Today had been an amazing day for Major General Michael Holden. The kind of day he hadn't had in a while. Don't get it wrong, he lived a wonderful life. He had a beautiful wife and daughter who he loved very much. But today he got to go fishing! He had finally managed to snag a day off to head up to Lake Greenwood.
It had been amazing. He had caught trout and salmon the length of his forearm! Ohh, it was a beautiful catch. He wished he had time for fishing like that everyday. Nothing could get him down after something like that… or almost nothing.
Pulling into his driveway as heavy rain began to pelt from the sky, Michael smiled. It had waiting to pour until he had gotten home. Ohh yeah, it was his lucky day alright.
"Claudia Joy? I'm home!" Michael called as he stepped into his warm house, just in time to avoid the down pour. He smelled sweet home cooking and followed the drool-worthy scent to the kitchen, where he found his amazing wife pouring over a law school text book. His blue eyes ghosting over her handy work, which was nothing sort of phenomenal…as usual.
"Hi sweetheart. How'd it go?" Claudia Joy smiled, glancing up from her school work. She put down her neon yellow highlighter to give her husband of twenty years a 'welcome home' peck on the cheek.
"Fantastic! Nothing like the great outdoors. You almost finished with your law paper?" the General asked, stirring their dinner while the FRG Leader picked up her highlighter again.
"Not quite but I'm getting there." CJ laughed, as she watched the Post Commander approach the white stair banister.
"Well I'll leave it too then. I'm gonna go say 'hi' to Emmalin real quick, honey." Michael chuckled, stepping up the stairs two at a time.
"She's in her room, I think." Claudia Joy called after him.
"Emmalin?" the Father asked, rapping on her open door lightly.
"Oh. Hey Dad. You done fishing?" Emmalin asked as her father entered her pink bedroom.
"Just as it started raining. How was your day, Em?" The General questioned, kissing the top of his remaining daughter's head. He sat on the edge of her green flowered bedspread.
"Pretty good. Jeremy and I went to the beach." the Army Brat smiled. Today Jeremy taught her how to surf, or at least tried to. Turns out she wasn't just clumsy on land but on sea too. But either ways it had been a blast.
"Hey kiddo there's something on your floor right here. Let me get it." the General leaned down to pick the shiny silver container off his daughter's otherwise spotless floor. Turning the silver pack in his hands he realized what he originally thought was trash was a pill holder, a birth control holder, "Emmalin Jane Holden, what the hell are you doing with birth control pills? I swear to God I'll kill that Sherwood boy! He's having sex with a minor, I'm sending his sorry ass straight to prison!" His voice was rising, that blue vein in his forehead throbbing. How the hell could this be happening. His daughter, his little girl, was being ravaged by some asshole?
"Dad…no! It's…I swear we aren't having sex!" Emmalin swore, as her father leapt from the bed, throwing accusations at her. The seventeen didn't have a clue what to do, her father had never talked to her like this before.
"Don't give me that! You're covering for him. You spread your legs like a little whore and now you're covering for his sorry ass!" Michael yelled throwing Emmalin's hamper on to her previously clean floor, searching for a single item of Jeremy Sherwood's clothing. Some evidence to support his theory.
"Dad! We haven't used those. He's never touched me!" the seventeen year old promised, tears forming in her eyes as her father continued to ransack her room and yell.
"Bull! You want to act like a little whore?" Michael shouted angrily. With one hand he pulled the contents of Emmalin's dresser open. Anything, everything. If he found so much as single hair of Special Sherwood's he would have the soldier locked up for pedophilia.
"I…I'm not." Emmalin cried, as the General continued to trash everything like a crazy person.
"Claudia Joy!" Michael called, the birth control pills in hand as he trekked down the stairs in search of his wife. He wanted answers.
Seeing her father rush from the room, the seventeen year old saw her opportunity. Without a second thought, she climbed down from her open window. The cool wet air and rain hitting her body roughly. One destination on her mind.
Soaked to the bone, the Army Brat pounded on the light cherry wood door. She hoped he'd be here, she wouldn't have anywhere to go if he wasn't. The barracks had an over-crowding issue due to a flooding of one wing so he'd returned to living with his parents full time. Where else could he be?
Hearing the light rap on his front door, Specialist Jeremy Sherwood hurried to it. Whoever it was out there was probably soaked to the bone! Throwing open the wooden door, words couldn't describe his shock at feeling a soaking wet body throwing itself into his arms. Recovering from his brief surprise, he pulled his sobbing girlfriend into his chest and carried her into the house. What the hell happened?