Prolouge

Jerry Brackson sat on the low grade metal bleachers watching his son participate in one of the only sports he could still appreciate, baseball. The bleachers were filled with snot-nosed parents all cheering for their sons, directing their every move as they were pawns in a chess game. Jerry hadn't thought of placing his son in such a emotional beat circle until his boy had come home with the flyer and stars in his little blue eyes, after all, who could say no to their child? Amongst the din of the parents Jerry sat every saturday to watch his son play left field and cheer for him silently. There was no reason to lose your self dignity over a minor baseball leauge, Jerry knew that his son had his respect and praise if he ran out there and had fun. "Heh, fun" muttered Jerry under his breath, the only person having fun was his son and he and his boy knew it well. Jerry's son stepped into the batter's box just as his mother pulled up into the park. "Oh christ." Jerry said a little louder than he had intended, catching the attetion of some of the parents sitting close by.


Jerry eyed up the woman that he onced slept with come closer to his position, it was as though the very air had been mangled and left to die in her presence thought Jerry. What was she doing here, Alex didn't need to see her as it would only cause unecessary conflict.

"Angela" Jerry said stiffly as she approached him. "Jerry, you look well." retorted Angela. Heh, "you look well? What was this shit she was pulling?"" thought Jerry, she was never this indirect with him when she wanted something which was usually why they conversed, Jerry figured he would pull the upper hand this time.

"So tell me Angela, how much money have you come to wring from my neck this time?" Jerry was swift with the commet, she looked put off and he was glad to see her in a bit of shock for once in her life. She quickly fixed her mind back to the central topic and stood her ground.

"Jerry, its my brother Brad, were you two close?"

"Fairly, we've gone out for a bite to eat, why would you bring up your brother at our son's baseball game, god forbid you stay and watch him." Jerry's continual bash on Angela had caught the attention of a few more parents who now seemed to be trying very hard to not appear as eavesdroppers.

"Jerry stop breaking me down for one day and just listen, there was an accident." "Jerry stopped forming his next batch of insults."

"An accident?" he repeated, what sort of accident? "We don't have the official news yet, but as of now the police are ruling it as a hit and run case. He..he..he..was pronounced dead at the scene, oh Jerry no!" Angela began to cry and Jerry embraced her feeling it was the only reasonable option left. Meanwhile, their son Alex had been batting, as he checked his bat he looked to the stands seeing Jerry and Angela hugging. "Mo..mommy?" Alex did not see the ball coming down the pike, he did not feel his head as the ball collided with the helmet, nor did he feel the hard sandy gravel as he fell to the ground, and most of all he wondered Alex why everyone was crowded around him yelling for help. He wanted to speak, but something was wrong with his vocal cords, he opened his mouth but no sound exited. In his fear of not understanding this situation, Alex's eyes widened, his breathing increased in rate and heaviness and his body thrashed around on the hard gravel. In his mind, Alex continually screamed mommy and daddy over and over but he soon came to the realization that nobody could hear him nor understand what was happening to him. All he could see was his coach and many of the parents from the the stands that were now restraining his body from flinging about and causing further injury.

"Oh my god! Jerry, Alex..Alex is...whats wrong with him! MY BABY! Whats wrong with my baby!" Angela rushed over to her son and kissed his forehead, running her hand through his hair she continually repeated to him "It's going to be okay honey, you're okay, you're going to be fine." Jerry rushed to his car grabbing his celluar phone from the glove box and punched in the numbers to 911.

"Operater, what is your emergency?" "Please help me, my son is having some sort of seizure."

"Sir, i'm going to need you to calm down, where is your son at."

"He's at Westview Community Park, please hurry, get an ambulance here now!"

"Sir, please calm down, now where did you say this area was?" Jerry was starting to breath heavy as he became more and more aggravated.

"Lady I seriously hope you are not toying with a distressed parent, you better send an ambulance to Westview Community Park on the double or my son is going to die, do you understand me he will die if you don't send help now!" Jerry's breathing increased at what the lady said next.

"Sir, please you must calm down, now if you would calmly tell me where your son's location is, we can track him and send out an ambulance for him.." Jerry cut off the lady and slammed his celluar phone down, time was being wasted. Jerry was now sweating and breathing heavier than before, Angela's hysterics could be heard from the parking lot of the park a good 500 ft. away. Thinking quickly Jerry sprinted back to the baseball field breaking through the crowd of concerned parents. Picking up a screaming Angela he asked two other parents to help him carry Alex to the car as Anglea broke down more.

Jerry threw her the car keys "Anglea, unlock the back door then get in the passenger side, I'm going to take him."

"But Jerry , I don't know.." "What do you mean you don't know! You better make up your mind quick Angela, your son's life is in the balance or don't you care about him anymore? Mmmm..clock is ticking." Crying even more now, Angela took off toward Jerry's car as he and two other parents lifted the thrashing boy to the parking lot. Cindy Lasard, one of the helpers was running by Jerry and started to talk to him while helping support Alex. "Mr. Brackson, I'm an off duty cop let me set a convoy for you as I have a portable siren. "Alright thank you very much, please help me with my son, we have to help him." "Do you feel alright Jerry, you don't look so well.."

"No I'm fine!" Jerry snapped. "Please, just help my son, please don't let my boy die." Angela unlocked the back door leaving the door open. As Jerry and the two other parents loaded Alex into the back seat of the minivan, Angela placed her coat under her child's head. Cindy sped off in her geo sirens blaring down the roadway with Jerry and Angela in quick pursuit.