It was a Thursday
By Carol Lynne
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It was a Thursday. The day one eighteen-year-old gunman would change the lives of an entire town.
Principal Mark Kurtz loved his school. He worked hard to give his students every advantage in life, but he could have never predicted that on a warm day in May, a distraught senior would commit an unimaginable act of vengeance on his classmates.
In the aftermath of the shooting that left both students and faculty members dead, Mark must deal with his own guilt while trying to help those around him feel safe once again.
Mark's problems are compounded when an old flame, Lane Warner, arrives in town to help treat the trauma victims. How can he possibly deal with his own guilt, be there for his seventeen-year-old son and confront the part of himself he's always denied while trying to heal a broken community?
Carol Lynne
An avid reader for years, one day Carol Lynne decided to write her own brand of erotic romance. While writing her first novel, Branded by Gold, Carol fell in love with the M/M genre. Carol juggles between being a full-time mother and a full-time writer. With well over one hundred releases, one thing is certain, Carol loves to keep busy writing sexy cowboys, shifters, bodyguards, vampires and everything in between. Although series books are her passion, Carol enjoys penning the occasional stand-alone title. As founder and President of GRL Retreat, Inc., Carol helps organize the annual GayRomLit Retreat. Now in its sixth year, GayRomLit is an annual retreat that brings together the people who create and celebrate LGBT romance for a one-of-a-kind, must-attend gathering of dynamic, informal, and diverse fun.
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It was a Thursday - Carol Lynne
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It was a Thursday
ISBN # 978-1-78430-891-9
©Copyright Carol Lynne 2015
Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright November 2015
Edited by Sue Meadows
Pride Publishing
This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.
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Published in 2015 by Pride Publishing, Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN
Pride Publishing is a subsidiary of Totally Entwined Group Limited.
IT WAS A THURSDAY
Carol Lynne
It was a Thursday. The day one eighteen-year-old gunman would change the lives of an entire town.
Principal Mark Kurtz loved his school. He worked hard to give his students every advantage in life, but he could have never predicted that on a warm day in May, a distraught senior would commit an unimaginable act of vengeance on his classmates.
In the aftermath of the shooting that left both students and faculty members dead, Mark must deal with his own guilt while trying to help those around him feel safe once again.
Mark’s problems are compounded when an old flame, Lane Warner, arrives in town to help treat the trauma victims. How can he possibly deal with his own guilt, be there for his seventeen-year-old son and confront the part of himself he’s always denied while trying to heal a broken community?
Dedication
Dedicated to a nation in need of healing and change. Today is not yesterday, tomorrow is not guaranteed.
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Johnnie Walker: Diageo
Jeep Wrangler: FCA US LLC
Toyota: Toyota Motor Company
Prius: Toyota Motor Company
Hot Rod: Source Interlink
Nationals: Major League Baseball
Jack Daniels: Brown-Forman Corporation
Vans: VF Outdoor, Inc.
Xbox: Microsoft Corporation
Skittles: Mars, Inc.
Twitter: Twitter, Inc.
Chapter One
Mark Kurtz paused in the process of scrubbing his hands to throw back another swallow of the dark amber liquid that had been his constant companion since the shooting. He didn’t take notice of the raw skin under the nail brush or the sound of the ringing phone because once again he was lost to the memories.
A loud crack pierced Mark’s ears as he sat in his office, checking the weather report. The blood froze in his veins when he realized what he’d just heard. Fuck.
He jumped up and rushed around his desk. A second shot rang out as he threw open his door. Code Red,
he yelled as he ran through the administration office.
Juvenile screams nearly drowned out the third and fourth rounds as he hit the hallway and tried to assess the direction from which they’d been fired. Gym? He did his best to push down thoughts of his own son as he raced toward the gathered class of 2015 while the loudspeaker overhead ordered students and teachers to follow lockdown procedures. The school board had fought him when he’d insisted on implementing the Code Red drills after several shootings across the country had put students and teachers at the mercy of a madman with a gun, but he hadn’t backed down until they’d given in to parental pressure.
By the time he neared the first set of double doors that led to the gymnasium, all hell was breaking loose. He fought to stay on his feet as the panicked students pushed and trampled their own classmates in search of safety. Mark did his best to hold his ground as he fought his way into the gym. He had no real idea of what he’d do once he made it inside, but a bullet in him meant one less in a student.
While squeezing his bigger body between the crush of students and the metal door frame, one of the lock plates scraped against the side of his face, but suddenly, he was inside. The coppery scent of blood mixed with the pungent smell of gunpowder filled his nostrils. It only took a moment to spot the gunman.
Mark skidded to a stop. Scott!
he shouted over the echoing screams. He couldn’t believe the devastation had come from the confident, fun-loving senior in front of him. No. Scott didn’t fit the profile.
Scott Brown, better known as Skittles, lowered the gun slightly before turning to face Mark. He blinked several times, as if coming out of a trance. Principal Kurtz?
Holding his hands up and out to his sides, Mark took three steps forward. Put the gun down, Scott.
Scott quickly scanned the gym’s interior. You know I can’t do that. Just look at what I’ve done.
It’ll be okay,
Mark tried to reason. We’ll get you help.
He heard several students moan but didn’t take his eyes off the boy with the gun.
I’ve had to fight every day to be true to who I really am, knowing it would be easier if I were someone else. I’m tired of fighting,
Scott’s voice quavered as he raised his arm again.
Mark braced himself as he watched the gun swing upward. Not me, not me, he silently prayed. Is that what this’s about? Is someone bullying you?
Yes, sir.
Scott’s eyes swept the carnage he’d wrought before returning his gaze to Mark. His facial expression seemed to change from sorrow and guilt to pure hatred. They thought because they weren’t on school property they’d get away with taking my self-respect. I had to show them they were wrong.
Before Mark could react, Scott pressed the gun to his own temple and fired.
I’ve been calling you for an hour!
Max yelled after opening the back door. You scared the shit out of me.
Mark jumped at the sound of his son’s voice. He methodically put the scrub brush back into the soap dish before turning off the hot water. Sorry. Reporters are still calling for an exclusive, so I’ve just stopped answering the phone.
Max grabbed a dishtowel off the counter before moving to Mark’s side. He gently wrapped Mark’s bleeding hands in the towel. You have to stop this.
He eyed the half-empty bottle of Johnnie Walker beside the sink. I’m worried about you, Dad.
I’m fine,
Mark lied.
Max lifted Mark’s wrapped hands. This is not you being fine. Do you want me to call Dr. Long?
Mark shook his head. He’d spoken to the psychiatrist three times a week for nearly two months, and it hadn’t done a damn bit of good. I’m just nervous about tomorrow. That’s all.
What’s tomorrow?
Max asked.
I have to go back to work to get ready for the new school year. It’s the reason the press is still interested.
Mark tried to muster a smile for his son. You’ll be a big senior this year. Nervous?
Sure, but it has nothing to do with being a senior and we both know it.
Max released his hold on Mark before opening the refrigerator. We’re all scared, Dad. It’s going to be as hard on us as it is on you, but you don’t see me getting drunk in the middle of the day or scrubbing the skin off my hands.
Mark bit the inside of his cheek to keep from saying what he really wanted to say. He should have been grateful Max hadn’t been anywhere near the gym when Scott had opened fire. He should’ve been over the moon that his only son hadn’t been forced to choose which of the students to help before the paramedics could arrive. Nope, only he had stared into the eyes of a dying Mitch Crawford while trying to stem the bleeding from Julie Rosedale’s chest wound.
You’re right,
Mark finally agreed. I’ve got two weeks to face my demons before you kids come back. Don’t worry. I’ll have my head straight by then.
* * * *
I’m heading out,
Max called as he descended the stairs.
You never said how your dad was when you saw him earlier?
Ally asked. She wished she could get her ex-husband to open up to her. Even after their divorce, they’d remained good friends, and it was killing her to see Mark struggle with the guilt she knew he felt.
Max paused at the living room threshold with a battered navy blue backpack slung over his shoulder. The same. He goes back to school for the first time tomorrow, so I thought I’d just crash over at his place for the next few days.
Is that where you’re going now?
she asked.
No, Jinks thought it’d be a good idea to spend the night at the beach house one last time before heading back to school.
Grab your sweatshirt,
Ally reminded her son. And if you’re going to be drinking, make sure you stay put.
Max grinned. I know, Mom. You’ve only drilled that into my head since I started high school.
He moved to place a quick kiss on her cheek. Love you.
Love you, too, baby.
Ally watched her son until he was out of the front door. She listened to the sound of his Jeep Wrangler as it fired up and pulled out of the driveway before reaching for the phone. Shortly after the shooting, she’d received a call from Dr. Lane Warner, a psychologist and old friend of Mark’s. She’d easily remembered Mark’s old fraternity buddy, so she didn’t think it was odd when he’d reached out to Mark once the news of the shooting hit every paper and television station across the country.
Ally had informed Lane that they were no longer married but she would ask Mark to call him. She still couldn’t explain what it was about Lane, but the two of them had begun to talk about Mark and how he was dealing with the shooting. After nearly two hours of pouring her heart out to the virtual stranger, she’d felt so much better about the situation. When she’d mentioned Lane’s call to Mark, her ex-husband hadn’t taken the news well. Not only had Mark refused to call Lane, but he’d told her to hang up the next time he called. She’d done no such thing, and over the following weeks, had spoken to Lane on several occasions. Lane was a renowned child psychologist and if talking to him would help her understand the insanity of Scott