.and that was pretty much it…Rachel made arrangements to visit her cousin for a couple of days. At 15, she was older than Hailey by two years, and ...he seemed like she was anxious to get away from her younger sibling for a bit. As my wife was busy working, and I was newly retired, it fell on me to provide the transportation. Hailey decided to go along for the ride. With my wife at work, she would have been alone at the house, so she came with us.As we entered the car, I was excited to see. Slipping and sliding the last few feet I finally realized what I had known all along, I know this man. This wasn’t just any man, this was the man I love above all others. The moment I had seen his motorcycle I had known, my mind unwilling to accept what my eyes were telling it. Kneeling beside him broken and bleeding in the dirt my hands shaking like a leaf in a storm I send up another prayer to the God and Goddess ‘please let him be ok, don’t take him from me, please, please please. Sobbing. "Follow me."I followed her down the hall to the girl's restroom. The place was crowded and we had to wait for a stall. Finally, Jordan got tired of waiting and she ordered me to climb up onto the sink counter.I started to plead with her to be reasonable. But I saw how much she enjoyed my helplessness and I gave up. I struggled up onto the counter to choruses of "What the fuck?" and "Hey! Watch what the hell your doing!"Jordan reached into her purse and pulled out a pair of scissors. She grinned. Nothing. Locked. Shit.You scramble to your hip for your handgun and nearly lose your grip, but ha, its still in your hand. You aim at the handle and fire, once, twice, sending a fresh wave of excited cheers through the monkeys above.You slam your shoulder into the broken door and barrel through just as the creature leaps at you.You curse and scramble back on your ass, watching it flail and roar and reach for you, hunger in its dark eyes - but it's stuck. It's too wide, and its body is jammed.