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by Sierra Sparks

  The mood in the room began to shift. I had too many stories, with too much detail and Stacey wasn’t prepared to deny them. She looked guilty as hell despite her injuries and with her past history of abusing just about anyone that go in her way, this could not have been a total surprise to her father. Turns out, he had been trying to get her to grow up and take responsibility for years.

  “Daddy! Look at me!” cried Stacey. “They beat me up! Are you going to let them beat up your daughter? She pulled out my hair!”

  “Remember when you put my ponytail in the paper cutter? And then it got caught and I had to pull several hairs out to pull myself free? I was thinking of just that when I pulled your hair out,” I added.

  “I was in high school.” snapped Stacey. “That was years ago. She did this today. Look at me!’

  “Yes, look at yourself, Stacey!” yelled Wendall. “How many years did we have to go through this, Stacey? You’re still acting like you’re still in high school. Petty rivalries, flings with the staff and then you orchestrate this? When are you going to grow up?”

  “I’m bleeding, Daddy! Look at my hair!” insisted Stacey.

  “Look at my arm!” said Trigg. “You stabbed me!”

  “Not on purpose,” Stacey dismissed. “I threw it at Hallie.”

  “You could’ve taken my eye out. You could’ve killed me! But you don’t care! You only care about yourself!” I snapped. “What is wrong with you?”

  “What is wrong with you?!” countered Stacey. “Don’t pretend like you didn’t walk around high school acting like you’re better than me!”

  “What?”

  “Yeah. I saw you. Volunteering to help the homeless. Tutoring special needs kids. That was all a ruse to make me look bad!”

  “Jesus, do you even hear yourself?” I sneered.

  It was then I began to understand the depth of Stacey’s insecurity. Deep inside, she had always been broken. Had it been her home life? Had she been so unbelievably spoiled by her parents that it left her unable to cope? Was she just a self-hating person that couldn’t forgive herself for what she had become?

  As I looked at the bloody, beaten face of Stacey, I could finally see her true self. This was her. Beaten, wounded and thrashing about for anyone to give her any kind of attention. Was it any wonder that she threw herself at Trigg and Davis the moment she could?

  Wendall sighed heavily, looking at his daughter. He had probably been through instances like this before.

  “Let me see your phone,” he asked.

  “I don’t have it,” said Stacey, defying him for the umpteenth time.

  “Here it is,” said Davis, retrieving it.

  The video was there of us having sex on the desk.

  “I’m very disappointed in you,” said Wendall. “All of you.”

  “We’ll clear out our desks,” said Davis quietly. “I hope you won’t press charges.”

  “No, wait,” I said. “Look, I know it was wrong for us to have sex in the office. That was a mistake and I’m sorry. But I’m not going to apologize for being in love with Davis and Trigg. You know they’re good men. You trusted them with your business. I know they’re good too. Fire me. I’m the one that’s new anyway. Don’t take it out on them.”

  “Give us a minute here,” Wendall said to the security people.

  The security people cleared out.

  “Okay, first, this is never going to happen again, right?” said Wendall. “Get a room next time. Like one of our guests.”

  “Absolutely, sir,” agreed Trigg.

  “The damage here comes out of your paychecks,” said Wendall. “And give me that phone.”

  Davis handed Wendall the phone.

  “Did the video upload?” he asked.

  “No,” said Davis.

  “Good,” said Wendall.

  He threw the phone to the floor and smashed it with his foot.

  “Hey! That was mine!” objected Stacey.

  “No,” he corrected. “It was my phone. I pay for everything with regards to you. Financially and with mental anguish. When is that going to stop, Stacey? When are you going to grow up?”

  “I didn’t have sex in the office!” she snapped. “Those people are the freaks!”

  “God dammit, Stacey,” said Wendall, ashamed. “Do I have to repeat your history? Do you want everyone here to know how many boyfriends you’ve had over the years? Or how about the orgy in the pool you hosted when your mother and I were away? Do you want people to know about the multiple men you’ve had sex with simultaneously? In my house? Under my roof?”

  There was definitely a long, volatile history here.

  “You were never around! What do you care?” she snapped.

  “You tortured this poor girl! Bullied her out of school?!” said Wendall. “I’m sorry, Hallie. I knew some of what she did, but obviously not all.”

  “This isn’t my fault!” Stacey insisted. “I didn’t do anything!”

  “Be quiet now,” said Wendall. “You’ve done enough. The internship is over. I’m going to send you to one of my other resorts. A smaller one.”

  “I’m not interning at a smaller resort!” snapped Stacey.

  “No, you aren’t,” said Wendall. “You’re going to work on staff. Starting as a housekeeper. Well, an assistant housekeeper, anyway.”

  “I’m not doing that!” insisted Stacey.

  “Well then, you won’t get a new phone or anything else,” Wendall promised. “Go get a job on your own then. And you can forget about me paying for the car!”

  “Okay-okay!” said Stacey, crying. “I’ll go. But can I go get some bandages first?”

  Stacey left the room crying. I was beginning to feel the bruises and pain from the fight myself. My face started to puff up. I got a tissue and dabbed the blood where Stacey scratched me.

  “So, just to be clear. Everyone keeps their job, no more monkey business on company time,” said Wendall. “We keep this entire incident between us and put it behind us. No lawsuit, no police. And clean this place up before you go.”

  “Thanks Wendall,” said Trigg, shaking his hand. “And for what it’s worth, we’re really sorry.”

  “Yeah, Wendall,” said Davis. “This was totally unprofessional. It won’t happen again.”

  “Oh, I know it won’t,” said Wendall. “Because then I will fire you all.”

  “I’m sorry too, Mr. Martin,” I apologized.

  “Wendall, please,” he corrected.

  “Wendall,” I said. “It was just— After so many years— I hope she’s okay.”

  “She’ll be fine,” he assured. “I’ll get her to a doctor and maybe a therapist. Maybe someday, she might even be able to apologize to you personally. I blame myself. If I had done a better job raising her… Well, anyhow. Get yourself and this place cleaned up.”

  Wendall exited and closed the door. I felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off me. There were two parts to my life. With Stacey and now, After Stacey. After Stacey sounded awesome.

  “I think I’m going to go to the emergency room,” said Trigg. “I might need some stitches.”

  “Yeah, me too,” limped Davis. “I think she broke a bone in my foot. What about you Hallie?”

  “I think I’m good,” I said confidently. “A bit banged and bruised, but nothing broken. Just going to take an Advil and start to clean this place up. Why don’t you guys slip out the back? No sense in the rest of the staff seeing you.”

  “Yeah, that sounds like a good call,” said Trigg. “I’ll drive, but you help me steer.”

  “You and me, buddy,” said Davis. “You didn’t even have to ask.”

  The boys headed out and I started sweeping up the mess. In a hotel, there’s no shortage of cleaning supplies. The computers and printer were destroyed. It was going to cost us about three grand between us to replace it all. Not a bad price to pay.

  I was finally free of Stacey. The past no longer haunted me, like a little ghost that wouldn’t leave. I found o
ne of the photocopied yearbook pictures, tore it in half and threw it into the trash. It was a fitting epitaph to today.

  With the past finally behind me, I could concentrate on the future. The future looked very bright indeed. I had found love and a career and had literally faced my demon. Not a bad day’s work!

  Chapter 16

  Hallie

  What a difference a few weeks made. After everything that happened at the office, things blew over pretty quickly. The staff had some uncomfortable questions, but they were easy to put off. After all, it wasn’t the first time something embarrassing happened at a hotel.

  As Wendall requested, we repaired the office at our own expense and within a few days, it was like it never happened. Davis had a cracked bone in his foot, but he wore a brace and recovered after a couple of weeks. Trigg wore a new scar on his arm. I told him that at least he could say he was once in a knife fight. My scratches, fortunately, left no scars and I could finally move on with my life.

  The three of us decided to move in together. It seemed only natural since we had basically decided to be together forever. I spent so much time at Davis and Trigg’s houses, my apartment seemed like a waste of money anyway.

  Davis, always the industrious one, figured that he and Trigg could both sell their houses and get us something bigger. We picked out a great place on a tree-lined street that had bedrooms for everyone and a few extras for guests. That ended up being a good thing. We were about to have some.

  The three of us settled down into a great routine, working in the day and living together during the nights. As a domesticated three, we had our pets (Muffles and Arfy, amazingly, became fast friends) and a great sex life.

  About the fourth or fifth week in our new home, I started to get sick. I was throwing up in the mornings, but I didn’t feel like I had the flu. Trigg suggested a pregnancy test, but I was sure that was impossible. I was always super-careful about taking my pill, but after putting him off for several days, I finally went out and bought one.

  “Is that the pregnancy test?” said Trigg, one morning as we got ready for work.

  “Yeah,” I explained. “I should probably do it when we come home.”

  “Baby, if you’re pregnant, we need to know now. And if you’re really sick, then it’s even more important we need to know. Why wait?”

  I went into my bathroom and peed on the stick. Davis knocked on the door, looking for the hair dryer. He was always borrowing mine. He saw the stick on the counter.

  “Did you do it? What’s it say?”

  Trigg came running in from the other room.

  “What’s the verdict?” he asked.

  “Guys, relax, there’s no way I’m---“

  I looked at the stick. It was positive and blue.

  “Holy shit,” I gasped. “What the fuck, pill?”

  “Oh…,” said Davis, shocked.

  “Wow,” said Trigg.

  “How could this happen?!” I said, freaking out. “I’m on the pill! I’m on the fucking pill!”

  “Look at the box,” said Davis. “The pill is only 98% effective. Sometimes it doesn’t work.”

  “Oh, my God,” said Trigg, doubly shocked. “I didn’t know that! All this time? There was a two percent chance?!”

  “What are we going to do?” said Davis, worried.

  “What the fuck do you mean by that?!” snapped Trigg.

  “You know what I mean!”

  The boys started arguing. They weren’t really mad about me being pregnant, they were more mad about not knowing who the father was. I reminded them that a paternity test would absolutely tell us that. Then I pointed out that they shared me, a house, a career. Why not share fatherhood?

  “I’m sure you’ll love the baby as much as you love me,” I said.

  “Do you want to get married?” asked Trigg. “No, wait. I shouldn’t have said it like that. Will you marry me? I mean us— Wait, can we do that?”

  “Not legally,” said Davis. “We could have a private ceremony of our own though. Just friends.”

  “Can we have it at the resort where Stacey is working?” I asked a little sinisterly. “I want to see how she cleans my room.”

  “Actually, Wendall had to move her back to his office,” said Davis. “Surprise-surprise, she didn’t work out.”

  “Damn, that girl is just not a people person,” quipped Trigg

  We shared a good laugh over that. Maybe it was a little mean to make fun of Stacey, but it wasn’t like she didn’t deserve it.

  Davis wondered openly me having sex with both of them at the same time doubled the two percent chance of the pill not working. I promised I’d ask the doctor. Then I realized, that I would have to start seeing a doctor regular, no more drinking or partying. I had to really start taking care of myself, not just for us, but for the baby. It would really change everything.

  “We going to need a new EA,” said Davis. “I guess you could train your replacement.”

  “Wait, what?” I asked. “Why are you getting rid of me?”

  “Someone has to take care of the baby,” suggested Davis.

  “Uh, oh, now you’ve done it!” kidded Trigg.

  “I can do both,” I assured him, crossing my arms. “The hotel has maternity leave, right?”

  “Yeah, but, wouldn’t you rather be a stay-at-home-mom?” asked Davis. “I mean, that’s how my mother raised me. I’m just saying.”

  “Well, maybe I want to keep my career,” I said. “I don’t know. Jeez, you think you can give me some time to think about it before you shitcan me?”

  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” apologized Davis. “This should be a happy day. Actually, we should go out and celebrate tonight. We could go to Chumley’s.”

  “Yeah, get you nice and f— I mean, well-fed,” said Trigg correcting himself.

  “Jeez, should I even have steak? I’d better start looking up stuff online,” I said. “We have a lot to do for this baby and it’s not even born!”

  “Should I buy the pickles and ice cream yet?” kidded Trigg.

  “Just cool your jets. Ya know, let’s get ready for work,” I said. “We could talk more about this at breakfast.”

  We usually got at the hotel about an hour before we had to clock in. It was a great time to go into the kitchen and sample the breakfast buffet before it was taken out to the guests. We had everything at ME: sausage, bacon, pancakes, waffles, eggs, bagels, muffins… If it was part of breakfast, our cooks made it. It was unlimited and free to the staff on break or early like us.

  Typically, we’d eat in the break room with the rest of the staff, but this time we decided to eat in the office. We had more private matters to discuss. Davis seemed really nervous. He got an unusually high stack of pancakes, covered them with syrup and butter and was wolfing them down.

  “God,” he said. “I’ve never been so hungry.”

  “That’s it,” said Trigg, throwing down his fork. “The baby’s his. I know it.”

  “Why do you say that?” I asked.

  “Look at him! He’s having sympathy hunger pains. One day and he’s eating like a competitive eater.” said Trigg. “I just know it.”

  “Well, I’ll find out for sure. When I go to the doctor, you guys both come,” I explained. “That way, we can get the test right there.”

  “What? They take blood?” asked Trigg.

  “Not anymore,” said Davis with a mouthful of pancakes. “They rub the inside of your cheek with a swab.”

  “D, relax,” said Trigg. “You’re not the one eating for two.”

  “I’m just a little nervous,” he said. “I didn’t check the schools near where we live. Are they good? Holy shit! Sex offenders! What if there’s a sex offender living next to us?! We’ll have to move!”

  “D, calm down,” I said. “I’m sure everything will be fine. We’ll figure things out, okay?”

  There was a long pause as we ate our breakfast. There was something special in that silence when you eat with people you l
ove. Then Trigg broke the silence.

  “How many kids do you guys want to have?” he asked.

  “Holy shit, man,” said Davis. “I’m going to need some more pancakes.”

  “Slow down, Trigg,” I laughed. “I haven’t even thought about it.”

  “Well we can’t just have one!” he insisted. “That’s no good.”

  “How many were you thinking exactly?” I asked.

  “Four or five?” he suggested.

  “Four or five?!” said Davis. “Do you know what college costs?!”

  “We have time to think about this,” I assured him. “You have to take a chill pill. I’m sure we’ll figure out the baby. People have been having babies for thousands of years.”

  Georgia had wandered in from the front desk. Since the incident, we had an open door policy so as not to have a repeat of the incident or even be tempted. She had overheard that last part.

  “Oh, my God,” she said. “Are you pregnant, Hallie? Congratulations!”

  “Yeah, thanks,” I smiled.

  By the reaction on the boys’ faces, Georgia thought for a moment she overstepped her bounds.

  “Oh, wait, did you not tell anyone? I can keep it a secret if you’re not telling people yet,” she promised.

  “Oh, no-no-no, it’s fine,” assured Davis. “It’s just, uh, a surprise. Kinda.”

  “Who’s the— Oh, I probably shouldn’t ask. I’m sorry,” said Georgia. “Your lifestyle is different. I’m cool with it. I’m sure you’ll figure it out. Do you know if it’s a boy or girl yet?”

  “Not yet,” I said. “I literally just took the test today.”

  “Oh, the home pregnancy test,” she realized. “You need to go to a doctor to confirm. I had a cousin, took the test, thought she was pregnant. Next thing you know, she gets married and then no baby. False positive. Ended up getting divorced.”