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Chapter 11 of the book Pushed Too Far
Barry and Jeremy sets the plan in motion.
Jeremy is taken hostage by Jeff and Tony. Jessica the love of Jeremy's life is beaten by Paul. Barry saves Jeremy and then he and Jeremy save Jessica.
In retaliation, Jeremy beats Jeff and put him in the trunk. He then hits Tony with Jeff's car. He and Barry decide to take Jeff to Barry's cabin leaving the car, Tony, and incriminating evidence for the police to find.
Paul was attacked by the wild boar. Barry shoots him with plans to frame Jeff and Tony for his death.
The dark, starless night looms overhead. Trees sway softly in the misty breeze. The dim streetlight scarcely illuminates the light around them. The overwhelming scent of gunpowder lingers heavily in the air as the officers scamper for safety.
"Take cover, take cover." Joe darts towards his wife lying supine in the dirt. He discovers a puddle of red liquid oozing from underneath her when he gets closer. His hands tremble; his brown eyes fill with tears as he takes the final tottery step. Please don't take Rachel from me, please don't take her away, he silently prays. Dodging a stray bullet, he leaps to her side. "Stay with me, Rachel, help is on the way."
"The baby won't wait that long." She tries to get up, he pushes her back down.
"Let me take care of your wound."
"I wasn't shot."
Joe flashes the light on her shoulder. Not seeing anything he sighs with relief.
"I have to push, Joe, I have to push." She grabs his arm and squeezes. Joe winces from the pain.
"Breathe through it honey, just breathe through it."
"Yes, you can, like this." He breathes like they were shown in Lamaze. Rachel follows. "That's the way baby. Jerry, help me get her in the car."
"Yes, boss." Jerry drapes her arm around his shoulder.
"May I have this dance, handsome?" Rachel winks and then doubles over in pain. "Here we go again." She resumes her breathing.
"That's what you get for flirting." Joe chuckles.
"Not funny, Joe," she mutters through clenched teeth.
They hear a loud explosion. The three turn to find the building in flames. "I'd say our friendly burglar went out with a bang."
"Good for him, now get me to the damn car."
"Good luck, boss."
Joe notices the earth-shattering glare in Rachel's eyes. "I'm going to need all the luck I can get." Jerry chuckles.
The sun is slowly rising over the Ozark Mountains. Barry is busy with a few last-minute details. Jeremy is glancing around the log home.
"This is a nice place you have here."
"It's been my home since the day I was born. I'd like to pass it down to my kid someday, keep it in the family and all."
"You have kids?"
"One son, but he lives with his mom."
"Do you ever see him?"
"Not as much as I'd like." He glances at his son. I wish I could tell you the truth. He then recalls he and Madeline's agreement. But I can't. "Tell me about you, Jeremy."
"I'm an only child. I just graduated high school."
I know, I was there. Barry couldn't be any prouder, watching his son on the stage. Especially, after all the struggles he faced. "Congratulations."
"So, what are your plans for the future?"
"I would like to work with graphic designs."
"Sounds like a good plan to me."
"First things first, I need to win Jessica's heart."
"Is she the girl you saved?"
"Yes. I've been infatuated with her since we first met. She calls me her little Jerr bear because I'm soft and cuddly like a carebear."
"It sounds like she has feelings for you too."
"She says she only sees me as a friend, but I'm hoping to change her mind. You know, sweep her off her feet like they do in the movies."
"So, you're a Casanova in the making."
Jeremy smiles. "Something like that." Jeremy picks up a picture from the mantel. "Is this your son?"
Seeing him with the keepsake Barry races to his side.
Jeremy studies it for a second and then glances up at Barry, a frightened yet puzzled look on his face. "Why do you have a picture of me?"
"I... I can explain." Barry reaches for him, Jeremy backs away.
"You better do it fast."
"You might want to sit down for this." Barry motions to the chair.
"I'd rather stand." Jeremy crosses his arms.
Barry clears his throat before he begins. "I'm your biological father, sperm donor I think you guys say."
"My what, no way. It's not possible. I look too much like my dad not to be his."
"You mean like this?" Barry hands him another photo.
He and the boy in the picture look identical. "Who is this?"
"That's me when I was your age."
"What, no way."
"Look at the date in the corner."
"So, you knocked mom up and left?"
"No, no you've got it all wrong."
"What happened then? Huh, what, you better explain yourself and you better do it fast." Jeremy thumps his foot on the floor.
"Your mother and I were planning to be wed then I was drafted to the army. I had no choice but to go. So, we decided to have our wedding when I returned."
"So why didn't you marry her then, huh? Was it because you found out she was pregnant and you didn't want a kid?"
"Quite the opposite. I was happy you were to be born."
"What stopped you from marrying her then?"
"My mother and her lies. When your mom stopped writing, I got worried, so I asked mom about it. She told me she'd met another man and they were going to get married in the spring. I was devastated, Jeremy. So heartbroken that I didn't care if I lived or died. Years later I found out my mother told Madeline I was dead and Howard helped her in her time of grief. They fell in love and were married soon after. I didn't want to get in the way of you and your mom's happiness, so I let it be."
"Why haven't you two told me the truth?"
"We talked about it and decided it'd be best to leave it alone."
Tears swell in his sad brown eyes. "How can not knowing, be the best for me, huh, how?" Jeremy bolts towards the door.
"Where are you going?"
"As far away from you as I can get."
"No, Jeremy, please, don't go."
He spins around. "I hope you and mom rot in hell for what you've done."
"Jeremy, wait." The screen door slams too, Jeff stirs on the couch.
"Jeremy, come back he's waking up." The lad continued across the drive.
I'll have to do this without him. Barry shakes the lad. "Wake up Jeff, wake up, you're having a nightmare."
Jeff opens his eyes and looks around. "Where am I?" he asks as he continues to glance around.
"You don't remember me taking you to my cabin?"
"Who are you?"
"I'm Barry Whitmore, the tow truck guy, your dad's friend."
"Tow truck guy?"
"Yeah, you called and said you needed a tow."
Jeff gives him an inquisitive look. "I don't remember calling you."
"You were pretty drunk when I picked you up."
Jeff crinkles his nose. "I do smell like a brewery." He chuckles. "Wait, these ain't the clothes I had on."
"They're the ones I picked you up in."
He glances at his outfit again. "How did I end up here?"
"You said you needed to sleep it off before you faced your dad."
"It's probably good I did because he'd be royally pissed if I came home drunk again."
This is going better than I'd hoped. Barry chuckles. "That's what you said last night too. Said he'd kick you out."
"He probably would. You said I was having a nightmare?"
"You was yelling get me out of this trunk."
Jeff gets a perplexed look on his face. "I was?"
"That's what it sounded like."
"Why did I dream I was in a trunk?"
"It's hard telling."
"You said I had car trouble?"
"It's nothing I spare tire can't fix. How about if I get you some breakfast before we get to it?"
"I'd rather just tend to my car."
"Let me grab my keys and we'll go."
"It isn't here?"
"It was too dangerous to tow it in the storm. Don't worry, I made sure it was safe."
Jeremy walks in to find Jeff on the couch. Fire shoots from his eyes. He tightens his jaws as he clenches and unclenches his fists. Every ounce of his being wanted to rip him apart. I have to remember our plan. He glances at his new-found father. I don't think I can do this, Barry. I really don't.
Discovering his enemy in the doorway, Jeff jumps off the couch. "What are you doing here, ape-man?"
"Is that any way to talk to your friend, Jeff?"
"We ain't friends, far from it. Right, monkey-man?"
I should have beat the fuck out of you when I had the chance. "You're going to think monkey-man." Jeremy plows him to the ground.
"Our plan, Jeremy, our plan."
"Fuck your plan, Barry, I'm going to take care of this ass wipe once and for all."
Jeremy slams Jeff's head against the floor.
"Not in my house you don't." Barry grabs his gun and aims it at the door. The boys jump. "The next one will be in your asses if you don't take it outside." They continue to glare at each other but neither moves. "Don't try my patience, you two." Barry reloads his gun.
"You heard the man, let's take this outside." Jeremy pulls Jeff off the floor.
"You think you're so tuff, ape-man, well, let's go."
"After you." Jeremy opens the door.
The three discover cruisers in the drive when the step out on the porch. They're taken aback.
"Hands in the air, do it, now," Joe yells. Rachel and their son are doing well, despite her giving birth at the crime site.
Jeremy's arms tremble as he does what he's told. "What... What's going on, Barry?"
"Remember what we discussed and you'll be alright?" He watches more cruisers pull in the drive. I hope.
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