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****Scene 1: Michael’s POV*********************************
When I heard the gun go off I had expected to feel something. I had expected to feel my body going limp, or at least the dripping of blood. But still I felt nothing, no pain, no limp, absolutely nothing. There was a reason for this, because as quick as it took Eric’s father to fire the gun; it had taken Eric even less time to jump in front of the bullet.
Eric had been at my side trying to convince his father to put down the gun, but this was to no avail, because his father was determined to keep his secret no matter what the cost. Before I knew what had happened Eric had jumped in front of me. That is the reason why I felt nothing, the bullet hadn’t hit me. The bullet had hit Eric instead. At first he appeared to be fine; he even spun around and kissed me before the wound he had suffered became too painful for him to stand.
“Eric you’re hurt” I said, holding back tears. I looked down his blue shirt was no longer simply blue. His side was bathed in blood. It hurt me to see him like that.
“As long as you’re alright I’m alright.” He chuckled. He tried to hide what he was feeling; Eric was always one to put on a show. Even in such a state.
“But you’re not fine! Your bleeding…You’ve been shot!” I cried.
“Mike what did….?” He began. Before Eric had time to speak he had lost consciousness; he collapsed and I caught him and lowered him onto the carpet as gently as I could. By that time some of Eric’s blood had found its way to the carpet.
The whole time, while this was going Eric’s father was just standing there in complete shock. Joe Smith’s face was frozen in shock; and worse still he was still holding the gun that had put his son in a state of unconsciousness. After Eric hit the floor something inside of his father snapped and he spoke. “WHAT DID YOU DO!” he screamed. “This is all your fault”
“My fault” I scoffed. I was utterly flabbergasted by his words and by his actions. “This is your fault. You lied to Eric for years and you want to blame me and my family for what you did.”
“SHUT UP YOU!” he yelled. “Or I’ll”
“You’ll what?” I yelled. “Are you going to shoot me like you did my grandfather? Well you better thank again, because you already said you had three bullets.”
“Two of them are in that wall over there and the third one is the son you claim to love.” I yelled
“I do love him.” Eric’s father whined. “Eric wasn’t supposed to jump in front of the gun. That bullet was meant for you.”
“What did you think was going to happen?” I asked. “You had to have known Eric wasn’t just going to sit around and let you shoot his fiancé.” I yelled at him. Tears were rolling down my cheek.
“None of this would have happened if you would have stopped digging around. Your grandfather would have died. The secret would have died with him. Everything would have remained buried.” He yelled in fury.
“No the secret would have been buried until someone else stumbled upon the secret and then you would have killed them too.” I snapped. “Your wrong…..None of this would have happened if you would have kept your dick in your pants. Because then there would have been no secret to keep.”
Eric’s father had tried to touch him, but I made sure that he didn’t come near him. “Don’t you dare touch him!” I screamed at him, with such ferocity I could not believe the words were coming out of my mouth. “You are the reason he’s lying on that floor….bleeding out right now. It’s all your fault!”
“It’s not my fault. I love my son.” He cried. “It’s not my fault…..I-I love my family. This secret would have destroyed them.”
“No you destroyed them all on your own.” I snapped. “You know what? I really shouldn’t be surprised that you hurt Eric…Your own son. Because you have been hurting him for years with your lies and deceit.”
“I love Eric.” He said
“Actually he’s not the only son you have been hurting. What about Jake? What about Aiden?” I asked.
“I love both of them.” Joe cried. “They are my sons.”
“Really you love them?” I asked. “Where was the love when you were lying to their faces for years? Where was the love when you threatened the one person Eric loves with all of his heart? You have hurt Jake just as much as you’ve hurt Eric.”
“I love Jake I would never hurt him.” He said.
“But you did.” I interjected. “You denied him the right to grow up with his biological father.”
“Jake was raised in a good home.” Joe began. “For god shake he had a doctor for a father. The life he had was far better than the one I could have given him.”
“Tom McCarthy isn’t Jake’s father you are!” I yelled. “Do you hear yourself? It’s a good thing Aiden is too young to know what’s going to happen, too young to realize that his father is going to prison for two attempted murders.”
“Don’t talk about my children.” He yelled. “You know nothing about them. All you damn Chandlers are exactly alike. You think you own everyone in this damn town just because you have enough money to buy everyone and everything in it!”
“Are you serious after everything you have done you still want to blame my family for what you did? I know all about the ruthless things my grandfather has done in the past; but that wasn’t me. I ‘m my own person.” I cried.
“My grandfather may be ruthless but you know what Joe Smith you are far worse than him.” I yelled. “He would never shoot his own son in cold blood!” I cried, literally in tears.
****Scene 2: Michael’s POV************************************************
After my screaming match with Eric’s father I bent down to check on Eric. He was getting worse, his shirt was now drenched in blood. I knew I had to call 911, but I also knew that if I turned my back for a second Eric’s father would put a I knife in it; so I didn’t take my eyes off him for a second. I had only just pulled out my phone and was about to call the police when I heard the blaring of police sirens in the distance. The sirens seemed to be getting closer and closer
Surely they were attending to some other matter. I was proven wrong when a police officer burst through the unlocked door. The police figured what had happened when they saw Eric lying on the floor bleeding out and his father sitting emotionless on the couch still holding the weapon he had used to deal the blow.
“We’re going to need a few EMT’s and paramedics over at 152 Magnolia Street right away.” One of the Police officers said into one of the police walkie-talkies.
Minutes later the commissioner was standing in the middle of the living room, questioning Eric’s father. “What happened here?” she asked. “Talk to me Joe. Why is your son lying in a pool of his own blood?”
“I came home and he was trying to break in.” he said pointing at me. “He tried to break in and I was worried about my safety so I shot the gun in the dark. But when I turned on the light I saw my son lying there in his own blood.”
“But reports say that multiple shots were fired.” Commissioner Spencer replied. “The two bullets lodged in your living room wall can attest to that.”
“I shot three times.” He said.
“So you thought someone was breaking in and you didn’t think to turn on the light?” the commissioner asked. “So you just shoot off guns in the dark. Did you close your eyes too?”
“No I didn’t it was late.” He lied. “I didn’t want to alert him to my presence.” He continued to lie.
“There doesn’t seem to be any signs of forced entry.” She said surveying the room. “You think I’m lying? Eric’s friend tried to break into my house. I shot my gun to scare him off.”
“Why would a Chandler be trying to break into your house?” Commissioner Spencer asked. She was not buying his nonsense at all.
“I don’t know what goes on in the minds of those people.” Eric’s father scoffed.
“He is lying!” I blurted. “He tried to shoot me in cold blood and ended up shooting Eric instead.
“Why would he do that?” she asked.
“Because he shot my grandfather and he was going to kill me to keep that from being revealed. He knew what he was doing. It is completely fault that Eric was shot!”
“Is this true?” she asked.
“No it’s not!” he lied. “He doesn’t even have any proof to back those claims up. All he had our words. You can’t believe him?”
“I’ve got far more than words I have proof.” I said. “I have proof from your own lips.” I said. That’s when I pressed play on the recording I had recorded earlier. Thankfully, fearing I was in trouble when Eric’s father pulled out the gun I clicked record on my phone and managed to record every condemning thing he had said to me.
After the recording ended everyone knew exactly what Joe Smith had done and why. Eric’s father didn’t have much to say. What could he say? He was caught red handed, condemned by his own words. He was left speechless….but the Commissioner was not.
“Joe Smith you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you. If you do not have attorney or if you cannot afford one will be provided for you.” The Commissioner said.
“Do you understand these rights as I have read them to you.” The Commissioner asked as she clasped the handcuffs on Eric’s father.
“Take him away boys.” She said, motioning for two police officers, who came and hauled Eric’s father off.”
****Scene 3: Kayla’s POV***************************************
When my mother told me that she had received reports of shots being fired at 152 Magnolia Street; I immediately knew what house it was. It was Eric’s house. Even if she had not said the Smith residence I still would have known it. I could not believe my ears, when she said it. I asked her what had happened but she told me that the report wasn’t quite sure what had occurred at the Smith house.
She didn’t have time to talk, because she was rushing to go over and check out the disturbance at the Smith house. Before she left however, I asked her if I could ride with her in the patrol car to check out the disturbance but she refused to let me go with her. After refusing to let me go with her, my mother ran out of the house. Her car was soon gone and I was left standing at the doorway. I had no idea what was happening…..this fact drove me mad. I just had to know what was happening.
As soon as I saw my mother drive off, I pulled out my phone.
“What are you doing?” Kevin asked still seated on the living room sofa. “Who are you calling?”
“I’m calling Eric.” I replied. “I need to know what’s going on.”
“You can’t be serious Kayla.” He scoffed. “You know if something has happened at that house there is no way you’re going to reach them. You can’t really be calling Eric.”
“Kevin that’s exactly what I’m doing.” I replied.
“Kayla” he protested. “You heard your mother she said to stay out of it. That’s why she didn’t let you go with her.”
“Kevin I can’t just sit here and wait.” I cried. “You heard my mother she said shots were fired at the Smith residence. That’s Eric’s house. Something has happened, I know it.”
“I know something has happened. I feel it, and I need to know what it is” I said dialing Eric’s phone number. I waited a few minutes but there was no answer. So I ended the call. I tried once more and still there was nothing. Getting a little annoyed I tried a few more times but still I heard nothing.
“Well?” Kevin inquired, he could see my impatience.
“Nothing” I snapped. “I’ve called Eric’s phone like seven times…..seven freaking times and I still haven’t gotten a response. Not once.”
“Something isn’t right. I can feel it.” I said. “Eric’s phone just went straight to voicemail each time I called him. Eric always answers his phone unless he’s with Michael.”
“Maybe he is with Michael.” I said, trying to calm and reassure myself. “That’s it they together.”
“Sweetheart Eric’s probably just busy.” Kevin suggested. “Or maybe they are together like you said. Eric and Mike might actually be in bed right now. Listen Eric is probably at Mike’s house right now….he practically lives there.” He chuckled.
“Kevin you’re probably right.” I said. “But I just have to be sure. I need to be sure. Since Eric didn’t answer his phone I’ll call Michael. “
I quickly dialed Michael’s number and pressed the call button. After waiting a few minutes I heard nothing so I ended the call. I tried really hard to convince myself that everything was fine; but I could not shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. I have sixth sense about these things. In recent times I often try to listen to these feelings; because it was those same feelings that told me that Charlotte was no good.
No matter how much I wanted to convince myself that everything was fine or how much I wanted to listen to Kevin I could not let these bad feelings subside. I just had to find out what happened.
“Kayla you have to stop.” He said. You can’t stand there and call their phones all night
“Kevin I’ll call Michael three more times.” I replied. “And if he doesn’t answer after the third time I’ll give it a rest…..I promise. I just need to know what’s going on.”
I tried Michael’s phone three more times like I said. He only answered after the third and final time. I was just about to give up hope of reaching him that night. When he answered the phone I could hear his depression and sad state in his voice. So I instantly knew something was wrong.
“Michael what is wrong?” I asked almost as soon as he got on the phone. I wasn’t going to waste any time with formalities. I had to know what was going on, and I had to know right away.
“Wrong?” he said over the phone. “Kayla nothing is wrong, everything is fine.”
“Michael you can’t lie to me.” I replied. “I here in your voice…I know something is wrong. Michael we have been friends for years you can’t fool. Something is wrong.”
“I know when you are upset.” I continued. “My mother left about an hour ago. She told me that shots were fired at Eric’s house.”
“He was shot…” Michael said breaking down.
“Who was shot?” I asked over the phone.
“Wait someone was shot?” Kevin interjected.
“Shhhh” I whispered. “Kevin I’m on the phone with Michael right now.”
“Michael are you still there?” I asked.
“Yes Kayla I’m still here.” Michael replied over the phone
“Ok what did you mean when you said he was shot?” I said. “Who was shot?”
“Eric.” Was his only response. I could not believe what I had heard. Eric must have been shot in his own home. That’s what the call had meant by shots fired at the Smith residence. “Michael where are you? Kevin and I are coming over, we both want to help you through this.”
“Eric was taken to Harmony Hospital a few minutes ago and that’s where I am now. If you want to comfort me come there.”
“Michael say no more, Kevin and I are on the way.” I said just before I ended the call.
“On the way where?” Kevin blurted. “Where are we going?”
“To the hospital…Eric was shot.”
****Scene 4: Michael’s POV****************************************
From the moment the police hauled Eric’s father away to the moment the paramedics arrived at the house. The whole time I held Eric in my arms, kissing his sweet face and embracing him so closely that my clothes too became stained with blood. I really didn’t care if Eric’s blood was on my clothing because clothes no matter how expensive can easily be replaced. During this time Eric lost consciousness then regained it; only to lose it and then repeat the cycle over again.
“Babe” Eric said weakly trying to raise himself up, but failing. Who could blame him? “Don’t cry on my account, It’s only a flesh wound.” He chuckled. Maybe he didn’t notice that his once blue shirt was now painted red and drenched in his own blood. I certainly noticed.
“Eric this is not a joke.” I said. How can I not cry when you’re bleeding in my arms? And I can’t do anything to stop it.” I said, choking back tears.
“Babe you shouldn’t shed tears for me.” Eric said. “It will make you get wrinkles and you have such a beautiful face.” He said. Eric was trying his best to sound like he was okay, but he was failing miserably…..he was barely able to finish his words in one breath; having to constantly stop and catch his breath.
“That face doesn’t deserve wrinkles.”
“Eric I love you” I said, tears rolling down my cheek as I kissed him.
“I love you too.” He said. Raising up a little he spoke clearly…”Where is my f-father?” he asked, still struggling to catch his breath
“The police…the police took him away a little while ago.” I responded. “Don’t worry about him Eric, you need to rest. Your too weak….you can barely even speak.”
A few minutes later Eric passed out again. Only moments later did the paramedics finally decide to make an appearance. I watched the paramedics and EMT’s pick up Eric’s unconscious body. I watched them place him on the stretcher and I continued to watch as they loaded him onto the back of the ambulance. I wished more than anything to be with Eric, every step of the way. Thankfully the Commissioner said that my early statement was enough to allow me to go; greater still the paramedics allowed me to ride in the ambulance with Eric, despite not being family. The fact that I was his fiancé was apparently good enough for them; it must have helped that he called out my name while still in a state of semi-unconsciousness.
Several minutes passed before we reached the hospital. When we got to the hospital, the staff was already waiting. They immediately rushed Eric to the ICU so that he could receive the best possible care. I waited in the waiting room for news. Eric’s mother was out of town and wouldn’t be back until tomorrow, I was all he had save his siblings and his friends. If they would have let me I would have watched them all night from the window; but alas they closed it so that they could have complete privacy in their work. It was only after I had reached the hospital that I noticed that I had three missed calls from Kayla. It was almost midnight, I didn’t know why she would be calling me so late at night.
I had just sat down in the waiting room when I received the fourth and final call from Kayla. It didn’t take long for her to get the information out of me. As soon as she heard what I said she took it upon herself to go over to the hospital and comfort me. Thirty minutes later she was at the hospital, with Kevin following after her.
“Michael!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around me once I was within arm’s reach of her. “How are you feeling?” she said, still embracing me.
“Where is Eric?” she asked; looking around as if Eric was going to magically appear in the corner of the waiting room.
“He’s in ICU right now.” I replied. “I think he’s still in surgery. He lost a lot of blood.”
“I’m alright I guess.” I continued. “I’m just a little shaken. My fiancé was just shot with a bullet that was meant for me.”
“What do you mean meant for you?” she asked stunned. “What happened to him? How did he get here?” she asked, looking confused.
“His father shot him.” I replied. “That’s why he’s here now….fighting for his life.”
“Michael you can’t be serious. Why would Eric’s father shoot him? That doesn’t make any sense.” She said. “There has to more. What aren’t you telling me?”
“Eric’s father….he meant to shoot me but he shot Eric instead.” I replied.
“I couldn’t stop him. He jumped in front of the bullet.” I added. “Now he is in surgery fighting for his life.”
“Why would Eric’s father want to kill you?”
“Well besides the obvious reason; my being a Chandler in all. Eric’s father tried to kill me, because I found out the truth about him.”
“What truth?” she asked.
“Eric’s father is the one who really tried to kill my grandfather the night of our engagement. He actually admitted to the whole thing right before he was going to kill.”
“MY GOD!” Kayla gasped. “So Haley really was innocent. “I’ll be dammed.”
“Kayla that’s not the only thing Eric’s father is guilty of.” I added.
“Sweet lord Jesus.” She cried. “There’s more? What else could he have done? What did he do rig the mayoral election to?”
“Hahaha…No” I replied trying to laugh. “He is also guilt of lying to both Eric and Jake.”
“Michael what do you mean?” she said, looking at me sideways. “I understand why Eric has to do with this, but why Jake? What does Jake have to do with this?”
“Well we both know Eric and Jake don’t necessarily get along.”
“Get along?” she scoffed. “Jake and Eric hate each other. They despise each other; the only reason they remain cordial and sit at our lunch table is because of the great love they both have for you.”
“Well they are going to have to start getting along.” I replied.
“Why is that?”
“I know neither of them will be filled with joy to hear this but Eric and Jake are brothers. Half-bothers but brothers nevertheless.”
“What?” Kayla said, frozen in shock.