Chapter 1
Ok it all started a little over three weeks ago I had gotten the shock of my life. And had fallen in love with my soul mate and it totally floored me. I am 21 years old and was home on winter break from college. I am 5'6 I have long brown hair and hazel eyes. I also have a brother who is eleven months younger than me he's 20 and he's 5'10 green eyes and blond hair and he's is absolutely the most handsome guy. I had pulled up to our house and found his car in the driveway. I knew that our mom was probably at work it was the middle of the day. She was a Lawyer and worked for one of the biggest firms in the city. She and dad were both only children so we didn't have any cousin's. I got out of my car and grabbed my bags and walked to the door and fumbled with my keys. Finally I got the key in and got the door opened and walked in side. I sat my bags as the base of the steps as I shut the door. I then listened to see if I heard any signs of my brother as I heard music.
I walked into the kitchen and took something out for dinner knowing mom as well as I did she would want to eat out or call for takeout. But I was home now I would make sure they ate right. I then started to clean up the kitchen a bit I was really glad to be home and away from things at school. I didn't tell anyone at school but things had gotten pretty rough with my boyfriend. I have known for about two months that things were bad. But it didn't really hit me hard till last week when we had our fight and I walked out on him. I needed these three weeks at home away from it all just hoped I could keep my mom and brother in the dark. I then realized that B was home and I wanted to see him.
"B I'm home. Hey B where are you." I yelled as I started up the steps and as I got to the landing his door opened and out came his girlfriend. I had never meant her and didn't know much about her. I only know what mom and he had told me about her. She was 5'5 and blond hair and blue eyes small framed like a cheerleader. She started down the steps as she stopped in front of me and then slapped me. My hand went to my face and I was stunned at why she had hit me. Then I turned to see her leave the house and walk out the door and slammed our front door. I then looked back to my brother's room and see the look on his face and I knew something was terribly wrong. He looked at me and the tears started and I was immediately at his side and he wrapped his arms around me. I hugged him back and held him as he let the tears fall.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." B said as he continued to cry in my arms I guided us to his bed as we sat down and I just held him. I had no clue what he was saying he was sorry for but I was sure he'd tell sooner or later. It didn't take long for his breathing to slow down and I knew right away he was asleep in my arms. This brought back many memories of us as kids he was always the strong one. When we had bad storms I would get scared and run to his room. We would in turn sleep peacefully till morning. This continued till I moved away to go to college. B opted to stay close to home and go to college after dad died to be here for mom. But I needed to get away and deal with it on my own.
I looked at him as he lay asleep in my arms to see that he was shirtless and only in a pair of boxers. My mind was racing as to what was going on in here before I got home. Then I started to look him over from his bright green eyes to his perfect lips, then his chiseled chin and his sculpted chest and abs. Then my eyes fell farther south to the tent he had in his shorts. I then felt this tingling going through myself as I knew what it was. I was getting wet just thinking about my brother. My mind started to race and I then started to get up without waking him up. I then slowly and quietly walked out of his room and shut the door. I then headed down to get my stuff and took them to my room and started to put them away. I was really glad to be home after all I have been through.
I pulled my top off and stood in front of my mirror on my closet door. And I saw the huge bruise and the tears started. I was so ashamed of myself that I let someone who I thought loved me abuse me the way he did. Never in my life had I let anyone do anything to me, I always stood up for myself. But here I was running away from a guy who I thought loved me. Boy was I ever so wrong. I then took my pants off and there was the yellow outline of the old bruises. I knew that I needed a shower and hoped that I could wash away all the sadness in my life. Ever since dad had died my life was one wrong turn after another. I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my body as I headed to the door. I walked to the bathroom and was about to shut the door when I heard the phone ring. I rushed back to my room to answer the phone.
"Hello." I said
"Hey Honey you made it home ok?" Mom asked
"Yeah mom I made it ok. So what's up?" I asked
"Well I was calling to see if you and your brother would be ok. I need to go out of town to help with a client at our Chicago office. I'll be there the rest of the week. I'll see you on Friday evening." Mom said
"Yeah not a problem I'll tell B when he wakes up." I said
"He's not up yet?" Mom asked
"No he was but him and Sara must have gotten in a fight she stormed out and on her way out she slapped me." I said