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Chapter Nineteen
Splinters exploded as the bullet hit the wood beam, two feet above the
gymnasium doors as Sofia ran after the girls into the large empty space,
the sound of the men's running feet disappearing as the doors closed
behind them. Four seconds she thought, four seconds to get these girls
hidden, but where?
Sofia looked left and right at the white painted walls, shadows and
bands of light shining off the glossy surface from the skylights above
looking like demons clawing after them. The bleachers were stacked
tightly against the walls leaving the highly polished wood floor exposed
in all directions. Sofia noticed Coach Kramer's desk light shining dully
under the heavy door to her office. They would be safe if they could
reach the office before the gunmen came through the gymnasium doors and
the police could be summoned.
"Girls, Kramer's office," Sofia yelled, to the two athletes fleeing
toward the rear of the gym, her voice and footsteps echoing in the large
empty space.
Amanda and Melisa turned toward Coach Kramer's office mid flight across
the deserted basketball court, shoes squeaking with every step.
The light indicated the office door would be unlocked and if it wasn't,
Sofia would have to think of another alternative escape route. As luck
would have it Coach Kramer was finishing some paperwork as the three
girls crashed through the office door, Sofia following a second later
than Amanda and Melisa.
"Girl's what's going on?" Coach asked, as her office door was being
pushed shut by Sofia. Sofia pushed the lock mechanism in the handle to
lock the door.
The door to the office is a heavy item, steel skin with a solid core to
make it fire rated and quite heavy enough to stop most bullets fired
from a pistol. The door opens out making it almost impossible to break
in from the outside and secure enough from the inside to serve as a
place for detention..
"Call the police, 911," Sofia ordered.
"Amanda, what's happening?" Coach Kramer asked, "What's the meaning of
this?"
The five seconds of conversation and action to lock the door brought the
jarring answer to the Coach. The lock rattled followed by heavy kicking
against the door when Ken and Carl tried to open the office door.
"Coach, hurry, call the police," Sofia ordered, again.
Coach Kramer looked on in shock as the attack continued on her office
door, not moving but watching with her mouth open as her brain tried to
make sense of the commotion whirling around her.
"God," Sofia swore as the coach froze in horror as the assault to the
door continued..
Grabbing the phone next to the papers Coach was grading, accidently
sweeping several to flutter across the floor, Sofia punched in the
numbers.
"911 what's your emergency?"
"This is Marion Hill School and we have two men with guns on the
grounds. Please send help."
"Are you in any danger?"
"Not right now, but shots have been fired."
"Stay on the line and help will be there soon. There's an officer two
minutes away."
"Please hurry, they're trying to break into the room where we are"
The pounding on the door ceased after a half of a minute, only to be
followed by the sound of gunfire and a loud crashing noise on the door,
some more kicking, and then silence.
We couldn't hear sirens or any other noise. The wall where the office
had been built was designed with a very high fire rating. The walls were
cement block and the door, was steel with a solid core and steel
framing, painted grey. The hardware was of the highest quality and for
the thugs to trying to enter, it presented a barrier they couldn't
overcome without heavy tools of some sort to break the door apart.
Another two minutes passed before we heard knocking on the door.
"That must be the police, get back into the corner of the room and I'll
let them in."
Sofia found a baseball bat and took it in her hand before walking to the
door. Coach, Melisa, and I crowded into the left front corner of the
room, after Sofia explained she would be able to try to protect us with
the bat and there would be no easy shot at us until they entered the
office.
"Identify yourself," Sofia yelled, hoping the sound of her voice would
travel through the door.
"Deputy Sherriff Bob Atkins, Miss, please unlock the door."
"Where are the guys that were shooting at us?"
"They're gone, you're safe now."
Sofia stepped to the lock side of the door and stood against the wall,
shielded from the door opening by the thick cement block wall. She
reached slowly toward the door handle and pressed it down to unlock the
door and quickly grabbing the bat with both hands and prepared to swing
it at the intruder. The deputy eased himself slowly into the room enough
to expose enough of his uniform so Sofia could see the voice was
connected to a real Deputy Sherriff.
"Is everyone okay?" he asked.
"We're fine," Sofia answered.
"Deputy Atkins, Miss, and you're?"
"Sofia Lorenz," she answered, still gripping the baseball bat. His name
plate confirmed he was who he said he was.
"Nice to meet you, Miss Lorenz. Can you tell me what happened?" Deputy
Atkins asked.
Bob Atkins was a tall man and looked to be around twenty-five years old.
His hair showing from under his Sherriff's hat was dark brown with a
military cut and his intense eyes were a deep blue. His nose was a
little crooked, not enough to be ugly but the right amount to be sexy.
He had a ready smile and very white teeth. I would have had to guess he
was around six-three and very well put together. My thoughts were, 'God
he's a fox'.
I could hear sirens coming from all directions. It wouldn't be long
before the SWAT Team arrived along with half the police in Placer
County.
Sofia was her usual calm self as she answered the Deputy's question,
except I couldn't help notice that she was blushing every time her eyes
met his. OMG, Sofia was losing her composure, as it was evident she
liked the deputy more than as someone who had just saved her. She was
crushing on the guy.
"The girls had just finished their workouts for their team sports and we
were walking toward the car when I spotted the two guys waiting for us.
I knew what they wanted so I told the girls to run for the gym. I was
hoping it was still unlocked and if it was we would be safe in there.
All we had to do was hide, which we did. The tall guy shot at me, but
missed badly, which I knew he would. Luckily the coach's office was
unlocked and we would be safe in there. They tried to get in, but there
was no way they would be able to break through the door before you got
here."
"Do you know who they were?" he asked.
"I saw then yesterday and knew what they were doing, so as soon as I saw
them I alerted the girls and here we are."
"You saw them yesterday? Why didn't you call the police, and how did you
know what they wanted?"
"Do you know who this girl is?" Sofia asked, pointing at me.
"Umm, she looks kind of familiar, but I really can't put a name to her
face."
"That's understandable since guys don't wear much makeup. She's Amanda
Flowers, a very famous model."
"Amanda Flowers, yeah now I recognize her, hey weren't you just at the
awards show? My girlfriend and I watched it, yeah, now I remember."
Sofia's face turned to a scowl when Bob mentioned his girl friend.
Sofia's got a crush, I giggled to myself.
"Jeze, we broke up right after that."
Sofia's smile returned so fast that I thought her lips would get
whiplash.
"Sorry, I got distracted, so, how did you know what these guys wanted?
Have you been reading mystery novels and just guessed?"
Bob thought he was speaking to a high school senior who thought she had
enough knowledge to know about abductions and what ever else she had
talked about. Girls her age sure wouldn't know about pistols and not
being able to hit anything while you were running. Maybe he would cut
her some slack because she was so darn cute. 'Too bad she's still in
school or he'd be tempted to ask her to dinner' he thought.
"Oh, I get it," Sofia answered, with more than a little venom in her
voice. "You think I'm some little airhead that doesn't know the first
thing about dangerous things. Well Mister Sherriff, I'm her bodyguard
and this is what I'm trained to do. Those guys couldn't have been more
obvious if they tried. First they were driving a rented blue SUV and
they circled across in front of the school and then back again. Two guys
driving up and down in front of a high school, come on, they were either
looking for someone or they were perverts looking to get laid. When we
left school they fell right in behind us and I knew it was Amanda they
were after, so I led them to the mall to prove my theory about them.
They followed us and parked to watch us. I made them suffer a bit while
we shopped. Nothing like three teen girls shopping, to drive a guy
crazy."
"You can say that again."
Sofia raised one eyebrow.
"Anyway, I lost them driving home. It wasn't too hard and we didn't see
them again until this morning. Apparently they have a general idea of
where Amanda lives and waited off the freeway until we drove past. They
knew where we were going so they didn't care if they lost me or not. We
didn't see them until after practice and you know what happened since
then."
"You're really a body guard?" Bob asked sheepishly. "Are you carrying?"
"No, my pistol is in the car locked in a safe, school rules you know,"
Sofia answered sarcastically.
"Just how old are you Sofia?" he asked.
"I'm twenty-eight, is there a problem?"
From the smile on Bob's face Sofia's age was the farthest thing from
being a problem. I guess he kind of liked her too.
Over the next half of an hour we were taken outside and questioned by
the Chief of Detectives for Placer County and a detective for the Auburn
City Police. Sofia was bored, I was having fun, and Melisa was beside
herself with excitement. She was living one of her mystery novels. Coach
Kramer didn't know Sofia was my bodyguard and when she found out she
knew why Sofia watched my practices every day. He thought Sofia was
another student with a crush on me and was going to ask her to leave
practice if she kept showing up to watch me. When we were finally able
to leave, she thanked Sofia for being there and gave her a hug. Sofia
being herself, tensed but allowed the show of affection. I love that
girl. Oh, I almost forgot, Bob asked Sofia for her number, and she gave
it to him, romance is in the air.
* *
*
"Boss, I'm sorry, but the cops came before we could take the girl," Ken
said, into his mobile phone.
"Shit, how long does it take to grab the kid, just what in the Hell were
you doing?"
"We were waiting right next to the girl's car. We figured she would walk
to us, no fuss, no muss, just grab her, throw her in the car and drive
away. You know the broad with the legs; well she saw us and told the
other two girls to run. How would she know we were waiting for them? I
think she's something more than a student. She knew right away who we
were."
"The chick's got to be a body guard, the fucking kid's a bodyguard, and
she's no student, why didn't you spot that in the first place?"
"How should we know, she looked just like one of the other girl
students."
"What were you looking with, your dick? Don't answer that question, I
already know. Look this has to happen in the next few days and I don't
want another screw up. Fucking shoot the bodyguard and grab the kid, get
it done."
"Uh, Boss, we'll need to rent another car. The girl knows what this one
looks like."
"I don't care what you have to do, just get it done and next time you
call, it had better be good news or I'll be handing your balls to you
myself."
The phone went dead and Ken had an obvious look of concern on his face.
He knew Marco was good for his word and wouldn't think twice about
cutting his balls off, if it even came to that. His neck would probably
be first.
"Boss said we have to get it done and if we have to, shoot the
bodyguard," Ken relayed the message.
"Those legs belong to a bodyguard, damn, what a waste, I'd do her in a
second."
"I'm sure you would, and maybe you'll get your chance. Let's get rid of
this car and get a different color so she won't spot us so easily. She
might not be all that tough and is here just for show. I wouldn't mind
getting a little of that myself."
*
* *
The next day things were different. We had a police escort all the way
to school. A Sherriff's car followed us from the time we left the house
until we arrived at school. I guess you can guess who volunteered for
that duty? Sofia had a smile on her face all the way to school.
The seriousness of the kidnap attempt made me think about what my life
had become. Did I really have a life anymore, or was I just a product
for someone else's riches. There wasn't a moment I could be myself, who
ever that might be. I couldn't eat what I wanted, "Remember fat models
aren't in demand", Mrs. Meyer would remind me, when I'd pine for a big
fat juicy burger. No, just a small salad and a bit of fruit would be
perfect. "Amanda, what are you thinking, you could ruin your career,"
she would say if I had a band-aid covering the slightest scratch from
soccer. I know she means well, but I also realize that I'm her meal
ticket, but on the other hand I've made a lot of money for myself. I
wouldn't be able to go to Stanford if I hadn't earned that money.
My father might still be sitting in a chair at home because we wouldn't
have been able to afford the treatment he received after his accident.
The trade off, I had become a girl and would remain one for the rest of
my life. Don't get me wrong, this isn't a pity party, I love the person
I've become. If I didn't, I would have never wanted real curves and
started my puberty as a woman. It seems I'm never alone to do what I
want to do. I hardly see Cindy anymore even though we talk everyday on
the phone. Sofia is with me everywhere I go, even to our special tree in
the clearing. Weekends are reserved for modeling sessions as are several
midweek days every month. I can't just be me, and I don't even know who
me is anymore?
Amanda started as a part time job, be her, and then be Mark for the rest
of the time. I was Mark through and through while Amanda was the outside
person looking in. When I had to assume her personality full time it was
very difficult to bury Mark in a little corner of my life. I loved being
a boy and my father had taught me well. I love my father more than words
can say and when he forgot his son, I thought I would die, and perhaps I
did in a small way when I became Amanda full time. This isn't to say I
don't like being Amanda, I do, and I love being the girl I portray,
actually more than being a boy. I guess Cindy was right when she said I
was really a girl inside, but it seems I've had no say in where my life
is going ever since Cindy saw my mascara covered lashes. God I was only
twelve and how was I supposed to make decisions like the ones I made.
The Siren Song of money drew me to the flame as easily as a moth to
light.
It was the accident that I blame for the big shift in my life, and not
wanting to hurt my father by telling him he didn't have a daughter and
that he had a son. He was barely alive and a blow like that would kill
him, maybe even literally. How hard would it be to try living as a girl
all the time, I had wondered, and the trap was set. As time passed it
became too easy, I became Amanda, a real girl and it was no wonder that
I wanted to be just like the rest of the girls my age, curves and all.
What I didn't realize at the time was what those curve inducing hormones
would do to my brain. I had always been a nice boy, not aggressive, but
not one to back down from anyone either, I was that tough little Mark
James. Now, I don't feel so tough, maybe even a little needy, no,
threatened would be a better word, as though my world was spinning out
of control and I had no way to stop it.
I knew I didn't want to become Mark James again, as much as I missed
him, but I knew who Amanda Flowers had become was still a little bit of
a boy named Mark. I still had a little of that devil may care attitude I
had as a boy. It made Amanda Flowers who she was which made my fans love
me just that much more for being myself.
There was one other thing I wanted. I wanted a boyfriend. I know it
would be several months before I turned sixteen and would be able to
date, but I missed the special attention from a boy after Kurt left for
college. I wondered why boys hadn't asked me out, but perhaps they knew
the rule my mother had about not being able to date until I turned
sixteen. Another reason could be the constant presence of Sofia. Having
a bodyguard hanging around probably put a damper on any thoughts a boy
might have for what he'd like to do with me. We would have to work
something out. I don't know how much longer I can put up with a constant
companion.
The drive to school was uneventful and Sofia didn't see our kidnappers.
Having a Sherriff's escort will dampen most people's thoughts of trying
anything bad.
Things changed after school. The Sherriff couldn't escort us because of
an accident on highway 49 and there wasn't anyone available for us, as
being an escort is very low priority. I think maybe Bob was just trying
to impress Sofia, which worked by the way. The girl has it bad.
After practice Sofia was more than a little concerned walking to our
car.
"I have a bad feeling," she said, as we walked. Her head was constantly
turning from side to side looking for any threat.
"There's no one around," I replied.
"There shouldn't be, it's just I feel different today."
"Maybe you're just not over yesterday," Melisa said.
"Maybe, well let's hurry, I don't like being out in the open like this."
We slowly ran to the SUV and Sofia unlocked the doors with the remote
FOB on her keychain. We entered, Melisa in back, me riding shotgun, and
Sofia driving of course. She opened the glove compartment and opened the
gun safe, pulling her pistol from it and placing it on the seat between
us. Sofia lowered the windows to let the hot stale air from the car.
She started the engine, put the car in gear and headed toward the exit..
She stopped at the stop sign next to the gate and before we could
proceed a silver Nissan SUV blocked our path. The two guys from
yesterday jumped from the car, pistols drawn.
"Down," Sofia screamed, throwing the car in reverse and accelerated
backward, into the lot. Melisa and I threw ourselves onto the floor of
the car.
The two men ran after us and fired their pistols damaging the car but
nothing else. Sofia turned the steering wheel and applied the brakes
causing the car to turn ninety degrees before stopping. She grabbed her
pistol, aimed through the open window of the car and fired. Ken, the
leader went down, his pistol flying from his hand. The Asian guy stopped
realizing that my bodyguard had a gun and wasn't afraid to use it.
"Move and you're dead," Sofia yelled, pointing her pistol at the man's
head. Carl was staring down business end of a nine millimeter and after
seeing Ken fall to the pavement knew he would be next if he didn't do as
asked.
Carl lowered his pistol and placed it on the pavement in front of him.
"Kick the gun over here and lay down," Sofia ordered.
Carl did as asked, kicking his pistol under our SUV and lowered himself
to the pavement.
"Girls, call the police while I watch this idiot," Sofia said.
Sofia opened the car door and stepped from the car. Ken was bleeding
from his chest and moaning softly. Carl didn't move a muscle. Melisa and
I sat quietly in the car. Watching someone get shot turned an adventure
into real life and someone might die.
The police arrived a minute later and an ambulance was called. Luckily
for Ken, Sofia's bullet missed his heart but had punctured his lung,
passing through his body and lodging in the rented Nissan. Ken would
live but he wouldn't be getting out of the hospital soon, and when he
did there would be a jail cell waiting for him.
Carl decided he wanted to work out a deal and told the police everything
Marco had asked them to do. Marco was arrested in New York and would
stand trial with both Ken and Carl.
Marco was a weak man and it didn't take long for him to spill his guts
about Dan Fountain. Unfortunately for Dan, Marco's confession came a day
too late and he died a slow death at the hands of the loan shark who
gave him two weeks to pay back his loan. Two weeks and one day found Dan
missing his fingers and teeth, which lay next to his bruised and
battered body. The threat against Amanda was gone.
The threat gone meant that Sofia was no longer needed to protect me. Mom
and Dad decided to keep her on for two more months, just in case there
were anymore guys, Dan Fountain had hired, but there were none. Sofia
knew her time with me was coming to an end and Mom and Dad let her take
time off just to relax. It didn't take her long to start dating Bob
during her free time.
"How's Bob," I would tease.
"He's wonderful. I just hope you find someone as nice as him when you
start dating," she would reply.
"Maybe I would if my mom and dad would let me date," I complained.
"You're too young, maybe in a few years."
"More like a few months, I'll be sixteen in four months and then look
out boys."
"More like look out Amanda, girl, you have so much to learn."
"I had a boy friend before."
"Oh really, and what happened with that one?"
"He went off to college."
"And what did you do with him?"
"We kissed a couple of times."
"That's it? God you're going to be in such trouble when you finally meet
someone you really like. I think it's time for you and your mother to
have a long talk about boys and then I'll do the same or you're going to
have a broken heart."
"I will, thanks Sofia."
Mom and I had the talk a week later, but it went a little differently,
after all I'm still a boy where it matters and even if I had surgery to
change things, I still couldn't get pregnant. The talk was more about
feelings and knowing when to say no. I didn't think it would matter, but
it would when I finally went on a date.
"Mom, can I tell you something and not get mad at me?" I asked.
"I promise, sweetheart."
"Remember when I went out with Kurt?"
"Yes of course, why?"
"Well, I kissed him."
"I kind of figured you did, that's what teens do on a date."
"It didn't do anything for me, feelings wise. It was just a wonderful
kiss."
"Why are you telling me this now?"
"Because I also kissed after I started my hormones and it was a
different feeling and my body wanted so much more. Is that what you're
talking about, Mom?"
"That's exactly what I'm talking about, and when you start to date you
have to be even more careful that most girls. If your date doesn't know
about you, you could be killed. All I'm asking is that you be careful."
"I will be."
That was the first of many talks with Mom, and then with Sofia. She told
me about when she lost her virginity and I was in tears when she told me
the boy broke up with her after taking what he wanted from her. I was
just a na?ve, fifteen year old girl trying to find my way along a path
traveled by women older than me. I wondered if Mark would have had the
same concerns. I think maybe I would have, because my father had been
raising me to be the kind of man that cared for others.
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