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Shots Fired

"Well, what do you think?" My mother asked me after the police officer left.

"I don't know Mom. It's a long way away. It's not like the Goodwill Games where we only stayed for two weeks. We're talking about four years here." I answered.

"I know it's far away, but I want to do what is best for you. If anything were to happen to you, I would never forgive myself." My mother was close to tears. She knew I wouldn't be able to say no to her if she started crying.

"Mom, maybe this guy is all talk." I answered trying to convince myself that it was the truth. I knew it wasn't. That guy had meant business.

"I talked to your father last night." My father lived in the next town over, but I still didn't see him that often.

I sighed. "What did he want?"

"He just wants to make sure that you are okay. I think he would agree that if going to America means that you are safe, then you should go."

"But what about my friends?" I asked.

"You will make new friends. Besides, didn't you tell me your friends haven't been that nice to you since the games."

My mom was right, my friends have abandoned me. I just wasn't sure about going to a new place to live. "It just seams so far away."

"I know it does sweetheart." My mother kissed the top of my head. "But, the officer said they had a great hockey program. I think you will feel a lot better if you can get back into hockey without having all the criticism."

"What if people recognize me there?"

"Who cares if they do. No one in America is going to want to kill you because you lost the tournament. They won remember?"

I sighed. "How can I forget. That's why I'm in this mess."

"So what do you say. Will you go, for me?"

I looked into my mothers eyes and the answer was clear. "Yeah, I'll go." I answered.

"Good. We'll go down to the police station tomorrow and let the officer know."

My mother woke me up early the next morning. I didn't see why I couldn't just sleep in and go to the police station sometime around noon. "Just get up." My mother yelled at me.

I did as she asked and was dressed and downstairs five minutes later. We drove the ten minutes to the police station and stepped out into the parking lot. Two seconds later I heard the shots fired. I panicked when I saw that my mother had been hit. My attention turned to her and I didn't notice when the next shot was fired. I immediately felt the pain in my leg as I fell to the ground.

I looked up to see that the cops were surrounding us and sirens could be heard in the background. The pain was too intense for me to bare and I blacked out. When I woke up I was in a cold hospital room with my father standing over me. "You're finally awake." he said to me. "Everyone has been so worried about you."

"What happened?" I asked, still wondering why I was in the hospital.

"You were shot in the leg." My father answered me. "It broke your leg and you had to have surgery."

It was starting to come back to me. We were at the police station and shots were fired at us. We. We. Mom was with me. She got shot too. Where is she? Is she alright? "What about mom? Is she okay?"

"She is fine. She got hit in the shoulder, but she will be okay. She's more worried about you. You've been out for a couple of days now."

"How did you know we were here?" I asked.

"The police phoned me. I know we don't see each other as often as we would like, but I do love you son."

I sighed as the officer from the other night came in. "I know Dad."

"Son." The officer said as he stood next to me. "How are you feeling?"

"Sore." I answered, noticing the cast for the first time.

"Well that can be expected." he told me. "Apparently the man was aiming for you and missed, hitting your mother. He got you on the second try."

"He?" I asked.

"A witness says he saw a man in black running away from the scene." I nodded and he continued on. "I talked to my friend in Minneapolis. He is still willing to accept you in on a hockey scholarship. That is if you want to go there."

"I'm still going to be able to play hockey after this?"

"Not at your original position your not." My father answered me. "The doctor said you wouldn't be able to regain all of your skating skills. Mainly your speed. You can still play, but only at the goalie position."

"I would play goalie at Eden Hall?" I asked the officer.

"After your leg heels and after some training in the position. But that's not the important thing. The important thing is that you will be out of danger."

"But what about Mom? Someone has to take care of her."

My father smiled. "Don't worry son. I'll take good care of your mother. I'll move back in with her and make to make sure that she is safe."

I felt comforted, knowing that my father was going to be there. How could I say no. "When am I leaving?"

"In a few days." The officer answered. "They will be expecting you next week. We'll get your appearance changed and you'll be on your way."

I smiled. "Great." It was decided, I was going to Minnesota. I was still a little unsure, but everyone thought it would make the threats go away. Boy were they wrong.

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