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To everyone else, the bet where Harley would dress in a costume of their choosing, was a fun bonus to what already promised to be an unforgettable night for the local chapter of the Young Citizens Club. To Harley Smith, the bet and the teasing that accompanied it was a constant reminder that the changes to his body, changes that no doctor could explain, would soon be made public. Little did he know that the contest would be the least of his troubles. Supernatural forces have been conspiring against him since the day she was born. With the help of a caring sister, a new love from a realm Harley never realized existed and a family she did not know she was a part of. Harley learns how to thrive in the Shades Of A Goddess. This story takes place within my Goddess Realm and is complete Chapter One "Oh my God! I'm so wet! Give it to me right now!" My smirk seemed permanently etched on my face from the condition I had Tori in. Her petite thin frame, drenched from head to toe. Her light brown eyes narrowing as I held what she wanted just beyond her grasp, made me laugh. I knew I could be a complete jerk sometimes but it was fun. "Awe come on, how bad do you want it?" She wrapped her tiny hands around my upper arms and wailed, "You know I don't have long before I need to be at work so let me have it." While wrenching away from her grip, I laughed even harder. "If you want it so bad, you have to say please. I want to hear you beg like a good little girl." The shrieking noise coming from the kitchen caused both of us to jump and turn in that direction. "What in God's name is going on in here?" We quickly separated when Tori's girlfriend Missy stormed in the room carrying a frying pan. She pushed her dark blonde hair away from her attractive face as her expression became amused after her brown eyes rested on us. "Oh, it's just you two. I didn't know what she was up to out here." She waved the implement above her athletic five foot seven frame, "And I was gonna whoop some butt. What're you two going on about and Tori why are you wet?" "My stupid brother won't give me my umbrella," Tori whined. "It looked like it was about to rain and I thought it was in the car. I went to get it before the storm hit but as soon as I stepped outside the heavens opened up." She shoved my shoulder to emphasize her anger, "Jerkwad here had the nerve to block the door while waving it at me." Missy turned toward me with a stern look that had no effect because of the amusement in her eyes, "Give her the umbrella so she can get going. I swear, you live to torment her." As she tried to reach past me to get the object we were fighting over, I pulled my sister into a hug. "I love ya sis, you know that. If I didn't pick at ya, you'd swear I was mad. Besides if they have a wet shirt contest at work you're a shoe-in to win." She wiped the rain off her grimacing face with the bottom of my oversized dark blue tee shirt as she put her head on my chest, "Yeah smart butt, I guess you're right about that but now I have to go change." "You don't have to change sis." I replied with a light laugh. "I love ya just like you are." She returned my embrace. "I love you too even if you are a pain in the ass." Her look became troubled as she realized her hands could clasp behind my back. "Good God Harley! How much weight have you lost? I haven't been able to wrap my arms around like this since you were little." Not wanting to talk about it, I pulled away and turned to the woman I considered my sister-in-law. "I have a match tonight so I won't be able to cook." Missy smiled knowingly, "I figured as much but it's okay. I'm off tonight." I lifted my eyebrows at Tori knowingly. My sister nodded, giving me permission, before I placed an arm around Missy, "No offense, but you're off every night." "Love ya honey. He said it, not me." Tori said before she kissed her partner's cheek and took off for their bedroom at a full run knowing a punch would soon follow for both of us if she didn't. "You two are weird." Missy said as she watched Tori disappear behind the closing door. "That's why you love us." I replied. "Normal people are boring." "It's okay smart ass. You can laugh now but just wait." Missy said as I walked with her to the kitchen. "Do you have any idea how close we are to winning the bet?" Taking a seat at the small white dining table, I sighed thinking of the silly agreement I made with the civic club I was the membership director of. "Nope and don't tell me. Ignorance is bliss." Missy laughed as she returned the skillet to the stove, "I have to admit that I never thought we would have a chance." "I still can't believe you and Tori set me up like that." I replied bitterly while watching her wipe down the dark green Formica counters Dad installed years ago. At only twenty-three, I was the youngest membership director in the long and storied history of our local chapter of the Young Citizen Club, a civic club for people aged twenty-one to forty. The YC's, as they liked to be called, had fallen on hard times recently. With so many young people leaving our small town to find jobs, the pool of potential members had dwindled substantially. It was an ambush at the last meeting that forced me to agree to the bet set forth by my sister and her girlfriend. If the club signed up twenty new members by the deadline three days away, I would wear a costume of their choosing. I felt backed into a corner by everyone else eagerly egging me on. The fact my refusal would have cast me in a bad light ensured I couldn't refuse and they knew it. "We didn't set you up little brother," Tori said as she walked back into the kitchen while smoothing out the pink silk button up top she had to wear for her job as the manager of a lingerie shop in the local mall. "We simply presented an idea that everyone else seemed to like. I hope we win. It will be like old times. I bet you'll be as cute as when you were little, especially since you've lost so much weight." "I've gained some of it back!" I replied defensively. Granted it was not coming back in the same places it was before but at least I wasn't the stick figure I was when I initially lost so much. My eyes widened as the other part of her comment finally reached my brain. I shot an embarrassed glance at Missy before looking back at my sister. "You promised to never tell anyone about that. That was a long time ago and you could talk me into anything back then." Tori laughed. "Calm down Harley. I didn't tell just anyone. I told Missy." Missy walked over and placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "I'd never tell another soul. You can trust me." "I know that but still, it's not cool that she told in the first place." I replied. "I already have the cutest princess costume picked out for when we win." Tori teased as she pirouetted around me. My previous good mood was quickly replaced by a slight fear. "What do you mean when? Is it that close? There's no way!" Tori rolled her large brown eyes. "We are only two away and I have a couple of friends in reserve that will join if asked. They don't live here full time but are around often enough to count. Face it baby brother, you're going to lose." Missy laughed as she stretched her toned arm across my shoulders. "I think you are going to make a pretty woman. What is the feminine version of Harley anyway? Oh that's right, it's still Harley." Tori's singsong voice joined in her girlfriend's tormenting of me. "It could be Harlot. I already have a few frilly pink things set aside at work. Plus, one of the friends I have in reserve used to be a makeup artist in Hollywood. There's no doubt she'll be happy to help." She reached up to pat me on the head in a condescending manner. "Don't worry princess, we will take care of you." My body started to shake with rage as her words sunk in. "You sound like Dad. You can be such a fucking bitch sometimes." I stormed back to my bedroom where I retrieved a joint before rushing outside to find a peaceful place to think. "That was not the reaction I expected. Are you sure this is a good idea?" Missy said after Harley stormed out of the kitchen. Tori frowned as she walked over to hug her girlfriend. "I don't know anymore. I pushed it by using Daddy's words. Daddy could be so mean to him sometimes." A tear started to fall down her cheek. "Who am I kidding? Daddy was almost always mean to him. I'm hoping he's just in one of his moods. Harley's usually game for anything and can take a joke better than anyone I know. He might like to dish it out but he can take it too. " Missy pushed a few stray brown hairs away from her girlfriend's face before leaning down to kiss her gently on the lips. "If you say so. He's your brother so you know him better than anyone." The couple silently watched as Harley angrily marched through the room with a hand rolled cigarette cupped in his hand discretely. "No I don't. Nobody knows him anymore. He knows me but I haven't known him for a long time. If he has any down time lately, he stays drunk or high." Tori said after Harley slammed the back door of the house she inherited after their father passed away. "It's getting worse. It's not even nine a.m. and he's already starting. I'm really worried. He's lost a ton of weight. When I hugged him it was like hugging a skeleton. I don't know if he's still suffering the effects from the accident or what. Something is going on and I need to find out what it is so I can help. He's all the family I have." Thankfully it was just a spot shower. Ignoring the wet ground, I slumped down underneath the old tree in the far corner of the large back yard of the house my father kept after he and mom divorced. "Mr. O? Are you around?" I yelled out optimistically, even though I knew it was way too early. I looked in the limbs hoping to see the small owl that usually greeted me when I would come home at night. Sadly he was nowhere to be seen. I lit the joint after seeing no sign of my wildlife therapist. Without Mr. O to keep my mind occupied, it flooded with many unwanted memories from when I was young. Growing up I was never the most masculine child. Our mother used to say that someone had switched the minds of Tori and I. She often chided my sister for being a tomboy and me for being such a sis... That word haunts me so much I still can't say it. We have always been polar opposites. I have long bright red hair, pale skin and grey eyes whereas my sister has short brown hair, easily tanned skin and light brown eyes. I was always taller than the other kids my age but very skinny. Tori was always short at five foot three and I wouldn't say she was fat but she was definitely chunky. My sister worked hard to lose her weight where I worked hard to gain it. For a time we were both successful. Tori has maintained her weight loss, but after being struck by lightning the day after my twenty-first birthday, I have lost all the weight I gained and then some. Somehow I have also lost some of my height, dropping from almost six foot three to barely five foot ten. I reached out to play with a shadow that had formed after the clouds lifted and allowed the sun to fill the sky. Holding onto shadows like they had a physical presence was a trick my sister and I always have been able to do. This particular one I lifted from under a sapling that was starting to grow nearby. As I waved the shadow around like it was a switch similar to what my mother and stepfather used to whip me with. I remembered how her second husband claimed he saw evil in me as soon as we met. It became worse after the day he walked in while Tori and I were playing dress-up. From that moment on, he tried everything he could think of to toughen me up and I never wanted anywhere near feminine clothing since. He forced me to play every organized sport available and watched every practice. If one of the coaches told me to work on a particular area, he would push me past the point of exhaustion to make sure I improved. One time a coach said I needed to get better at pushups so my stepfather made me strip down to my underwear and do them in the living room. Each time I did not do it to his satisfaction he would lash out with a switch across my bare skin. Another time the coach complained that I flinched when the baseball came too close while I was batting so my stepfather made me stand outside while he threw balls at my body. Each time I showed any emotion, he added ten minutes to the time he spent doing it. He also made me attend his crazy church every time the doors opened. I was enrolled in awful spiritual based therapy sessions that seemed more about teaching hate than love. My stepfather's church advocated "beating the evil out of me" whenever I acted in a way that did not suit their teachings. It's sad to say that those were some of the nicer things Bennie did to me during my formative years. My stepfather was an evil man who did not reserve his malevolence for me alone. Many nights were spent awake in bed listening to him abuse my mother and just as many mornings were spent with her blaming me for it over breakfast. Even though I was a well mannered, straight A student whom the teachers raved about, it was never good enough. It also didn't matter that I always did whatever chores were asked of me without complaint. My mother never hesitated to let me know that my stepfather's actions toward her were a direct result of how I behaved. My weekends with my father were not much better. He usually sat in his recliner while ordering me to do all the house and yard work he had neglected to do during the week while letting Tori do whatever she wanted. Dad's tongue was razor sharp and he would use it to cut through me anytime I didn't do something to his satisfaction... which was most of the time. I was princess when I was not strong enough to do whatever he ordered and he threatened to dig out the frilly pink panties whenever I started to get upset about anything he said to me. The only thing that kept me going was one of Tori's friends. He used to offer words of encouragement and taught me some moves to help defend myself from bullies. He was a small guy with the same bright red hair I was cursed with. His kind support was still providing me hope and I loved him for that. It's sad that I could love someone and not even recall his name. "Do you want to talk?" I jumped slightly and looked up to see Tori standing above me with a look of pity in her eyes. "Nope. Don't you have to be at work?" She nodded and took the silhouette from my hand before returning it to the sapling, "I do but I can be late if you need me." I stood and thumped the ember off what was left of my joint before starting toward the house. "I'm good. I'm supposed to be at Randy's house in an hour to help him move. Have fun at work." Tori placed her hand on my shoulder to stop me. Her voice was gentle and laced with concern. "Don't try lying to me Harley Dakota Smith! You are as far from good as anyone I have ever known. Talk to me." I pulled away without breaking stride. "There's nothing to talk about. It just bothers me when you use Dad's insults. I'll see you in the morning." I couldn't burden her with my issues. She'd been through enough and was finally at a good place in her life. If I told her what was happening with me she would worry herself sick. The pain in her eyes when I paused to look back before walking inside filled me with regret. I had to stop over reacting to everything. It was my worst character flaw and probably the reason nobody really liked me. I attempted to smile after walking back out to embrace her. "I love you." After closing the door, I thought about how that even though I was seven years younger than my sister, we took turns protecting each other. She used to take me places so I could escape Bennie's wrath and I figured out early on that when I acted the way Bennie wanted, his attention shifted to Tori so I tried my best to keep him angry with me. She was finally able to escape from our version of hell after my efforts to protect her failed and Mom found out Bennie made inappropriate gestures toward her. The day Mom discovered what he tried to do, she let Tori move in with our father and immediately made sure she received the therapy she needed. Without my sister at home, a nightmarish existence turned into pure misery. Mom's job moved her to the nightshift which left me alone with the Devil most of the time since his job as the pastor of that crazy church allowed him to be around the house more than I would have liked. Not long after I turned thirteen, Mom kicked me out of her home because I started showing signs of independence. It wasn't fair, between the ages of four and thirteen, my stepfather spent every available moment teaching me to start acting like a man and as soon as I did, I had to go. By that time, the damage had been done. Bennie accomplished his mission because I hated everything about myself. I hated the feminine feelings I fought to suppress with every fiber of my being and I could not stand the man I was trying to become. In an effort to hide from my feelings and prove myself worthy, I did everything I could to be liked and not be a burden to anyone. Daddy didn't want me but thankfully Granny took me in, even though she couldn't really afford the extra mouth she had to feed. To keep from being a burden on her, I started doing odd jobs for neighbors and eventually was able to get a paper route. No job was too big or too small. I was thankful for anything I received. I discovered at her funeral that she only agreed when she found out that the state would pay her to take care of me. It was not until high school that I was finally able to reinvent myself. No longer was I the little sis... uhg. No longer was I the little helpless nerd that everyone loved to torment. I started keeping my grades high enough to keep Granny off my back but low enough to keep me out of the honors classes. Nobody ever expected me to amount to anything so Granny was ecstatic with the grades I showed her. Life became much easier when everyone stopped taking turns trying to knock me out when the teachers weren't looking. Sadly, the four people who succeeded still reminded me of their accomplishment whenever they saw me. Thanks to a growth spurt between eighth and ninth grade, I was well over six foot tall. Also due to the time spent working out in my makeshift gym in Granny's old shed, I was rather well built the first time I walked through the doors of the high school. I ditched the short, side part hair style I had my entire life and started to allow my bright red hair to grow out just to show Mom and Bennie they didn't control me anymore. By the time all was said and done, it turned out I was not a bad looking guy. Even after all my work to change, memories of my childhood as well as the feelings that I was in the wrong body were still overwhelming at times. I learned to stifle my memories by staying busy. In addition to my class work, I became active in a few school groups and worked two jobs. On the rare occasions that forbidden feelings still got through, I would take care of them with the help of alcohol or pot. I learned to mask my pain with humor and quickly became a master of self-deprecation. People found it difficult to tease me about something after I already made a joke of it myself. My planned worked beyond my wildest dreams. Looking far older than my fourteen years, I attracted the interest of a few senior girls. Much to Tori's dismay, I was regular at a few of the same parties she attended. I thought she was going to lose her mind the first time she walked in to find her little brother with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other with a girl in his lap. I wanted to reconnect then but she was in the midst of a full on self- destructive cycle. After a rather explosive argument that night, we came to an agreement. She would not tell people how I used to act if I didn't tell anyone we were related. I chuckled at the thought of being surprised by my sister trying to humiliate me with the bet. She went through a phase where she refused to acknowledge we shared any of the same DNA. We also lost touch for a few years after she officially came out and everyone disowned her. I attempted many times to reach out to her but she rebuked my overtures until Dad's funeral where I was the only family to offer her any support. She asked me to move in after Granny died. Mom and her brothers sold my grandmother's house as soon as she passed so I had nowhere else to go. I jumped at her offer because I always loved my sister and wanted her to feel the same about me. It had been my hope that by living together we could become a real family... Maybe that was just wishful thinking. Was I really such a bad person that even someone I loved more than anything wanted me to suffer? I laughed that I would even question that. The obvious answer was yes. I pulled up in front of my boss's large two story yellow sided home and started removing the bed cover from my cherry red, extended cab, lifted, four wheel drive Chevy. The bad thing about owning a truck was that whenever friends needing help moving I was the first person they called. "Ow! What the hell?" I yelled out to no one in particular as it felt like a bumblebee flew down my shirt and stung me on the left side of my chest. As I rubbed the sting, a car carrier next door caught my attention. On it was a fully customized purple VW bug convertible and an old fully restored silver VW. I wasn't sure of the make but it was really cool looking. "What is wrong with you?" Randy asked as he stepped off his large wraparound porch wearing jeans and an old tee. "Something stung me. No big deal." It was odd not seeing my boss in his usual suit and tie. "Thanks for helping out," he said as he tried to flex his muscles. "You ready for a workout?" Randy Harris wasn't a small man, standing almost six foot tall but he wasn't exactly big. I'd say he was average build if I were being generous. He was a good man who gave me my job at the paper five years ago. He had a habit of letting off color remarks slip from time to time whenever not many people were around, but I never gave it much thought. That was just Randy being Randy. "Are you?" I laughed. "I guess we need to hurry up. Looks like the new owners are waiting to move in." "Those aren't for here." He didn't try to hide the disgust in his voice as he continued. "We haven't sold the house yet but we wanted to get out. The neighborhood isn't what it used to be." "What do you mean?" I asked. "You only have a couple of neighbors." He tilted his head toward the cars. "Let's just say some of them aren't the type I want my daughters around." I nodded even though I had no clue what he was trying to imply. "What kind is that silver car?" "The silver one is a Karman Ghia. I think those belong to Mrs. Davenport's granddaughter since she already has one like it in her garage. She's gone with her to California to help pack everything up. Cali's moving in with her. The sweet old lady is so excited about it but I don't know why." My brows rose in recognition. I only knew of one Cali and if it was who I thought then his desire to move made sense. "Cali Dawson?" Randy nodded. "Yeah, she's a weird one. Fine as hell, but weird." "Oh I know," I quickly agreed with his assessment. "She's a little bitch." A gorgeous tall brunette started walking from the house to greet the truck driver. My heart jumped in my throat the second I saw her. She was beyond any woman I had ever seen before. Her tight black tank and tight shorts showed off the most amazingly tanned body I'd ever seen. She was scratching an itch on her breast which from my angle looked like she was fondling herself. My tongue was probably dragging the ground as I asked Randy, "Who is that?" My boss laughed. "Down boy, she's married." "Just my luck," I replied. "Still, maybe I should go over and introduce myself." His voice took on an edge of revulsion. "Trust me; you'd be wasting your time. You definitely are not her type. It's such a fucking waste." "No woman in her right mind would ever want a little sissy like you." My stepfather's voice echoed in my mind. I looked down at my overly thin body and nodded. There was no way a woman like that could be interested in me. "You're right. Let's get started." I glanced back in her direction one more time and was met by a pair of mesmerizing lavender eyes. The look on her face was one of confusion. Not surprising since most people gave me that look these days. She smiled and politely waved when she realized I caught her looking. I waved back before turning away and walking toward Randy's house. The rest of the day I kept trying to catch a peek of the woman who was dominating my thoughts every time we were outside. Luckily, more than once she was in the yard looking back at me. Curiosity was killing me. I wanted to know who the statuesque beauty was. Once the trucks were loaded, I started across the yard to introduce myself but Randy stopped me. "Let it go man. She's not worth your time." I shrugged him off and started across the street again until I saw her backing out of the garage in a seemingly brand new blue convertible sports car. With a sigh, I climbed in my truck to wait for Randy so I could follow him. The gorgeous woman cast one last glance in my direction before waving and pulling away quickly. I could not help but think my future was driving off without me. Chapter Two "What's this I hear about a bet?" Hulking Henry said to me immediately after I walked in the dingy dressing room of the old building used to host the local wrestling matches. Startled that a big time wrestler had heard about something so embarrassing, I cringed slightly before looking at the tall, muscle- bound bearded man. "I don't know what you're talking about." I had the upmost respect for Henry. He was one of the toughest and shrewdest men I had ever known. Not long after meeting him, I discovered that if he liked you, he was also one of the most kind. I think it was because he was an old friend of Tori's that he took me under his wing. Even though he was only ten years older that myself, in many ways he was a father figure. I learned more about life from Henry than I had from my own father before he died. His booming laughter filled the large room as he slapped me on the back. "Kid you are going to have to learn to lie better than that if you hope to survive in this business." I rotated my shoulders hoping they were still in their sockets. Henry was one of the strongest men I'd ever known. Sometimes I questioned if he realized how strong he really was. "Fine. If the club signs up twenty members by Monday's meeting then I have to dress as a woman for the costume party." I recognized the look on Henry's face. He had another one of his gimmick matches in mind. "Why? What are you planning?" He waved Chris, the other manager, over before reaching for something out of his gym bag. "I want you two to manage a loser wears a dress match." I groaned as I watched him retrieve a hideous floral dress from his bag. If my childhood taught me anything, it was that losers wore dresses. This was something I wanted no part of but at the same time I knew that if I wanted to work tonight I had to go along with it. Henry, as the man who did the booking, had the final say. Chris, an older guy not much smaller than myself with thinning dark brown hair, who had far more experience and a greater say in his angles, shrugged like it was no big deal. "It doesn't matter to me since Hayseed is going to be the one wearing it." "Why does my guy have to lose?" I asked defensively even though I knew that the fans did not want to see the baby face, or good guy, do anything embarrassing. As the heel, or bad guy, the fans hated me as well as anyone I managed. They lived for the moments anything bad or embarrassing happened to me. Ignoring my question, Henry looked at me and laughed. "I want you put up a fight. Tell Chris that you aren't going to put it on voluntarily. Make his guys force you to wear it." "Hold on." I said in a slight panic. "I never said I agreed to do this." "After you are in the dress make sure you run around the ring a time or two so everyone in the crowd can get a good look at you." Henry continued as if I had not said anything. Resigned to my fate, I sat on the edge of the old tattered brown couch that was probably salvaged from the side of a road somewhere. "Yeah, fight it with every fiber of my being. I can do that." I replied with an eye roll. "I knew you could." Henry said before he went on to tell us how he wanted us to communicate the finishes for the match to the guys we were going to manage. After he made sure we knew what we needed to know, I reached in the front pocket of the baggy overalls I wore as part of my costume to retrieve my cigarettes. "I'll be back in a few." I quickly made my way out the side door for a smoke and to gather my thoughts. Another way I tried proving myself was by being a pro wrestling manager. Two or three nights a week I could forget about being Harley Smith, loser. Instead I was Hayseed, a comical cross between a hipster and a country bumpkin. Being Hayseed was a lot of fun and allowed me an outlet for my anger as well as my smart ass mouth. Henry told me I had the skills to make it as a wrestler but I did not have the weight. Although I had lost some height, at five foot ten, I was still tall enough. The problem was, at only one hundred twenty pounds I was entirely too thin to be convincing. I used to fit my frame much better but after that damned lightning strike, my body had gone through some weird changes. I tried everything to regain the eighty pounds I lost, even going on a strong regimen of steroids. Sadly, all they had done so far was make me much stronger than I appeared and prone to bouts of rage. It was eventually decided I would become a manager because I had a way of using my mouth to get under the fans skin and my skills in the ring made whoever I worked with look better than they were. I had no problem making a fool of myself but having to wear a dress in front of a group of people who already hated me was asking too much. I wanted to put up more of a fight when I was asked to do it but I knew if I protested too much they would have wondered why. A woman walking down the sidewalk caught my eye causing me to momentarily forget my troubles. It was her. The woman I saw at Randy's. Damn, tight jeans and heels did things to her butt that should be illegal. If I had trouble getting her out of my mind before, it would be impossible now. Normally I would walk up to her with confidence and start a conversation. The two large men accompanying her as well as the little red haired girl would not have caused a second hesitation. If it was anyone else, I would wait for an opportune time, when she was alone, to make my move but there was no doubt whatsoever that the perfection I saw deserved better than someone like me. She turned in my direction looking as if something caught her eye. I remained glued to the side of the building, admiring her beauty from the shadows. As was the case with anytime I stood in a shadow wanting to hide, I was unnoticed. With a resigned sigh, I flipped my smoke into the old coffee can after she walked out of view before sulking back in to get my night over with. "I heard what we get to do to you tonight. I can't wait to see you looking like a sis..." Bruiser said as I walked through the locker room. My anger spiked and I spun around quickly to glare down at him. "Watch your mouth asshole." Bruiser used to be called Donnie when we went to school together. He was one of my biggest tormentors in middle school. His ego was never small but it had grown even larger after he became a fan favorite. He outweighed me by thirty pounds but I was a couple of inches taller. He still had it in his mind that I was the same weakling he knew from school so he showed no fear while taunting me. "Or what? What are you going to do?" Knowing that a fight in the back would get me fired, I turned back in the direction I was going. "You don't want to find out." I walked away with the sounds of him and his friends laughing. Henry rolled his eyes at the group as I passed him. "Don't let the jerk get to you." "I'm trying." I replied bitterly. He slapped his large hand on my shoulder. "Bruiser comes from a long line of assholes and ever since his cousin got sent off he has been trying to claim his throne as the chief." My eyes narrowed as I looked at the group again. "Maybe I could get Cali Dawson to loan me her tire iron if she didn't hate me so much. I'd love to see him get Chunked." Henry laughed loudly as he obviously remembered how Bruiser's cousin Chunk was castrated during a fight with my sister's high school girlfriend. "That's an idea. Maybe Tori can give her a call to find out the next time she'll be in town." His expression turned serious, "I recognize the look you are wearing kid. Don't do anything stupid in front of the crowd. You have to remember that we are just acting out there and the fans are paying their hard earned money to see our performance. Don't take your personal issues to the ring." I nodded as I turned to walk away. "Thanks, I'll try to remember that." Normally I could swallow my feelings but my anger had reached a critical level. I knew Henry was right and I needed to calm down. Usually when I got like this I would fire up a joint, but I knew better than to walk by Bruiser again. Instead I silently fumed while waiting for the match to start. "Who pissed in your Cheerios dude?" My friend Roger asked as he sat down next to me. I became immersed in the wrestling world as the result of a joke I made with him at work. Roger used to be one of the paper carriers and always talked about how he was going to be a wrestler one day. I always teased him about it in a friendly manner and lightheartedly told him that the day he started training I would too. Never being one to go against my word, the day he started training, so did I. "Nobody." He shoved my shoulder. "Don't bullshit me. I don't think I've ever seen you this mad. Your eyes are crazy, almost scary. They are turning almost black, and if I didn't know better I would swear your hair is about to catch fire." I heard the bell ring indicating the end of the match and straightened my tie before I started to stand while retrieving a pair of taped up black rimmed glasses from the front pocket of my oversized overalls. "It doesn't matter. Let's get this over with so I can go get drunk." I put on my houndstooth fedora, grabbed my wooden cane and didn't even wait for the announcer to call Roger's or my name before shoving him out toward the crowd. It had been announced earlier that the losing manager would have to wear a dress so the crowd was taking delight in telling me how much they looked forward to Roger losing. All the insults hurled in my direction fueled the flame of my rage. Normally I laughed them off and responded with a tame comeback that would rile them up without being offensive. This was a small town and I had to see these people on a regular basis outside of the ring. It was usually amusing how the same people who were hurling insults tonight would be the first to shake my hand tomorrow. The crowd seemed to be taking extra enjoyment in what they knew would end up happening to me. It could have been my imagination but it felt like every word said to me was accompanied with a small blade that nicked away at my armor. The comments I made in return were far more precise and the edges had been sharpened to perfection. "You skinny four-eyed little bitch. I already thought you were girl so I figured you'd want to wear a dress." A woman said as I walked to the corner of the ring. I looked for the source and saw a woman so large her butt spread across two metal folding chairs. "Hell bitch it takes four eyes to see all of you!" "You can't talk to my wife like that you fucking fairy." Her extremely skinny husband said as he leapt to his wife's defense. I laughed as he took a tumble across the floor while trying to make his way to the railing and held up my hands defensively. "Quick! Can somebody buy him a Snickers? I know his blood sugar is low." I pointed to his wife. "She takes all his food." The two red haired men who helped the husband from the floor were laughing so hard they dropped him and he fell again. I recognized them immediately; they were well known hell raisers around town and good friends with Henry. I pointed my cane at the Dawson brothers and adopted my best British accent. "Five points each from Gryffindor for being insufferable klutzes. Show more care next time Weaseleys." They started laughing even harder as a young guy who was obviously trying to impress his girlfriend suddenly leaned over the boundary. "I usually don't hit girls but I might make an exception for you." I looked at the attractive blonde under his arm and winked before facing him again. "Wow, I can tell who got all the good looks in your family. Dude your sister is hot. Since you're not hitting that, mind if I give her go?" Security stepped in as he started to climb the rail between the crowd and me. "I'll kick your faggot ass!" I backed away quickly with a puzzled expression. "You'll lick my what?" I then turned back toward his girlfriend prepared to make a lewd comment when the tall brunette I noticed outside caught my eye. Her golden skin almost glowed and her lavender eyes grabbed my soul as she stared at me with the same desire I'm sure she saw from my expression. Roger pulled me back right before the young guy's fist almost made contact with my face. "Snap out of it dude." After being pulled back to reality, I jerked away from his firm grip and stomped to the announcer's table to grab the mike. "I know all of you ignorant rednecks are hoping to see me embarrassed tonight but I have to tell all of you something. Even if, by some miracle, my man loses, which he won't, it will never equal the shame each of you experience every single day from just being you." I dramatically looked over the increasingly hostile crowd. "My God, does anybody here actually look in a mirror before you leave your trailers? Have some self-respect people. Combs and toothbrushes are not that expensive and relatively easy to use." "What the hell is wrong with you? Are you trying to cause a riot?" Roger said as he leaned into my side so nobody else could hear. "I'd like to be able to walk out of here tonight without someone trying to kill me." Ignoring my friend I started speaking again. "While I'm on the subject, soap and deodorant are wonderful innovations for civilized society. For goodness sake people, it IS Saturday after all. I would think ya'll would have bathed today. My nose hairs are starting to burn from the stench coming off this crowd." "Fuck man." Roger said worriedly. "They're going to be waiting next to your truck with baseball bats." I turned and pushed him toward the ring. "Don't worry about me, just get this over with." I angrily stalked the floor outside the ring while the match progressed. The taunting I received from Bruiser as well as from the crowd built my anxiety, which in turn fueled my rage. After Roger lost the match, I put up the required fight. A few wrestlers came from the back to help catch me. The crowd laughed as everyone chased me around the ring before I let them catch me. As they lifted my struggling body off the ground to carry me back to the center of the ring, Bruiser sucker punched me in the ribs. "What the fuck Bruiser? Not cool man." Henry said as he glared at him. "Relax Hayseed. Let's just get this over with." I allowed them to slip the dress over my head and the plan had been for them to allow me to escape the ring and run around so everyone could get a good look at me before fleeing to the back. Instead one of the guys came forward with a tube of lipstick in his hand. As I tried to break away Bruiser punched me again. "You are going to be a good little bitch and let us do whatever we want." Henry grabbed him by the neck. "I already warned you about that once. There won't be a next time." "Fuck off Henry the sissy has it coming." Bruiser replied as he tried to push Henry away and moved toward me. Before Henry could reply, I shrugged off the two guys holding me and cocked my fist back, unloading years of repressed anger as soon as Bruiser was within reach. "I told you not to call me that you son of a bitch!" As he staggered back I seized the opportunity to make him regret ever calling me that name. Next thing I knew, I was in the dressing room with a lot of the guys standing around me. I could not understand why they had fear in their eyes while telling me to snap out of it. I blinked a few times as my senses started returning. "Snap out of what?" Henry frowned as he motioned for everyone to back up. "You lost it Harley. Let's step outside so we can talk in private." I looked down to see I was still in the ugly dress. My eyes searched across the room and as soon as I saw Bruiser, my rage returned. I moved past Henry in a flash with the intent of finishing what I started. Bruiser grabbed his bag and didn't even get a single step toward the side door before I knocked him to the floor. "Who's the fucking sissy now asshole?" I reared back to punch him again when Henry grabbed me in an arm bar. "I think he learned his lesson. We are going to talk whether you like it or not. Are you going to come willingly or am I going to have to drag you?" The moment Henry touched me I felt a surge in my strength. I flipped the extremely large man over my shoulder and started punching Bruiser again. Soon I had five of the biggest guys trying to hold me down. After they could not get me to stop my assault, six more joined in. I tried to get away but after a moment I knew it was a futile effort. "Fine, I'll go." "What sorts of demons do you have in you?" Henry asked once we were away from everyone else. I quickly removed the dress as if it were on fire and would burn me if I kept it on another second. "What in the hell are you talking about?" Henry shook his head. "Don't play dumb kid. I watched you lose it. I weigh three hundred pounds and you tossed me like I was nothing. Only someone with some serious shit going on has that kind of anger in them." I searched my mind trying to figure out exactly what I did to make him say that but I was coming up blank. It couldn't have been as bad as he was making it out to be. "You were just in the right position for me to use your weight against you. You taught me that!" I replied as I balled up the dress and threw it as far as I could. "So I fought Bruiser... why does that make me have a demon? The bastard has been begging for someone to kick his ass for years." Henry's posture straightened as he shook his head again. "You didn't just fight Bruiser. You beat the crap out him as well as anyone who tried to separate you two. You beat up every guy who tried to interfere. The only reason you didn't get me in the ring is that I recognized the look in your eyes and knew better than to get close until you calmed down. Hell kid, even after you calmed a little you still got me." I laughed while I pulled my ponytail from where I hid it under my shirt. I knew he was pulling a joke on me. There was no way I could have done what he said. "Yeah right. That's a good one. I need to get going. There's a cold beer waiting on me down at Monday's." Henry moved to block my way back inside. "I'm not joking Harley. You're the skinniest guy in the building. Can you imagine how it looked to the crowd when you took down everyone? They damned near rioted. The owner of the building is furious." He ran his hands through his hair in frustration. "I'm worried about you kid. I want to help but I can't if you won't let me." Knowing better than to share my problems with anyone, much less a macho man like Henry, I felt my pockets and realized I had my keys and wallet. Everything left inside wouldn't be missed. "Thanks for your concern but I'm fine. I'm sorry and you don't have to fire me. I quit." "Don't do that. I never said anything about firing you." I turned toward the back parking lot where my truck was parked when Henry reached out to grab me. "I'm not done talking. I'm trying to help you kid." I dodged out of his grasp. "Well, I'm done listening. Fuck this shit. I'm doing this for fun but you know what? I didn't have fun tonight." I paused to catch my breath and hold back tears that wanted to escape. "I'm sorry I lost my temper. Thanks for trying but trust me; I'm not worth the effort. You've always been good to me and I've always appreciated it. I'll see you around." I turned the corner cursing my situation and almost slammed into the gorgeous brunette. Great, now she probably thinks I'm some kind of psycho in addition to seeing me be humiliated. "Are you okay?" She asked with a beautiful European accent. I shrugged and sidestepped her while I flushed with embarrassment. "I'm fine thanks. Sorry for almost running into you and ruining everything in there tonight." She laughed and when she did my problems seemed to melt away. "You did not ruin anything. That was most enjoyable. Your insults to the crowd were quite amusing and rather spot on. When the others attacked, you handled yourself better than anyone would have expected." She paused as a confused expression crossed her perfect face. "Your moves seemed almost otherworldly." I attempted a shy smile. I did not feel worthy of her attention. She reached up and removed my hat before taking off my glasses and pulling the band holding my ponytail from my hair. "You have amazing eyes. I have only ever seen that shade of grey once before." The breathtaking beauty said while fluffing my hair so it fell around my face. Her touch was electric and fired up desires stronger than anything I ever experienced before. It felt like I needed her to breath. "They pale in comparison to yours." I replied softly as I looked up to realize that with her heels, she was at least six inches taller than myself. To me, women had been nothing more than a pleasant distraction. I always possessed a take it or leave it frame of mind when it came to attraction. It is hard to explain. I have always adored women but I'd never wanted anything from any woman I'd ever met other than something to distract me from my everyday life. My feelings were different when it came to the perfect creation standing before me. There was something about her that called to my heart. If there was such a thing as love at first sight, I was experiencing it. Of course I wanted to know her in the physical sense but I desired to know her hopes and dreams more. I wanted to spend the rest of my life making sure her dreams came true. For the first time I my life I was standing before a woman that made me want to be better than I was... to be the best version of me possible. "What realm are you from?" She asked as she took my hand in hers. "I have never felt such an attraction before. Not even when under another's spell." My brows creased as I pondered her confusing question. "I'm from here if that's what you are asking but I feel an attraction too. Someone would have to blind not to be attracted to you." Her slender fingers wrapped in my hair as she pulled my lips to meet hers. The second her tongue found mine I knew I would never be the same. "What are you doing?" A surprised little voice said, interrupting our moment. I turned toward the source to see a small red haired girl. "Daddy and Uncle Jeb are ready to go." My heart sunk as I remembered that Randy told me the beauty before me was married. He apparently failed to mention that she had a daughter. The woman's eyes never left mine as she replied, "Kaley, tell them I have another way home." The little girl studied me for a minute before she grinned. "Oh snap! You're Hayseed! You really kicked some ass in there. I'd watch out if I were you though. You insulted my Daddy; nobody talks to him that way and lives to talk about it. Hulking Henry and my Daddy and my uncle are all best friends and the three of them will get ya good." "Kaley stop being mean." The exotic beauty said while gently running her hand up and down my arm. "You know as well as I do that your father and Jeb thought it was funny." Fear overwhelmed me as the realization that not only had I insulted the Dawson brothers, but I was caught kissing one of their wives. "Um, I got to go." I said nervously. "It was nice to meet you both." I ran as fast as I could to my truck before anything else could happen to make a horrible night even worse. Henry was about to walk back inside. He shook his head thinking about the crowd that always gathered around the back doors trying to get pictures or autographs and how they made a wide berth for one of the nicest people he had ever known. He laughed as Thomas's little girl and either Cali's wife Dani or her sister Polina walked by him having a heated discussion. "I cannot believe you told her your father and uncle were mad." The beautiful brunette scolded. The adorable girl shrugged her shoulders and grinned mischievously. "I thought it was funny. Did you see how fast she ran when I said Henry was my friend? I've never seen anyone move like that." "What are you up to Little Bit?" Henry said as they reached his side. "Causing trouble as usual?" Henry stood a little taller and tried to ooze charm in the hopes that it was Polina he was talking to. Dani was a lost cause since she was a lesbian and very married but if the woman was her identical twin sister, he stood a chance. Especially if his nephew had done what Henry asked him to. The little girl shook her head. "Not me Henry. Aunt Polina just thinks I am." Polina rolled her eyes. "Would you expect anything less from her? She told Hayseed that you and the guys are gunning for her because she insulted them ringside." Henry shook his head and lifted Kaley in his arms. "I swear you are every bit the troublemaker your Aunt Cali used to be." The little girl's green eyes lit up. "Am I really?" Henry laughed again. "I didn't mean that as a compliment." Kaley's father Thomas walked up grinning. "Cali can do no wrong in her eyes so any comparison is a compliment. What's she done now?" Polina told Thomas and Jeb what Kaley had done. Both men laughed before Thomas scolded the little girl about her language but his reprimand lost its effectiveness because everyone except Polina clearly enjoyed what the little girl said. "Who is he anyway?" Jeb asked. "He has the Dawson fight in him for sure." "Not to mention the hair." Thomas added knowingly. Henry nodded. "Yeah, I've thought that a couple of times myself. You should have seen him before he lost so much weight. He used to look just like ya'll. He's Tori Smith's kid brother Harley. He's a good kid and a hard worker. Hayseed's usually as laid back as they come but Bruiser pushed him too hard tonight. They've had bad blood between them since grade school from what I've heard. That boy's temper is as bad as Cali's." Thomas cut his eyes toward Jeb. "Do you think he's the one?" "The one what?" Kaley asked her father. "Don't worry about it baby." Thomas replied. Jeb laughed. "I wouldn't be surprised. He went through those guys like they were nothing. Hell even I'd think twice before crossing him." Henry moved closer to Polina. They both turned to each other to speak at the same time. Polina paused. "I apologize. You were about to say something?" Henry shook his head. "You go first." Polina smiled. "No, that is not necessary. You were saying?" Henry looked like a love-struck teenager as he placed his hands in his pockets and kicked at a small rock. "How long are you in town? Maybe we can grab something to eat sometime?" Polina appeared embarrassed. "Oh. Um. I am not sure yet. It depends on when Dani, Cali and Mrs. Davenport return from California. I am house sitting for them and plan to return home upon their arrival." Henry nodded knowingly as he reached for a business card with his contact information on it. "Please give me a call when you know." Polina accepted the card before he remembered she was going to say something before he interrupted her. "I didn't give you the chance to say whatever is was you wanted to say. Please go ahead." Polina shook her head. "I do not think I should. Forget I was going to ask anything." Henry smiled. "No Ma'am. What were you going to ask?" Polina released a nervous sigh. "I was wondering what you could tell me about Harley. Where could I find her?" Thomas made a whistling noise before sounding like a machine gun firing before Jeb joined in. "Oh, shot down in flames." Henry laughed as he punched both of his friend's shoulders while Polina flushed with embarrassment. He was not surprised that such beautiful woman timidly asked about the scrawny kid. He knew his ego should have taken a hit but he had been amazed for a long time how almost every woman fawned over Hayseed. "Harley is a guy but don't feel bad, most people make that mistake when they first see him. He lives with his sister and her girlfriend over on Dow Drive at their father's old place. I'm sure Jeb or Thomas can tell you where it's at." The brothers nodded as Henry pointed to a large building directly behind where they stood. "He works at the paper during the week and usually hangs out at the bar O.S.I. Monday's after work. He mentioned that he's headed there now to get his drink on." Polina smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Thank you." Thomas explained it was time for him to get Kaley home so everyone said their goodbyes and Henry allowed his thoughts to drift back to the kid he thought so much of. He always liked Hayseed and tried to help him whenever he could. Sure, he was kind of weird but the weirdness only added to his personality. He was always full of surprises. He had lost probably close to half his weight in the last year or two. As a result, most people were like Polina. They thought he was a girl at first glance. People then assumed he was gay after realizing he was a guy because of his soft voice and strange gait. Henry laughed to himself as he thought again about Polina's interest. Hayseed always attracted the prettiest women. He had proven many times over he wasn't gay by bedding almost every available woman in town as well as a few of the unavailable ones. Nobody could understand how the girly kid with big eyes was able to talk his way into almost any woman's bed. Henry guessed it was his laid back manner. Hayseed was not afraid to approach the prettiest woman in the room to start a conversation. He always had the best jokes and funniest comebacks. He also never met a stranger and treated everyone the same. It did not matter if they were the town mayor or the town drunk, the kid treated everyone equally. The kid was also a hard worker. Henry remembered how he used to work his tail off around town for all the old people. He had been told by others about Hayseed helping out wherever he could and gratefully accepting whatever they wanted to pay, even if it was only lunch. He had to give Hayseed credit. The kid was fearless and willing to do anything asked of him in the ring with a smile. Henry grinned as he remembered giving him the name Hayseed. The role he played in the ring was someone who appeared to be a sophisticated country bumpkin so his opponents would constantly underestimate him. Harley embraced the idea wholeheartedly and thrived under the persona. Henry could not help but wonder if it was more than an act. Henry assumed from being friends with his sister that Hayseed had it as rough growing up as she did. It was not until he had a front row seat to his outburst that he had an inkling of how much worse it probably was. He briefly wondered if there could be an otherworldly cause for Harley's actions but quickly dismissed it since he'd known the kid's family for years. He reached into his back pocket to retrieve his phone before dialing a number. "Hey Tori, this is Henry. Are you busy? We need to talk about Harley..." Chapter Three Given my mood, I decided hanging out with a group of friends that would spend the entire night reminding me of the bet was a bad idea. Instead I stopped by the liquor store and bought two large bottles of tequila before going home. Another side effect of my weird changes was that my tolerance for alcohol had increased substantially. I'd have to finish the first bottle before I felt the slightest buzz and finish the second to become properly intoxicated. I sighed as I saw both Tori's and Missy's cars in the driveway. I hoped they would be out partying since it was Saturday night but after the way my day had gone, I should have known better. I took a deep breath to bury all my feelings before getting out of my truck. Once again I looked for my owl friend because I really needed to talk but once again he was nowhere to be seen. With a sigh I walked in the back door. I paused at the door to see my sister and her girlfriend leaning into each other on the black leather sofa. They looked like they should be out somewhere from the way they were dressed. They also had done their hair and makeup for a night on the town, not for a quiet night in. The one thing that worried me was the old stuffed pink bear Tori cradled in her arms. I prepared for the worst because that stupid bear had always been her comfort when things were at their worst. The poor bear was coming apart at the seams, but anytime I mentioned her getting rid of it you would have thought I asked her to kill a relative. "At one time you loved the care bear as much as I do!" She would say anytime I mentioned it. I would always laugh because the thing wasn't even a real care bear. It looked like something you would win at a cheap carnival. "I figured ya'll would be out somewhere." I said as I walked through the living room. I increased my stride as soon as I saw my sister's face. She had that 'we need to talk' look and all I wanted to do was get drunk and go to sleep. "We're about to watch a movie. Care to join us?" Missy said as she motioned toward the matching leather chair. I shook my head. "It's okay. I've been told enough times about how having her little brother around cramps Tori's style. I'm going to turn in early. See ya'll tomorrow." Tori huffed as she got up from the couch. "That was a long time ago Harley. You know I don't feel that way anymore. Besides, we need to talk." Called it. I exhaled loudly before heading back toward my bedroom. "No we don't. It's been a long day and I'm tired. Goodnight." Tori launched herself at me and wrapped her arms tightly around my waist. "Henry called a few minutes ago. There are a lot of people who are worried about you. I'm worried about you little brother. Why won't you talk to me?" I peeled her arms away from me. "Nobody gives a shit about me. How can you even say that? I've had a bad day and I'm not in good mood. Leave me alone so I can go to bed." She moved to block the door. "No. I'm not letting you go anywhere until you tell me what is going on with you. Are you sick? Is it something else? You can tell me whatever it is. You know I love you unconditionally." My eyes narrowed as I turned toward the back door before she jumped in front of me again. Feeling like a caged animal, I lashed out verbally. Years and years of buried hurts came boiling to the surface. "Unconditionally my ass! Who was it that did not want me around? Who let her girlfriend make my life hell when nobody was looking? Who left me alone with our mother? You could have stayed in touch with me. I worshipped the ground you walked on and you left without saying goodbye. The only reason you even admitted we were kin was because Dad died and I was all you had left." I watched as tears started to form in my sister's eyes before she started yelling. "I'm sorry but I couldn't help moving out. You have no idea what I went through with Bennie. I had to break off all contact. I was screwed up for a long time." I slammed my fist into my chest as my tears flowed freely. "You could have stayed in contact with me. You left me without saying goodbye! The only person who ever made me feel loved left without saying why. I never did anything but love you completely and just like everyone else, you cast me aside because it was convenient." I stared at her fiercely and my voice took on a hardened edge. "For the record, I do know what you went through because the sick bastard did the same and worse to me. At least Mom stopped him when she found out it happened to you and got you help. Care to guess what she told me after I told her what he was doing to me? She told me to never tell anyone else and deal with it. She told me if I had acted like boys should then it never would have happened. She told me it was my fault. It got so bad I told Dad but he acted like I was only trying to get attention. He told me to stop lying." Tori's mouth dropped as she stared at me in disbelief. "I had no idea. Why didn't you tell me? If I had known..." I cut her off with an incredulous glare. "What would you have done? You would have protected me? You would have saved me? If our own mother wouldn't protect me and my own father didn't believe me, why would anyone else?" Disdain dripped from my voice. "You never protected me from your little girlfriend. Hell you wouldn't even acknowledge we were related until I learned how to act like everyone expected. Don't you dare tell me you would have done something." I slammed my fist into my chest again as my tears started to flow freely. "I had to save myself. You want to know why Mom won't talk to me? Why I moved in with Granny when I was thirteen? It's because I held a knife to that son of a bitch's dick and told him if he brought it near me again I would cut it off. After he told Mom she would have to choose because he refused to put up with me anymore, she said that I would leave. Mom chose him over me. Dad didn't care enough to protect me or take me in when I had nowhere else to go. You wouldn't have a damn thing to do with me and Granny only took me in for the check she received. Hell I couldn't even stay in her extra bedroom. She made me sleep on her couch. You only started to have anything to do with me because of a lack of options. Nobody... and I mean NOBODY gives a damn about me." Tori looked like I had slapped her. "How can say that about me? I swear I love you no matter what." I gripped the door frame tightly to keep my hands from lashing out. "Oh really? Then why are you and Missy trying to embarrass me in front of the entire town? The only thing anybody wants to talk about is how they can't wait to see me in whatever fucking outfit you have picked out." I fell to my knees before looking up. "Fuck your acting like you give a damn. People don't know what to make of me as it is. You know how hard I fought to get away from all those names I used to be called and yet you're making me go through it all over again. Things have happened to me, I can't let anyone ..." I shut up before I said too much and Tori rushed over and took me in her arms. "I thought it just a joke. I thought we could have fun like when you were little." I shook my head as I started to get to my feet and away from her. I looked back after I opened the door. "No you didn't. You've always known how I felt and only wanted to embarrass me. I used to trust you but you're just like everyone else." Missy rushed out when she heard Tori screaming for Harley to stop. She was prepared to break up a fight and angered to see Tori