What Happened That Night Ch. 02

The redhead is not a nurse it seems, but a Doctor. Ohh well, maybe she takes an interest in each patient, and if I was in my body I would definitely be digging her bedside manner. She's still running her fingers through my hair absently, like she's not even aware she's doing it, while she's staring down both Ashley and Azrael, almost like she's ready to protect me from them. Being how she is shorter than both it was pretty comical, but then it dawns on me. This is the second time today that some short woman is staring down Azrael over me. It makes me wonder what has happened to my life. Finally the doctor speaks.

"Please call off security, they are fine. Also it is Koshka not Koshkka." Then she looks at the ladies

"Please sit. I have questions that are pertinent for his treatment and would appreciate if you could answer."

Her demeanor and words are precise and professional, except the way she's still touching me. Yeah that's not professional at all. She opens a file and removes her hand from my hair and puts on some black framed glasses.

"It says here he is married. Are any of you Samantha Sanders or a sibling?"

Before Ashley can grab her, Azrael comes forward thrusting her chest out in pride.

"I am his first wife now. The pumccali has been disposed of and we speak of her no more. This little fair hair one is Chris's daughter but not his real daughter. Ashley, she is a lesbian."

The doctor just looks at Azrael like she would some mentally ill person. Ashley looks at Azrael in shock, I don't know to whether the news that Samantha was out of the picture or that Azrael was referring to herself as first wife.

"Ok what was given to him? He does not take drugs."

Part of that is a statement like she knew I did not do drugs... or she really wanted it to be true. This time Ashley speaks first, grabbing Azrael and pushing her out of the way.

"Sorry about her but, no Dr., Chris does not take drugs or drink or smoke. As far as I know this one kissed him and now we are here"

"I am sorry, I was only trying to give him information to share with him what would be hard to explain. Plus I really enjoy kissing him. I am excited for when he arises and takes me."

She then comes up to the doctor.

"I am very excited and Chris has forbade me from touching Ashley. You and I though, can have a very pleasurable time. It seems to have been a long while for you."

Ashley yanks Azrael back by the hair and the doctor looks pissed.

"You have touched him? You laid your hands on this man."

I wish that there's something more I could do than just observe, and then Azrael looks closely at the doctor. After a few minutes she just smiles at her.

"Yes, you will do nicely"

I turn to look at what Ashley reaction is going to be but find myself in a meadow now instead. I turn back around and there is no more hospital at all, just some trees and a brook bubbling away. It is a beautiful scene, like something out of a painting.

There is laughing coming up the hill coming from a beautiful woman. She is wearing a smock over her dress, her blond hair flowing behind her and a smile that is competing with the sun. Everything about her just oozes happiness. She runs into the arms of a man at the bottom of the hill by a gently flowing brook. He lifts her easily in his muscular arms, swinging her around. She kisses him soundly, threading her fingers through his hair.

"Come love, we must be away before my father finds us."

Her voice has one of those Irish lilts and is really nice to listen to.

"Dear, your father is a man of the church and servant of the lord. He would be pleased by our union. We do not have to hide from him."

The woman just laughs, kissing him again.

"My love what is the purpose of an illicit union if my father approves. You would take the joy of my secret love from me" she bats her eyes at him.

"No my heart, but I would scream my love to the world, holding it as an example of all that is good."

The woman pulls him down into the grass on top of her. He's sliding his hands down, cupping her breast.

"Eban, show them to me, I dislike when you hide yourself from me."

The man sits up, still over the woman, smiling down at her. He removes his shirt as she raises her hands and caresses his muscular chest as he closes his eyes and white wings burst from his back. They are like the ones I saw on the woman's when all this shit started. It's all very romantic and I turn around and closed my eyes. I feel like a intruder and really after seeing such a sickly sweet scene I need a insulin shot.

I take a deep breath and when I open my eyes again I'm on a tarmac, watching soldiers come out of an old C5A Galaxy. These guys look tired and beat through. I notice one out of all of them staying behind, helping older women and children out. Behind the fence on the other side where some hippy protesters. Not like in my time, where they are kids living off daddies money hippy's, but actual hippy's, the true unwashed masses.

"Hey Sanders, so what are you going to do now that you are back to the world."

At first I thought the guy was talking to me, but then I see he is talking to the soldier that stayed behind to help the children and women. As he turns around I notice to whom he really looks like. Holy shit, it is my dad, just like I seen him in all the pictures. I was so envious of this guy. It seems not much has changed from then to now, still all planes and angles. Still looks like he was chipped out of a piece of marble, all those years in the jungle and the man still could not tan.

"Don't know man just going to play it as it comes."

He's handling the kids real delicate and totally ignoring the bullshit the asshats behind the fence are spouting. It is shocking really, that these guys will later become bankers, lawyers, politicians who knows, but most of them will be what they fought against. After the last person was off dad grabs his ruck and makes his way alone to the headquarters building.

I follow him, noticing how young Steven Sanders does not move like my dad, but then again this is probably thirty or more years from my now to here. My father as I knew him always reminded me of either a tightly wound spring ready to launch or a predator about to pounce. This guy just moves like a tired soldier who saw too much at a too young age. Before he can get to the bldg. another soldier comes out the door. He is wearing 1sg rank and his face had the lines and miles to show he had earned every chevron and rocker. He was the quisesential top someone you knew whose liver had stories to tell.

"Hey LT the sir says take a three day pass, he does not want to see your ugly mug until Monday."

Dad just looks at the 1SG smiles, turns around and starts his way to the voices calling some pretty inventive names. He does like he always advised me and let it roll off his back like it did not affect him at all. I never really learned that skill and would have knocked one of these mother fuckers out by now. Besides some coarse words no one says anything to him and the few that try to get in his way beat feet when he glares at them. I guess that has not changed either, because when he gave me the look I would make it my life's mission to get the hell out of dodge.

He was almost out the gate to the street when he bumps this short womanwhos back was turned to yell at the soldiers that just passed. Ohh shit I am seeing the meeting of my mother and father. She turned around pissed with fire in her eyes but as soon as she saw him she stopped and they just stood there looking at each other for a second, my father all six foot six of him getting stared down by my five foot three inch mother. She was not screaming obscenities or calling him baby killer or any of that shit like she was yelling at the other soldiers when they passed no they just stared at each other. I so just wanted to joke her that he was probably surprised that a shadow could talk with how dark she was. Oh my God and that afro I mean I know she told me she had one and it was the seventies so everyone did. But it really made her look like a struck match. She just took a deep breath and said in her thick African/Jamaican accent.

"Watch it soldier."

"It's Lieutenant mam my name is Lieutenant Steven Sanders. My apologies, I didn't see you."

"My name is Barbra Twumasi," she says, her eyes locked on his. "So, are you going to take me out and apologize properly?"

Dad just looked at my mom and put his ruck higher on his back.

"Yes mam lead the way."

My mom looked back at him.

"See Steve, you already have the right attitude I know we are going to get along just fine."

Holy shit mom has always called the shots in seems. I was walking out to follow them to my mothers old car listening to them get to know one another. Actually I am just listening to my mother talk and my dad smile and watch her.

As soon as I go through the gate I am at a playground. I look around and I recognize this place. This is the playground close to the dependent housing in Landsthuel Germany. We got sent here after Augsburg because dad complained how he did not want to leave Germany. Besides that, the only thing I remember was watching terrible AFN and that my grandfather was staying to visit us for a few weeks that year. I turned by the sandbox, already expecting what I was going to see.

An eight year old me is standing over three other kids. I drop the rock from my hand as an older kid starts trying to get up and I rush over, kicking him in his face then again in his nuts. Another of the boys is trying to get up and I am about to administer the same punishment to him when I hear the voice every child dreads.

"Christopher Aedan Sanders you better get your ass in this house before I beat the black off you!" My mother yells.

Both young me and I have a shiver run down our backs. It is comical because eight year old me is much less melanin enhanced then I am now. Young me starts trying to grab his backpack and jacket. I am willing young me to hurry up but I know it is too late. My mother comes in view of the playground and sees me, and she is all five feet four inches of fury. She has done away with the afro. Instead her hair is plaited in long braids that reach down her back. She is wearing one of her house dresses and just looks so far removed from the hippy life style it is not even funny. From war protester to military officer housewife, but I remember how she loved it and she loved us. I tear up seeing my mother, I just miss her so much and to know that just three years from now she will be gone.

She grabs young me by the arm, raising me on my toes.

"Christopher what the hell have you done? Get your narrow ass home this second."

She pushes me back towards the house and smacks me upside the head then she turns to tend the other kids. I start trudging over the two streets back to my house. My paternal grandfather is working on the '72 electra glide.

"Hey boy your momma had to get ya?" He says in his thick Irish accent. He was somewhat shorter then my dad but easily just as wide. I remember thinking at that age we must have been descended from giants. I remember asking him and he said that we might have a spot of the Fionn Mac Cumhail blood. Too bad that that shit passed me by.

The young me just nods to my grandfather. I watch him for a minute or so then make my way in the house where my father comes and scoops me up. I watch the young me fidget trying to get out of the big mans hug. I mean come on, I am eight years old, way to old to be hugging my dad I remember thinking, but now I just miss it.

"So boy what did you do today" My father asks me. Setting me down, I know I can't even begin my homework before telling him everything. Sometimes he would be gone deployed for long periods of time but when he was home he spent every moment he could making up for lost time with us.

"Your child was out beating up on the other kids." My mother says as she comes in looking pissed as hell. Both my father and I give young me a sympathetic look. I remember always being dad's kid when I was in trouble but I was her special little boy when I was doing the right thing. Now was not one of those times as she stood in the living room hands on her hips and giving me the stink eye.

"Well Christopher what do you have to say for yourself?" My father asked in his quiet tone. In fact thinking back on it, I don't remember my father ever raising his voice.

"They would not leave me alone. They keep bothering me about being half black and calling me names. Then Bobby and his friends put their hands on me and you said don't let anyone hurt me."

Oh shit Bobby Vilanova I remember him now. He was a racist ass, which was weird because his dad was some sort of Hispanic if I remember right. I have not thought of this in like twenty years and I think that they had a permanent change of station after this.

My father just went out to the garage returning only in a few minutes with a rubber M16A2 rifle.

"Ok Chris you know what to do. You will stay in punishment until dinner."

Young me takes the rifle out front and holds it over my head with both arms straight. Then I get up on my tip toes and raise my body up and down from flat foot to tip toes. I have to continue this until my father come and get me. My grandfather looks at me and chuckles to himself.

"Boy I won't ask what you did but I will ask you this; was it worth the consequences you are suffering now?"

I stop bouncing for a second looking at grandpa. I think about it and then answer him.

"I would do it again if I had to daideo, I beat them and others may learn to leave me alone."

My grandpa smiles at me. "Good on you boy, everything we do has a consequence, so be ready to suffer for any action you take and even more for inaction. The trick is to be ready to face the music when the time comes. Trust me boy it is very rarely a pleasant tune."

Yeah there goes grandpa giving me life lessons that I could not understand at that age. Hell I am twenty eight and barely understand them now. I move from behind the young me and try to place my hand on my grandfather's shoulder even though it passes right through him.

"Is brae liomtú seanathai" I tell him using all the Gaelic I remember. I turn around back to the house, this time hoping to be anywhere but here. I was just finishing my first deployment when he died and he made sure no one would tell me. He did not want me to worry and it cost me being able to say goodbye to him. He left me everything but none of it can replace him. I start to feel some self-loathing for what I let Samantha do to his house and I am damn sure going to fix it when I get home.

I go through the door and now I am in the hallway of the hospital, both Ashley and Azrael sitting together. Ashley looking at least like she is not going to kill Azrael and to me that is progress.

"So you are a succubus. You don't want to hurt Chris because he is your master and you guys will be together for the rest of his life. You do know that he is married right?" Ashley asks "I doubt that bitch will let this shit fly. In fact, where is Samantha, that cunt would not let a chance to hit on the doctors here go?"

"I have her with one of her lovers. She has forgotten about who I am. All she knows right now is that she is in love and happy with this man right now."

Ashley looks at her "What do you mean right now?"

"I am really weak right now so it will only last a week or two. Then she will recall everything. I just wanted to kill her but master forbade it."

Ashley just sat there thinking about that for a minute. "This is no kinky sex thing is it? Chris is really your master that's why you could not hurt me."

"Yes I cannot bring harm to you nor let you bring harm to him. This is my duty as his first wife among other things."

"You know, I have heard you use the term first wife before, but Chris has been married to Samantha for awhile. It is not like they can get an annulment and Samantha said she would never let Chris have a divorce so how can you be his first wife?"

Azrael smiles at Ashley "First wife is a position. I will care for his wellbeing, be in charge of his household and choose the other women that will share his bed."

"You make it sound as if this is a done thing, like he has no choice."

Azrael just looks at Ashley "Would you trust his choice in women?"

Ashley just shakes her head.

"So Ashley, tell me more about you. How you come to know Master?"

"There is really not much to tell. I have been in the system for most of my life. I learned early that I needed to fuck, suck or steal to get what I needed. So when I was twelve, the new family the state stuck me with was pretty standard, the mom just wanted those state checks to show up, the dad wanted something wet to stick his cock in, and their darling little boy just wanted to set shit on fire. Anyway I was out late one night and a couple of guys thought that they were going to take for free what I charge for. I ran, they chased and I ended up in my hidey hole. I had no idea that the place was purchased... I mean it had been run down forever and it was literally at the end of the road."

Ashley took a deep breath and continued on "So there were these two guys that trapped my twelve year old ass and I was pretty scared until we heard this loud ass bike come up. Chris came up the stairs cool as you please and looked at me probably scared out of my mind... I was such a wimp then" Ashley laughed.

"Anyway these two dudes crowded me into a corner. Well, Chris doesn't say shit, just turns around and fucking leaves. Just gone and so the two guys looked at each other and they turned to me. Not even 30 seconds later, Chris comes back in with a wrench out of his tool bag. He had one guy from behind in a choke hold and kicked the back of his leg while pulling him back and hit the other guy in the temple with the wrench in the other hand. Then he brought the wrench down on the other guys face over and over again until he stopped moving."

"At that time I was more scared of Chris than those other two guys by a long shot. I told him I would do anything he wanted and that he did not have to hurt me. Do you know what the fucker did; he looked at me and smiled."

"Then he said – Anything?"

Ashley says that trying to do her best impression of me. It was pretty funny.

"He said - then take this, and tossed me a shirt and said take off your clothes. Well Azrael, I played this game before so I thought I'll give him some suck and fuck action and I can be on my way. When I start stripping Chris freaks out.

Ashley then goes back into her impression of me.

"Girl what the fuck are you doing? Don't take your clothes off here, go in the bathroom. Then wash up and come back down here."

So I did what Chris told me. I came back down and both guys were gone. He fed me and let me crash at his house that first night and that was the start of Chris pretty much taking care of me. There have only been a few problems, one being Samantha.

I hate that bitch and told him to lose her a few times but all he would say was "A man has to live with the choices he makes." He doesn't know she and I got into a fight when she said she was going to report me staying at the shop. That bitch never went to the shop not even once I think.

She was right. I never knew Samantha and Ashley got into a fight. All I know is that Ashley refused to come to the house since Samantha was there and Samantha would not come to the shop... mostly because I did not want her to invade the one spot that was really for me.

Ashley continued "Anyway over the years anytime I need anything, from help with homework to, well anything, Chris would be there. Though one time it hit home that he was really looking out for me. You see, when I was thirteen I stole something from this mom and pop gas station. Well, Chris found out, so he marched me back to the gas station and made me apologize to the owner. Then he told the owner that for the next month I would happily work at the gas station as a way to make up for my theft.