March 1985
I glanced at my watch and rolled my eyes. How the hell was it only 11:30? I shook my head and looked around Vinnie's which this late on a Friday was all but deserted. The older crowd had left hours ago and around now all the younger people would be at the bars or the clubs. I had gotten off at 10, a full two hours before closing which was on purpose of course as I was not in Vinnie's good graces right now. I also had to wait until a little after midnight for Mark to pick me up as I had lost my car for the month of March. As was often the case these days my loss of both hours and transportation were my own fault and were the least of what I had been losing lately.
By far the most painful thing I had lost was my parents trust. Starting with that Friday morning when Mom had confronted me with the bottle of rum I had hidden in my mattress. Initially even that would not have been too bad; Mom had told me she would keep it quiet from Dad providing I would go to my councilor and talk about it and of course not drink anymore, after all not only was I not 21 yet but Mom was convinced that the alcohol had triggered the horrific nightmare that had sent me into hysterics.
As I sat totally humiliated at having been caught I listened to my mother talk about how drinking could do a lot of bad things for someone like myself who already had been through so much that it could easily become a crutch. She also expressed her concern at how much trouble a beautiful girl like me could get into especially around the wrong crowd, how it could make you want to do things you wouldn't ordinarily. As she spoke all I could think of was that scene with Krissy and that vivid wet dream I had of her afterwards. I also thought of how much more fun sex was when I was drinking which I'm sure is what she was getting at.
I promised Mom that it wouldn't happen again and I meant it. I was good for all of about a week until I let Jack take me out on his "make it up to me date." It was a really nice night he had taken me to Twin Oaks then we had gone dancing. After that was when I had made the mistake of going to a party with him. Everyone had been drinking and after turning it down a couple of times I figured what the hell? Thinking there was a chance I might go back to Jack's I had already told Mom I would be staying at Betty's so if I caught a buzz I would just let Jack further make things up to me and spend the night.
That was exactly what had happened, I had gotten pretty drunk and gone back to Jack's where I will have to admit he did a damn good job of kissing my ass as well as every other part of my body. I was feeling so good I even curled up with him and slept through the night. During the following couple of weeks I spent several nights with Jack, all of them started with drinks at the bar however not all of them ended as happily as that first night back with him. After I had stayed over a couple of times it started to go back to the same old Jack. I went out of my way to treat him good in bed and he barely took care of me. At no point did he ask me to get on my knees for him, which was a plus, but he had made a couple of cracks about "hang ups".
One night I had gotten fed up and told him he was an asshole and we argued, he told me there were plenty of girls eager to do whatever he wanted, as a matter of fact he had added with a smirk he had just been with Julie, one of the other waitresses, last night and she couldn't roll over fast enough for him. Of course I knew Jack and I weren't really a couple but I'd be damned if I'd be called sloppy seconds. I walked out of his place then realized that I had no car and was drunk.
I tried calling Betty, but she answered the phone sounding wasted herself and I could hear a guy in the background. It was after 11 so crossing my fingers I called home. Mark had a phone in his room and I knew he was home, it was just a matter of him lying to the folks if they asked who had called as I was supposed to be at Betty's. Mark came and picked me up and when he got there and saw how upset I was I had to get in front of him to stop him from going up to Jack's and calling him outside.
Mark parked a couple of houses down so the folks wouldn't hear his car and we got out. By then I had been sitting for awhile and could just about walk. Mark had to hold me up as we walked up the porch stairs and into the house. Where Dad was sitting on the couch waiting; I was obviously drunk and he knew it. After thanking Mark for picking me up he told him to go upstairs and Dad let me have it. Mom came down and shook her head sadly. I was grounded for two weeks including losing the keys to my car and Mom went with me to my next counseling appointment.
Things got uglier after that. Mark was picking me up from work but he got out an hour after me so I had to hang at Vinnie's, I somehow let Jack give me a couple of drinks. I wasn't going to go with him anymore but found that I couldn't find anything wrong with having a couple with him. Well one night it went from a couple, to a few shots, to Jack and I fucking in the back room. When Mark picked me up I was wasted.
When we got home I was so far gone Mark had to carry me up the stairs. I got a huge kick out of this and started laughing. Mark told me to keep it down. I pouted as he went to put me in my room and told him I wanted to go in his. Mark said no which pissed me off. As Mark tried to carry me through the doorway I started kicking my legs making it hard for him. I managed to kick my door shut and when Mark put me down to open the door I turned to run into his room which was when I knocked the lamp off the small table in the hallway. Mark told me to get my fucking ass in my room and swore he was going to beat the fuck out of Jack next time he saw him. I laughed and pulled away from him again. Mark went to grab me but stopped and whispered;
"Oh shit."
"Who the hell is Jack?" Dad asked from behind me.
I was dragged downstairs for another lecture and this time told it was a month and not even allowed to use the phone. The conversation then turned to who was Jack and was he the one giving me booze? I shrugged and acted stupid saying it was friends I was partying with. At that point my brother, who I never thought would betray me, told Dad who Jack was, how old he was and that he'd been getting me drunk for the last two months. With a smirk Mark then told dad he knew where Jack lived.
Dad went ballistic and it was everything Mom could do to keep him from getting in his car and going to Jack's. Mom told him to go and talk to Vinnie. I told them they couldn't do that! Jack would get fired and I would have to deal with all kinds of shit at work. Dad said tough shit that fucking punk would go to jail if he had his way. With an evil smile and that look in his eyes Mark told my father why doesn't he not say anything and let him take care of Jack. Mom told them both to stop acting like morons and do it the right way.
The next day Dad went to Vinnie calling for Jack's job. Small problem; Jack is Vinnie's nephew. Vinnie did listen to my father and of course has always liked me but blood is thicker than water, he told my father that he would speak to Jack but just as a reference no one had been twisting my arm. Dad had replied that maybe he should twist Jack's neck but in the meantime he would go to the police. The cops talked to Jack who had some priors then talked to me. The result was that Jack claimed I never said I wasn't twenty one. Vinnie gave Jack a couple of weeks off without pay and told him to stay the hell away from me.
The next two weeks I was not surprised to see my hours cut and getting the shit shifts, as a matter of fact I had only gotten this Friday night because one of the other girls called out sick last minute. Of course in hindsight I would have been better off staying home as tonight just happened to be Jack's first night back after his "vacation", of course Vinnie's like most jobs has its share of gossip and the story had already gotten around about why he hadn't been in work.
I tried to stay away from the bar but had no choice when a customer ordered a drink. Jack was surprisingly civil saying hi to me and when no one was around telling me no hard feelings but stay away from the bar after hours. I nodded and foolishly thought everything would be okay. Then I began to notice the looks I was getting from the other waiters all night, catching them pointing at me and laughing. Out of the blue one of them asked me out and when I said no winked and said we didn't have to actually go anywhere.
Finally Tammy, another waitress who I had been friends with since high school, took me aside and said that Jack was telling everyone that I gave great blow jobs and loved sucking cock so much that I would blow anyone just to taste it. Needless to say I was both angry and embarrassed. Tammy had told me this around nine and since we were slow went to the bar and got my drink orders for me so I wouldn't have to. So now here I was sitting here feeling stupid unable to even go home while these assholes walked around smirking at me. I even called Mark to see if he could get off earlier but Mitch's was busy.
After an eternity midnight came and I went out in the parking lot to wait for Mark. Seeing Jack out there with a couple of other waiters and waitresses I went up to him and told him he was a piece of shit. Jack had laughed and said that he meant it as a compliment and it made up for the fact that I was so uptight that I was only a good fuck if I was drunk. That got a round of laughs from the other guys.
I stood there totally humiliated and so frustrated I started to cry which made it worse. I stormed away intent on going to the other side of the restaurant when I heard the low growl and blaring music that announced my brothers arrival. Mark pulled up next to me and I saw he had Krissy with him which sent me into further tears. I wouldn't even have Mark tonight as anytime she was with him this late she was coming over.
Mark saw my face and instantly was out of the car asking me what was wrong. Krissy had gotten out as well and came around to me. I heard someone whistle; it was warm for March and Krissy, who I'm sure didn't plan on standing outside, was wearing a short skirt with knee high boots.
"Hey Krissy how 'bout you come over here and see what it's like to be with a man!"
Mark looked over briefly but turned back to me and asked what was wrong. I should have just kept my mouth shut. Or at least waited until we were home, but I couldn't. Trying not to cry more than I already was I told Mark what Jack had said. Marks eyes darkened noticeably and Krissy who had put her arm around me took Mark's hand and told him to get in the car. Mark looked at her and hesitated, he was on thin ice as it was.
"Hey Krissy, let Mark take his baby sis home and you come over here. I have something for you." It was Jack, he then added with a laugh; "Don't worry I showered after I fucked Megan."
That was it. Mark yanked away from Krissy flipped his black leather jacket off and headed straight for Jack.
"Fight!!!" one of the other waiters yelled.
"Mark get back here!" Krissy yelled. She looked at me. "Megan stop him."
I watched as my brother got within a few steps of Jack who had tossed his cigarette aside and took off his own jacket.
"No." I told her.
