Chapter 2 - The General's Wrath
The auditorium descended into controlled chaos. The combat medics immediately dropped to their knees beside me, gently stabilizing my arm with an air splint. Every movement sent nauseating spikes of pain straight to my brain, but I refused to let out a single scream. After two tours in active combat zones, I had learned to lock my agony behind a wall of steel.
“Get this civilian off my base,” General Hayes commanded, his hand never leaving my shoulder. “Hold her in maximum security until the federal prosecutors arrive. This is an attack on an active-duty military officer on federal property.”
Brenda’s eyes widened with genuine shock as the heavy steel handcuffs clinked around her wrists. “You can’t arrest me! I’m her mother!”
“You are a federal felon,” General Hayes growled, stepping into her personal space. “And as of five seconds ago, you are facing charges under Title 18 of the United States Code for assault with a deadly weapon on military personnel. You will not see the outside of a federal holding cell for a very long time.”
David, my stepbrother, finally stopped snickering. The smirk vanished from his pale face as an MP grabbed him by the shoulder, shoving him back into his seat. “Hey! I didn’t do anything! She’s the one who brought the chair!”
“Sit down and keep your mouth shut, son,” the second MP barked, his hand resting heavy on his sidearm. “You’re all being detained for questioning.”
My father, Thomas, finally stood up, his knees shaking. “General, please! There’s been a terrible misunderstanding. Nora has always had behavioral issues. Brenda was just... overwhelmed with emotion—”
“Be quiet, Thomas,” I rasped, forcing myself to sit up on the stretcher despite the white-hot pain. My voice was raspy, but it echoed clearly through the quiet hall. “You spent twenty years letting her beat me. You spent twenty years calling me useless while she used my mother’s life insurance money to pay for David’s college tuition.”
The entire room gasped. The local mayor sitting in the front row turned his head slowly to glare at my father with absolute disgust.
“Nora, darling, don’t say things like that in front of these people—” Thomas pleaded, stepping toward the stage.
“Do not step on my stage, civilian,” General Hayes warned, his chest expanding as he took a step forward. “Nora is under my command, under my protection, and under the protection of the United States Armed Forces. You lost your right to call her your daughter the day you let that woman treat her like an animal.”
As the medics lifted my stretcher, General Hayes leaned down beside me, his strict military demeanor softening into genuine concern. “Hold on, Specialist Vance. The surgeons are waiting for you at Womack Army Medical Center. I’ll be right behind you.”
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“My medal, sir...” I whispered, looking toward the floor where the Purple Heart lay.
General Hayes reached down, picked up the medal, wiped a speck of dust off the violet ribbon, and placed it firmly into my good hand. “Nobody takes this from you, Nora. Ever.”
