Page 45 of Precise Justice

A horrified Robbie, standing alone across the net, could only watch. Even her teammates avoided her. The girl’s name was Amber and her Afton Lake teammates were standing around her.

Fortunately, the small, local medical center was only a block away. The ambulance, carrying a doctor and a nurse arrivedwithin a few minutes. The doctor recognized her need for a hospital immediately. They were at the gym less than ten minutes when she was wheeled out.

As they were hustling her toward the ambulance, two of her teammates walked to the net. While angrily staring at the still terrified Robbie, knowing she was a trans male, they started on her.

“You fucking freak! Look what you did,” one of the girls snarled.

“I hope you die, freak,” the other one said.

By now, the rest of the team had joined them. All of them started chanting, “Freak, freak, freak…” over and over.

In fear of her life, Robbie turned and ran to the locker room. Once inside, she went into the shower room, sat in a corner and cried.

Priscilla, a little inebriated after an evening with a male lover, parked in the garage without hitting anything. She cautiously entered the house through the kitchen. On her way upstairs she dropped off her coat and purse on a dining room chair.

Blake heard Priscilla drive into the garage. He was lying in bed in his bedroom. Another night of wondering where his wife was and with whom, also wondering what happened to his manhood and why he put up with it.

There was a time when he convinced himself he stayed for Robbie. Since Priscilla pushed Robbie into this gender mutilation, Blake realized he was only kidding himself. He had only bothered to bring the subject up once. Any decision about Robbie was none of his business.

On her way upstairs, Priscilla, in her current state, convinced herself she was as quiet as a cat. Even when she stumbled twice and fell face down on the stairs, she merely giggled. At the top of the stairs, she took a deep breath and went into her bathroom.

After flushing the toilet, Priscilla opened her medicine cabinet. As wound up as she was from the sex, Priscilla would need a sleeping pill. One of the brown prescription bottles, the oneshe wanted, was missing. Priscilla, uncertain but calm, checked the other bottles. Apparently, she had misplaced the barbiturates.

But where and how?she thought.

Suddenly a clear thought flashed through her head with the awful truth. It both awakened her and sobered her.

“Oh my God, Robbie,” she said out loud.

Blake’s bedroom was adjacent to Priscilla’s bathroom, the largest master bathroom. Wide awake, he heard her use the toilet and rummage around in her medicine cabinet.

“Junkie, bitch,” Blake whispered to himself as she searched for her pills.

A moment later he heard her say, “Oh, my God, Robbie.”

Why would she say that?Blake thought.

The next thing he heard was Priscilla flinging the hallway bathroom door open banging it against the wall. She ran down the hall, past Blake’s bedroom to Robbie’s. That was when the light went on in Blake’s head. Priscilla’s sleeping pills.

Fortunately, Robbie had neglected to lock his door. Priscilla threw it open, turned on the light screamed Robbie’s name and went to the bed.

“Robbie! Robbie! Robbie, wake up, please dear God, wake her up,” Priscilla was screaming.

Robbie was lying on her left side facing the wall. Priscilla grabbed her right side and rolled her over. She placed two fingers on her neck to look for a pulse. While doing this, Blake, in a T-shirt and pajama bottoms entered the room.

“There’s a pulse,” Priscilla said.

“Move,” Blake told her.

“What?”

“Get out of the way!” Blake ordered her.

Shocked that Blake would speak to her this way, Priscilla complied and moved.

“Come on, buddy,” Blake said while lifting Robbie up. “Get up, get up, get up. Come on, start walking!”

Robbie groaned and rolled her head. Blake, holding her up, started moving her around the bedroom.