This will be a lot more fun if you read part 1 -- Teacher Conference -- first. Usual disclaimers: No one having sex is under 18; Word and I edit; I don't live where you do and my POV may be different from yours.
The grins turned to grimaces and then terror when my right hand appeared from under the couch holding the pistol. I double tapped Wayne in the groin, and did the same to Tim, who was frozen in fear. The .22 was a small caliber weapon, but the long rifle hollow points caused a hell of a mess inside a man.
The bats clanged on the floor, and my accosters fell to each side screaming. Terry was directly in front of me, with his arm around Kylie, who was crying. Shock had held him in place, but now he pulled her in front of him, locked his arm around her neck, and shouted that he would kill her if I didn't put down the gun. His leg was visible between hers, so I shot him in the calf; he shrieked, turned her loose, and grabbed at his leg. I shot him in each shoulder.
Kylie ran across the room. I pulled myself up using the couch, ignoring the excruciating pain, and turned to face my betrayer. The pistol steadied as I prepared to kill the bitch that caused all this.
Jana was there, all right, but she was bound to a chair with duct tape, and she was gagged. It crossed my mind that perhaps she wasn't the planner and perpetrator, but that didn't mean it wasn't her fault.
Hearing a sound behind me I turned and saw that Terry was trying to crawl. Where I don't know, but I took that as a threat, and shot him in the ass. I was aiming at his spine, but I couldn't tell exactly what I hit because I was too dizzy. I collapsed back onto the floor.
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The whirring and beeping around me got louder when I tried to sit up. I heard a voice yelling "He's awake!" and hands squeezed my hands. I turned my head to the left and saw Kylie; she was crying and smiling. I turned my head to my right and saw The Bitch. I tried to pull my hand away, but she clung to it and I was too weak to break her grip. She was crying too, but her face was grotesquely swollen and discolored. "Please Dan, please! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I..."
Her manta was interrupted by a couple of medical professionals, who told the ladies to turn me loose and leave the room so they could examine me. They argued, but reluctantly left when the doctor's voice became stern, promising they would be outside in the hall.
The examination was physical, mental, and emotional. I was quizzed about where I was, why I was here, and other asinine things like who was president and what year it was. Apparently I got most of it right, because he beamed his approval and told me he was pleased with my progress. "We were worried when you didn't come around for three days after the surgeries, but you don't appear to have suffered any brain damage. Your kidney is healing, and you can live without the spleen you lost. The contusions are bound to hurt, but that will pass with time, and we don't believe there will be any lasting effects on your joints or spine. We can remove the tube from you lung and leave it out if you pass the blow test, and I think you will. All in all, Mr. Wood, you are a very fortunate man, given the beating you took!"
"I don't feel very fortunate, Dr. Young, but I do have a question. How are the men who did this to me?"
"I'm not their physician, but from what I hear, two are handcuffed to beds after extensive surgery to repair organ damage caused by the hollow point bullets. The third is paralyzed from the waist down, and he is on suicide watch. All three are under guard by deputies. Oh, and I'm to call the sheriff when you awaken and are able to give a statement; are you able?"
After assurances that I was able, ready, and willing, he scurried off to find a deputy. As soon as he left, the women returned. I crossed my hand on my belly, signaling I didn't want any hand holding. When they were seated, I looked at The Bitch and asked, "Are Junior and Carrie all right?" She assured me they were.
"So, Slutwife, how did those murderous sons of bitches come to be in my locked house? The only other key was entrusted to Carrie; did you give it to them?"
"Please, Dan; they broke into our home! The kids were asleep, and they threatened to kill them if I didn't help. They said they were just going to beat you up like you had done to Perry and Coach Long, because you were threatening them. I refused, and Terry punched me in the left cheek; when I got up, he backhanded me, and told me this was my last chance: if I didn't help he'd kill me and the kids!
I gave them the key from Carrie's jewelry box and promised I wouldn't call you or the police; they laughed and drug me along, saying the kids were old enough to be home alone. I couldn't stop them, so I prayed the kids would sleep late, or something.
When I saw the baseball bats I knew they intended to kill you, but they taped my hands together and gagged me. Wayne carried me inside; they taped me to the chair, and, well, you know the rest."
"Dan, there is something Jana told me that I think you and the police need to know," Kylie interjected. Judge Thomas has been screwing all five of them, and some others, for several years. They mentioned her in their conversation, indicating that she held you responsible for the fact she's way behind in the polls, and would be happy if you weren't around to cause more trouble."
Sheriff Garcia was standing in the doorway listening to Kylie, who had no idea he was there. "Did you ladies include the information in your statements?" he asked, startling both. They admitted they had not, and he told the deputy with him to take an amended statement. "And this time, ladies, tell us EVERY DAMN THING that might possibly affect his case -- am I clear?"
They scurried off with the deputy; the sheriff entered with a woman who identified herself as a court reporter, and asked if I felt well enough to answer a few questions. I said I did, and, with a wink and a slight shake of his head, he asked if I wanted my attorney present. I said that would not be necessary unless I was a suspect in something.
They took seats on either side of my bed, and the sheriff stated, "We have statements from the former Mrs. Wood and the former Mrs. Hammond. We also have statements, given with their attorneys present, from Mr. McAuliffe, Mr. Garity, and Mr. Simmons. Additionally, we have gone over your house with a fine-tooth comb and gathered quite a bit of evidence, including the bats and gun. I tell you all that so you will be aware; do you still decline having your attorney present?
"Sheriff, I don't want to put you and the reporter out by waiting for my attorney to get back here from Austin, but the fact those bastards lawyered up and lied tells me I need one. How about I call him on my cell phone and we include him in our little group meeting? I can't imagine why I'd need him, but just in case." He smiled and nodded; I called Morris and told him the situation. He said he'd prefer to speak with me privately first, but I told him I would prefer to tell the story once. He laughed and called me hard headed. I put the phone on speaker; he said hello to the sheriff and the reporter, and told the sheriff to begin the interview.
Sheriff Garcia replied, "How about we turn it over to you, Dan? Just tell us what happened, starting with last night. Don't leave out any details you think are relevant, including the names of anyone who can attest to your whereabouts last night through the problem this morning."
I began with the teacher conferences and proceeded through Joe's Place. I disclosed that Kylie Hammond's divorce was final at mid-night and she didn't want to be alone, so she came home with me. I didn't provide details, but made it clear we had sexual relations pretty much all night, and that Kylie was coming with me to pick up my kids since there was no school on Friday and it was my weekend with them.
I didn't leave out a single detail I could remember about the ambush. Morris didn't interrupt me, so I assume I didn't do anything to incriminate myself. When I finished, Mo said "Damn!" and the sheriff asked, with a smirk, "So, did you hit where you aimed?"
