Having left school I was driving home on spring break of my sophomore year at state college. The drive home took me over three hours and I was a little tired and anxious to get home and see my parents whom I had not seen for a few months. In addition to seeing my parents, I was looking forward to a week of relaxation, going clubbing and having fun at the beach with my football buddies from high school. Several of my buddies had sent me texts and EMAILS saying that they were going to be home as they were scheduled to be on spring break from their college, also. They had texted me that they wanted us all to get together and go clubbing and then to get together at the beach and to suck down some suds, also.
It was early to mid afternoon when I got to the outskirts of my home town and I began to see the familiar sights of my old high school, the football field where I played varsity football and the various places that my friends and I used to hang out when we were in high school. Once I saw my old high school I knew that my parents' house was not very far away and I would be home very shortly. It was a great feeling of relief to be nearly home.
As I turned the corner onto our street, I drove the half a block to my parents' house and pulled my car up in the drive way. As I was about to pull up and park I noticed a car parked there in our driveway in front of the garage that looked like my older sister Raeina's car. I parked my car right beside the other car and I was curious as to why my sister was here. She lived and worked in a town about fifty miles away and she did not come home to visit very often. Normally she would be at work this time of the day anyway.
Raeina, Rae, my nickname for her since we were both very little, is more than a year older that I am. Rae got married right after high school to a dork that I had very little to no respect for. As kids we, Rae and I, had always been very close to one another. She always looked out for her little brother all through elementary school but, when we got into high school I did most of the looking after her but, she always did what she could to look after me. The fact that we looked after one another was a consequence of our love for one another which was significantly fostered by our parents. Rae would always do anything she could for me and I would always do the same for her, too. She was such a sweet loving girl to me and to others as well.
Rae had disappointed our parents and me as she had top grades in high school and could have gone to almost any college or university that she had chosen to go to. She had always been on the honor roll in high school and would have had no problem at all in going to college. Instead of going to college, Raeina married this goof ball jerk who thought that he could make a living working in fast food restaurants or other low paying mundane jobs that I knew probably more suited his level of intelligence and ambition. I thought to myself, "Timmy is just another glaring example of a dude who has shit for brains." Although, I had never said that to Rae even though I had to bite my tongue many times to keep from saying it to her or in front of her.
My curiosity getting the best of me, I hurriedly got out of my car, grabbed my bag and climbed the front steps to our house. The front door was locked as I had expected it to be so, I got my key out and opened the door. Once I got inside I dropped my bag down in the foyer and looked around the house. It was quiet and I did not see anyone there inside the house. That did not surprise me since both my Mom and Dad were each still at work at this time of the day and they were not expected to get home from work until after 5 o'clock probably between 5:30 and 6 o'clock. However, I did hear some faint, soft music coming from down the hall from the bedrooms.
Walking down the hall I was about to pass the door to my sister's old bedroom. The door was partially open and the music was coming from her bedroom. I stuck my head around the door frame and inside and I saw my sister, Rae, lying on her bed. The music was coming from the clock radio on her night stand. I quietly pushed the door open and stepped into her bedroom and could see that she was lying in bed on her back with her eyes closed. Her eyes appeared to be red and puffy as though she had been crying a lot. I didn't know if she was asleep or if she was just relaxing but, I really didn't want to scare her. After I stepped into her bedroom I tapped softly on the door and said very softly, "What is going on Sis?" I really didn't want to startle her and make her jump out of her skin.
When she heard my voice she opened her eyes wide, sat up, then she jumped up off of the bed, ran over to me and threw her arms around my chest. She had put such a bear hug on me that it was hard for me to breathe at first. Then she laid her head on my chest and she began to cry almost uncontrollably. The tears were running down her cheeks and her tears were completely drenching my shirt.
I put my arms around her, kissed her forehead and her cheek and then I could see a red mark on her left cheekbone. Sister or not, her soft breasts and her warm body pressed tightly against me were enough to make me have carnal thoughts that a good brother should really not be having about his own sister no matter how much they loved one another. Then I softly said, "Come on Sis, tell me what the problem is, Honey? It's breaking my heart to see you crying like this and not knowing what is bothering you and what I can do to help you."
She raised her head and kissed me on the lips, looked me in the eyes and said as she continued to cry, "Oh, Josh, I'm so happy and glad to have you home here with me. I've been waiting for you to come home so I could see and talk to you." Then she turned her head and laid her head on the other side of my shirt completely drenching that side of it. It felt like someone had thrown a pitcher of water on my shirt. I had gently laid my hand on her head and lovingly held her head close to my shoulder.
"Sis, I'm really happy to see you too but, come on, Hun, I know that you are really upset about something. Now, tell me what the matter is?"
She lifted her head and said as she began to cry even harder and spoke through her tears and her sobs, "He beat me Josh." as she sobbed in my arms still holding me very tightly. "The bastard hit me in the face. You can see the red mark on my left cheek, Josh."
Then I asked her "Who beat you, Sis?"
She continued on to say, "Timmy beat me, Josh."
To hear her say that pissed me off, royally and I asked her, "That little bastard hit you?" And she shook her head, yes, as she continued to cry.
"Well, I guess that I'm going to have to get into the car, go over there kick his sorry ass up between his ears then, Sis."
But, she quickly told me, "No, no, no! Josh, you can't do that, they will have you in jail then and if you do that and then where would we be?"
Then I said to her angrily, "Sis, I guarangoddamnteeya that if it wasn't for you stopping me I would go over there right now and kick the dog shit out of him this evening." I was livid at the news that such a little slime ball jerk like Timmy would dare to beat or even lay a finger on my sweet loving sister.
I had the both of us sit down on the edge of her bed and she told me the whole story of how she came home from work that afternoon and found him drinking heavily and he was pretty well shit face drunk by the time she got home from work. She said that she asked him what he was doing home from work so early. He said that he got fired that day and he got really belligerent with her.
She said that he called her every nasty, dirty name he could think of and more as if it was all her fault that he got fired that day. The more she talked to him the madder he got. Then he got up and hit her in the face and on her arms and several times on her back as she showed me her face and arms. She told me that she put a few things into her bag and went to stay with a friend for the night not knowing what else to do or where else to go. When she got to her friend's house, her friend called the police for her and reported Timmy's assault on her to the police.
Two uniformed police officers, one a male and the other a female officer, came to her friend's house. They talked to her and could see that she had been physically assaulted by the marks on her face and her arms and they took her back to her home and talked to Timmy. He got belligerent with the cops and the male officer put him in hand cuffs and put him in the squad car. The male officer told him that he was going to jail for the night. The female officer told Rae that in order for them to hold him more than 24 hours she would have to come down to the station and swear out a complaint.
Sis said that no, she did not want to file a complaint at that time but, she just wanted to get away from him and that house so he could not beat her again and she was thinking about going to go to our parents' home and try and figure out what to do next. The female officer talked to her friend who had driven her in Rae's car over there and asked if she could drive Rae to the station for them to file a report and take pictures of her bruises if she chose to file a complaint later. The female officer asked Rae's friend if Rae could stay with her for the night and her friend agreed to both of the officer's requests.
