Boys South of the Mason Dixon
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“Wait until you fall in love,” Steel said to him.
He shook his head. “Sure as hell won’t be Scarlet or Dixie. I can abso-fuckin’-lutely promise you that.”
Steel grinned and I knew we were going to be okay. Eventually. Maybe not tomorrow or next week, but one day, all this would be behind us. One day we could all be happy for each other.
“Come on, let’s go stop them. Not sure they’ll stop on their own,” I told Steel, standing up.
“About damn time. You two take a few swings then chat it out while Brent’s getting beat to death,” Dallas said running down the hill.
“Get your asses up off that grass and stop that nonsense. I’m not having it. It’s ridiculous and a waste of time. That girl’s done run off. Get over it, the both of you,” Momma’s voice rang over the yard as she stood with a basket full of tomatoes from the garden.
Both of them paused.
“I mean it. Go wash the blood off,” she looked our way. “All of you. Then get to work. I ain’t making no breakfast for the likes of this bunch. Acting such a way as that.”
Brent and Bray didn’t make a move to continue.
“What about me? I didn’t fight with anyone.” Dallas said looking panicked over the idea of no breakfast.
“I’m sure you did something to be punished. Fix yourself some cheese toast. I got work to do.”
She didn’t wait to see if we did as she said. She just knew we would. Brent didn’t look as bad as Dallas was sure he would. They looked equally beaten to me. Brent’s anger and hurt had given him more of a fight.
Their hurt wouldn’t heal any time soon. What Bray had done couldn’t be forgiven easily. Brent would need a lot of time.
He looked at Bray. “This doesn’t make it okay.” That was all he said before walking up the hill and out to the barn to wash up.
“Fucking women,” Dallas said shaking his head.
One day he’d meet one that made him change his mind.
We didn’t get all washed up nor did we get ready for work.
The ambulance siren stopped us all. It was close. Too close.
Luke Monroe
STANDING OUTSIDE THE barn, I heard Charlotte screaming hysterically. I think I died a thousand deaths in that moment. The terrified sound coming from my wife was unlike anything I’d ever witnessed. The time it took for me to run from the barn to the house seemed forever although it was only seconds. My whole world was is that house. With each foot I got closer to the house, I knew I wasn’t ready to face what was awaiting me inside.
Bursting through the door, I found Charlotte bent over my daughter’s limp body doing CPR. For a second, my vision went blank. I quickly moved her out of the way and took over.
“Ambulance is on its way,” she wailed. “She was just standing there when she suddenly went pale and collapsed. I thought she’d fainted. But her heart,” Charlotte let out a loud sob. “Oh, God, please don’t take our baby. Please, God, please,” she begged as I continued doing chest compressions to get Dixie’s heart beating again. My own seemed to have stopped. My baby girl was lifeless under my hands. No parent should ever have to experience this.
The siren came, but I didn’t stop. I heard Charlotte run to the door, screaming at them to hurry. I just kept pressing on her chest, begging her heart to start beating. I wasn’t letting my girl die. She was too young and so full of life. This wasn’t happening.
I felt hands on my shoulders trying to move me back, but I fought against them. “No! She needs me!” I screamed.
“Luke, let them save her,” Charlotte pleaded. “Please, save her!” she cried out at the EMTs who were now using a defibrillator on Dixie. Right there on our living room floor.
“It’s beating,” One man yelled as another moved her to a stretcher.
“Life Flight is here,” another said.
I ran after them as they hurried my baby out the door and to the helicopter that had landed in my front yard.
I saw the Sutton boys running up the hill just as they were loading Dixie onto the helicopter.
“We’re taking her to Memorial,” a woman explained to me and hurried in behind them.
“We can give you a ride in the ambulance. It will be quicker,” the man who had moved me off Dixie offered.
Charlotte was weeping uncontrollably. I turned to her only to realize my own vision was blurred from tears. What had just happened?
“Mr. and Mrs. Monroe, are you ready to leave?”
I couldn’t move. My little girl was unconscious and being taken to a hospital in a helicopter. “What happened?” I asked, shaking my head in confusion.
“We don’t know yet. But they will soon.”
Charlotte buried herself against my chest, her sobs turning into full body shakes.
“What happened?” Asher Sutton roared from nearby, his face void of color and the same terror running through my veins mirrored in his own eyes.
“We need to go. Get you there as soon as possible,” the EMT insisted.
“They need to get to their daughter, so we’re going to have to ask you all to move back,” the man said addressing the Sutton boys who all stood behind Asher, looking stricken.
Climbing into the back of the ambulance, I felt like I wasn’t in my body anymore. It felt like I was hovering above, watching all this unfold. This couldn’t be real. This wasn’t happening. I heard Asher Sutton demanding answers and pleading for some hope. I heard them give him the hospital name before the doors to the ambulance closed and the sirens started to howl.
Never had I felt so helpless.
Charlotte Monroe
I had just finished cleaning up the breakfast table when I realized that Dixie hadn’t come down as early as she normally did on work days. I’d called up to her and she’d said she’d be down in a minute. When she walked into the living room, her face looked ashen and her eyes tired.
“Are you sick, sweetheart?” I had asked.
She frowned. “I think I might be. I was fine when I woke up, but as soon as I started walking around, I began to feel funny. I feel weak and I can’t take really deep breaths. It’s weird.”
I became concerned. “I hope you’ve not got that flu going around. It’s a nasty stomach one. You may be dehydrated. Let me get you some juice. Sit down. I’ll call the salon and let them know you’re not well.”
She nodded. “Okay.” But she didn’t move. Her eyes appeared to lose focus as she stared at me. As if they were suddenly empty.
Then she’d just collapsed right there. On the floor.
I closed my eyes as the horror of those moments replayed over and over in my head. I’d checked her pulse then and couldn’t find it. If it was there, it was weak. Too weak. The screaming, calling for help, and then working to bring her back all ran together into one horrifying memory. I felt paralyzed by fear.
A loud sob startled me and I felt Luke’s body shudder against mine. He wailed. The sound of pure pain. One that only a parent could feel for his child. His little girl. Another wail ripped through him and I held onto him. He’d been strong. Worked on her heart without pause. Now he was breaking apart and I wasn’t whole myself. We were slowly shattering together.
“My baby,” he sobbed as he held onto me. Tears streamed down my face. This was the first time I’d ever heard my husband cry. I wanted to tell him she would be okay. That she was going to be fine. But I needed someone to tell me that. She wasn’t mine by blood, but she’d been mine by heart for many many years. And if she didn’t make it, she’d take my heart with her, too.