William Bernhardt - Midnight Before Christmas

He just couldnt stand it anymore. He cocked his arm back, clenched his fist, and propelled it on a line drive toward the other mans jaw.

His fist connected with a sickening thud. The other mans body crumpled to the front lawn like a hand puppet without a hand.

Bonnie screamed. Frank! Frank! She pressed her hands against her cheeks, seemingly paralyzed with shock and fear. Carl, what have you done?

She crouched beside the stricken man, cradling his head in her lap, brushing her hand over his closed eyes. Frankie, are you all right? Speak to me! Please!

Carl stepped back, somewhat subdued now that his opponent was out of commission. I didnt think I hit him that hard.

You maniac! Bonnie shouted. Hes unconscious!

Carl inched forward. Let me take a look at him.

Get back! Stay away! Help! Help!

Neighbors began to emerge from the Federal-style homes lining the streets. Women in aprons stood in elaborate fan doorways, men burdened with packages huddled beneath porticos, all of them wondering what the commotion was about. A crowd gathered at the closest corner.

Carl grabbed Bonnie by the arms and jerked her to her feet. Stop yelling! Stop! He raised his hand as if to slap her.

Help me! Bonnie continued. Someone please help me!

Out the corner of his eye, Carl could see some of the neighbors cautiously moving forward. One woman was dialing a cellular phone.

He lowered his hand. I just want to see my son!

You cant. Hes mine!

Hes ours, Bonnie.

The judge gave him to me.

The judge gave you custody-

And he gave you nothing!

Bonnie, please. I have to see Tommy. I need to see him.

Why? So you can beat him up, too? Im not letting you anywhere near him!

Carl clenched his teeth. I have to see him, Bonnie. Hes my son!

Over my dead body!

Carls face became grim. Dont say that, Bonnie. Dont say that.

Frank, the man sprawled across the front lawn, stirred. He propped himself up on one arm, blinking rapidly.

Frankie! Bonnie ran to his side. Are you all right?

Frank rubbed his jaw. I think Ill live. But theres an off-key symphony playing in my head.

Frankie, go into the house.

Im not going to leave you here with-

Frankie, please. Its for the best.

Frank hesitated, as if itching to disagree, but finally relented. With some effort, he pulled himself to his feet and hobbled toward the front door of the house.

Bonnie whirled back on Carl. You couldve killed him!

I wish. Carl pounded his fists together. That sorry SOB sees more of my boy than I do.

Thats because Frank doesnt lose his temper. She drew in her breath. And he doesnt drink.

Carls face seemed to dissolve. Bonnie He stretched out his hand. Ive been going to meetings.

Save it for your parole officer, Carl. I can smell your breath from here.

Bonnie, please-

I dont want you hanging around, Carl. I dont want you stalking us, harassing us. And I especially dont want you anywhere near Tommy.

But, Bonnie, its Christmas Eve!

I dont care, Carl. I cant trust you. I cant take the risk.

But its Christmas Eve! A family should be together.

The family is together, Carl. Me, Tommy, and Frank.

Im his father. Not-

You dont know what being a father means, Carl. You never did.

Bonnie, Im begging you-

Its time you learned that no means no, Carl.

A few of the braver neighbors were edging closer, crossing the street. I cant take this anymore. I cant take being scared all the time, worrying that youre going to do some permanent damage. I want you to go away and never come back.

Bonnie!

You heard me, Carl. Go away!

His fists tightened like tiny balls of super-concentrated energy. Rage boiled through his body, coursed through his veins. I cant accept that, Bonnie. I wont.

You dont have any choice. She ran through the front door of the house and slammed it between them.

No! Carl rushed forward, his face flushed with anger. He pounded on the front door, beating it so hard it splintered the wood. Let me in! Let me in!

One of the neighbor men ran forward, grabbing Carl around the shoulders, trying to pull him back. Cmon now, Carl. Lets calm down.

Carl whirled around and shoved the neighbor against the chest. The man stumbled backward, tripping on the front steps. He tumbled down, cracking his head against the concrete sidewalk.

I want in! Carl roared. Do you hear me, Bonnie? I want in!

Go away! she shrieked from the other side of the door. The police are on their way!

I will see my boy! He pounded the front door again and again and again, sending paint chips flying in all directions, making the whole frame of the house shudder. He was making a dent, but even in his rage, he knew he would never get in this way.

He jumped over the hedge and azaleas and crossed to the front window just to the left of the door. I want in, Bonnie! he howled.

No!

Carl reared back his fist and sent it sailing through the window. Glass shattered all around him as his fist broke through to the other side. The harsh insistent beep of the security alarm began to pulse. Blood dripped across his arm and down the windowpane.

Carl cried out in pain. His hand was sliced in more places than he knew, and it hurt. But he didnt let that stop him. He twisted his fingers around and reached up to unfasten the window lock.

Bonnie appeared on the other side of the window. Stop it, Carl! Stop it!

All I want is to see my boy.

I cant let you do that, Carl. I cant take the risk.

Im coming in. And you cant stop me. His fingers touched the window lock.

No, Bonnie whispered. She grabbed his protruding hand.

Leave me alone! Carl bellowed.

I cant. She took his fist in both of her hands and jerked his arm upward, impaling it on a jagged piece of broken window glass.

Pain coursed through Carls arm, then his body, like the ripple of sheet lightning. He screamed, then jerked his hand back through the window, clutching it close against his chest. Blood gushed from the open wound.

His face was spotted with blood and sweat. You cant stop me, he said, gasping. No matter what.

He isnt here, Bonnie said, tears spilling from her eyes. Tommy isnt even here. Please go away.

The sound of a police siren cut through the morning air. It was still several blocks away, but moving closer at top speed.

Carl pressed his wounded arm against his mouth. He clamped his other hand down on it, trying to stanch the flow of blood. This isnt over, he said, gazing at his ex-wife through the spiderwebbed windowpane. Ill be back.

He turned and raced down the street, barreling through a chain of spectators, ducking into the backyard three houses down.

Even after he had disappeared from sight, Bonnies breathing didnt slow down. Her heartbeat didnt settle, and she couldnt stop clutching herself. Because she knew what he had said was true. She knew this wasnt over.

She knew he would be back.

Megan McGee readjusted the rearview mirror so she could get a better look at her beard. It wasnt easy. There was barely enough room inside her tiny two-door Toyota for herself, much less an English bulldog. There was absolutely no room for primping. Still, she wanted to look her best when she knocked on the door, although why it mattered to her she couldnt imagine. Certainly no one back at the law firm cared. No one at Santas Helpers was watching. And God-well, best not to get her started on that subject.