying to humiliate
James.
James himself felt, well he couldn't describe his feelings. At first he
was embarrassed every time she cheered his name. but she was putting so
much into it. and he had to admit she really looked hot in that outfit,
and she did sound genuine. He kind of liked it.
"James do you have the hot's for the Tranny cheerleader?" someone asked.
And before he knew it his fist had struck out in anger.
"Shut the fuck up Derrick, She's really nice. Why can't you just give her
a fucking chance?" they all backed off while Derrick assessed the damage
to his nose. "Look just lay off her ok?"
He couldn't understand it, his feelings had changed toward her. But why,
had it really been just because that stranger had forced him to be nice
to her? "No" he told himself, "It was being up close, seeing her smile,
her pretty blue eyes. The way she'd kissed his aching fingers."
They'd won the game and half the school was surprised at how huge a lead
they had, twenty seven to four.
Now he found himself in a semi dressy shirt, no tie, and his best pair of
unstained jeans, wearing his beat up cowboy boots, waiting outside the
girls locker room for her with the rest of the guys waiting for their
dates.
He didn't know the other cheerleaders had hung back to let her be the
first to leave.
His jaw nearly dropped open when she stepped out, the first thing he saw
was her face, the light shimmering blue eye shadow, the long lashes, her
hair gathered in a poufy mass atop her head, tied with a blue satin
ribbon. Her flawless creamy neck the strapless blue dress that hugged her
shapely figure, the mounds of her beautiful breasts barely exposed, but
very real. The flare of her hips. The long shapely legs that ended in a
pair of three inch Black open toe strappy heels. He swallowed hard not
seeing anyone else. Not Megan off to the side with her camera taking
pictures, or the strange man behind her at the junction of the hallway
watching. No one else seemed to matter, as she stepped forward offering
her arm.
"Sh, shall we go to the dance?" he stammered. "I, I'm sorry I didn't
think to get any flowers," he said noticing the other boys had brought
flowers for their girls. "But then they would be pale in the light that
shines from your beauty."
Her hand on his shoulder she raised up on tip toes and kissed his cheek,
"Thank you, I really do believe you mean it." there was the hint of a
tear forming in the corners of her eyes. "Let's get out of the way so
everyone else can hook up." She giggled.
She walked on his arm into the auditorium, and people stood and stared at
them, The Briar Cliff's own Odd Couple. They actually danced on the floor
twice, during which they began a difficult conversation. To be honest she
did most of the talking, and was aware of it.
He was fascinated by her voice, her grace, the way her Adam's apple
bobbed as she talked. They were sitting on a bench next to the doors when
he suddenly leaned in and kissed her lips softly.
She pulled back startled, "why did you do that?"
"Because you are truly beautiful, I wanted to feel what they felt like."
"Oh," she giggled and it sounded like music to his ears. He looked around
nervously. They were in a relatively dark corner by the doors, "Would you
like to try it again James?" and this time she kissed him.
She told him about growing up, and always feeling more like a girl than a
boy. And how her parents had fought over the fact. How her father had
beaten her for it when she was five, and her mother had thrown him out
never to be seen again.
He told her how he'd been raised to hate people like her, and how he was
beginning to realize that she really was a girl even if she had the wrong
body. And he really didn't care what other people thought.
Their next kiss lasted longer, and included the nibbling of each other's
lips, and the briefest of tongue swapping.
She wanted to tell him everything, but held back wanting to find out for
sure what his true feelings were for her. She knew if she gave over too
much and then this was just a onetime thing she'd be devastated.
"So those are real flesh," he smiled after she'd told him about how the
hormone therapy was helping her to develop into a woman.
She looked around as she guided his hand to her breasts, then a moment
later gasped with excitement as he bent forward and kissed one then the
other.
The dance was beginning to break up when he said, "Denise, this was
supposed to be a onetime date I know, but, umm, would you go out to a
movie with me on Saturday?" he bit his lip watching her face hopefully.
"I'll have to ask my Mom if it's ok first," she said. "But if she says
yes, I will." Then she kissed him again, more lip nibbling and tongues
grazing lips.
"Ehhummm, excuse me you two," Patty interrupted. "Momma says it's time to
go before something happens."
Denise saw her mother's raised eyebrows, and look of concern. Her arms
crossed in front of her chest. She blushed crimson. "I better go before
she gets mad," she giggled, then gave him a quick kiss goodbye.
The stranger had been standing quietly in the opposite corner the whole
time watching carefully, and now he was amused. Had he inadvertently
brought two destined lovers together. Surely no two people could be more
opposite than his little girl and the school bully.
He met James in the parking lot next to his car. "What the hell are you
doing?" he demanded.
"I don't know, Honest. It just happened. I really like here, I mean if my
parents knew they'd kill me but you know what? I don't care because they
aren't going to be living my life. I think they were wrong teaching me
that crap about how she shouldn't be allowed to," he stopped looking over
the man's shoulder.
Derrick and three others were coming for him. He knew he didn't stand a
chance against all four of them together.
"That your boyfriend James?" Derrick taunted thinking they had the upper
hand.
"James, you go on home, I'll deal with these four. Go on," he handed
James a piece of paper.
"Yeah you better run James."
Before he knew it the guy was pulling him off of them. Ease up, you'll
kill them. And I don't want my little girl seeing her first love as a
murderer."
Wiping the blood from his lip James asked, "Who are you really? You keep
saying your little girl. But she told me tonight her father hates her."
"I don't hate her, not anymore." He got James into his car then got
behind the wheel. "I gotta get you outa here before the cops show up."
Later outside of town in a truck stop bathroom he cleaned up James' cuts
and bruises. "I spent some time in jail. Not hard time just bad time. I
had a lot of time to think about things you know?"
"Like me you realized everything you'd been taught was wrong?" James
asked.
"It took me a lot longer, too long maybe. But she's happy now, I can't
just barge back into her life like it never happened." He was crying.
"That scar next to her left eye, I did that, I have to see that in every
picture. I have to live with that fact, I could have killed her."
"So that's why you're so over protective of her now?" asked James.
"I'll be paying for that the rest of my life," the man admitted.
"You should try talking to her, I bet she'll forgive you. She really is a
wonderful person."
"Who are you talking to sugar?" asked the waitress at the truck stop
diner.
"What," he looked across from him at the empty seat. A twenty dollar bill
lay in the center of the table. "He was just here."
"No Sugar you've been in here the better party of two hours talking to
yourself. Are you ok? Did you get hit too hard in whatever fight you were
in?"
"I, sorry," he handed her the Twenty and left.
In his car he mumbled, "This can't be happening, this can't be
happening."
"Why not?" asked the stranger suddenly sitting beside him in the car
going down the highway.
Flashing lights behind him got his attention, and he pulled over. "They
can't see me," warned the stranger.
"James Short?" asked the cop shining the light around inside his car.
"Yes Sir."
"I just wanted to be sure you were ok after your fight, don't worry you
aren't in trouble." Said the officer. But we do need to talk with you
about something else if you'd follow us to the station."
"Don't worry, I think you'll be surprised when you get there," the
stranger said. "Just be honest with them and everything will work itself
out. I have to go check on my little girl." And then he was just gone.
"James," the cop across from him asked, "Have you ever seen any of this
stuff before." He laid out pictures taken from what could have been his
own basement.
"No Sir, I mean I think I know what it looks like but I haven't ever seen
any for real."
Another cop came in, "His car is clean, so is his room. I think he was
just an innocent bystander caught up in the web."
"What's going on?" James asked.
"We got a call from someone telling us this stuff was in the house, a
Mister Steven Watson. Said you didn't know anything about it but we had
to make sure."
"H, He's dead. Denise said her dad was dead." James blurted out.
"Check that Charlie," said the big cop.
"We already did, Died seven years ago doing a two year stretch for
assaulting a police officer. Knifed in the showers defending a
Transsexual inmate."
It was all too much for James to handle, he passed out.
"James? Sweetie are you ok?" his Aunt Tiffany asked.
"W, What happened? Mom, Dad?"
"Are going to jail for a very long time." Said his mother's sister. "The
state say's you'll be living with me, isn't that good you have family?"
She drove him home and one of the policemen followed driving his car. He
missed school the next day and worried about Denise. He tried to call the
number the stranger had given him.
"Hello?"
"Umm, this is James Short, Ma'am. I took Denise to the dance last night."
She's at school, where you should be." Megan said concerned.
"I ran into some problems last night Ma'am. My parents are in jail and
I'm living with my Aunt Tiffany."
"Tiffany Coalfield?"
"Yes Ma'am"
"Are you alright? I saw the news this morning."
"I'm fine Ma'am, I wanted to tell Denise before she found out from
someone else."
"Tell Tiff I'll be over in about five minutes." She hung up.
"who was that on the phone James?" his aunt asked.
"Mrs Watson, my girlfriends Mom."
"Oh, which of her girls are you dating? Patty or Denise?"
"I hope Denise, but I don't think her mom will want me seeing her now."
"Why not?" the knock on the back door startled him, and she went to see
who it was.
"Come in Megan, we were just discussing his dating Denise."
"Ma'am I knew my parents were insane, but I didn't know about any of that
stuff I swear," he began. "I'm." she hushed him.
"James, if you were I doubt you'd be here talking about it." she looked
at him closely. "I want to talk about Denise. More specifically your
feeling toward her."
"I know she had it rough, her dad beating her when she was four, almost
killing her leaving that scar next to her eye and going to prison. He
really does love her though,"
"He's dead. He died in that prison seven years ago. And Denise would
never mention her scars. So how did you find out how she got them?"
"You're going to think I'm crazy Ma'am. But he told me last night in the
truck stop. After he patched me up."
"what? That's impossible. Do you know what you're saying?"
"He says to tell you he's sorry about everything. He wants you to
remember the violins in Vienna, when the string broke and the violinist
fell in the water."
His Aunt Tiffany looked directly at Steven Watson now, "I see you Steven,
don't run away from this. You'll never get another chance."
Megan's head came around now and she rose to her feet, "Steven, you're,
you're dead. I saw the body."
"I, Megan I only have a day left to make things right. I really want to
see her. See both of my girls. I want to hold the three of you in my arms
while I still can. Before it's too late."
Megan picked the girls up early from school, "I have a surprise for you
at home." Was all she would tell them.
When they walked in the door Denise stopped in her tracks, "You're the
man that's been watching me."
"Yes," he said and took off his sunglasses. "I had to know you were safe.
I had to tell you how proud I am of both my girls. And how sorry I was
for all the things I said and all the things I did. Denise, if I could
take them all back I would, but I can't. and I'll have to go through the
rest of my existence in hell for that."
"Daddy I forgive you. I didn't understand it either." She wrapped her
arms around him expecting them to pass through his ghost, but they met
solid flesh.
"I'm sorry I only have a few hours left here before I have to go back.
But I think you'll be ok now. They let me come back because you were in
danger but it's gone now."
"James," she breathed.
"He's safe too, now. I think he loves you."
They sat and talked, hugged and touched each other.
"Daddy, you've hardly spent any time with Momma. She loves and misses you
too."
"I know baby, I, I'm so tired. I just wish I had more time to set things
right in your life."
Megan and the girls helped him upstairs to her room and lay him on the
bed to rest.
As Megan lay down next to him the girls left quietly closing the door.
"God if you can hear me, thank you for letting me see my daddy again. I
just wish I didn't have to let him go now." Denise and Patty both prayed.
"I always knew there was good in your heart still Steven," said Megan as
she kissed his forehead. "God please don't take him away again. Please my
girls need him. And so do I."
She held onto him, wrapping herself around him trying to keep him there
as she cried until she fell asleep.
Steven floated as if in a dream, he saw them all around him. The judges,
the tormentors. The brightness without a face.
"Steven Carl Watson," faceless voice rang out. "This is your second
chance, live it well. Not many get a gift like this."
He floated away drifting downward, confused by those words, A "Second
Chance?"
"Daddy? Daddy!" he could hear Denise's excited voice. He opened his eyes,
looking around. The voice was behind him. But Megan was there her arms
around him tightly.
"Shhh, you'll wake your Mother." He gently untangled his body, "Body",
from Megan before rolling over.
"I, we thought you were going to be gone."
"So did I, but I think I was given a second chance. Let's not waste it."
"Steven, you're still here. you really did get a second chance." They
were all crying now hugging each other. His stomach grumbled.
"Who want's pancakes?" he asked.
"Girls, go start breakfast, we'll be down in a few minutes," Megan said
not taking her eyes off him.
They giggled as they left the room.
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