Homecoming

[BadBrother]

Five years is a long time to be away from the people you love.
Still, after the terrible argument I had with my father on that fateful day, I made a vow to never step foot in that house again for as long as the old man lived.

Man, I could still picture the scene in my head.
The harsh words.
The punches thrown.
The looks of horror on the faces of my kid sisters when the old man went down.
The tears as I packed my bags and went storming off.

They were fifteen and thirteen when I left. I missed watching them grow up.
I hoped they were alright.
I hoped they would forgive me.

The old man had been gone for about a month. Went to sleep and never woke up. He didn't suffer.

I parked in front of the house and spent ten minutes gathering up my courage. I took stock of myself.
The years had been good to me.
I was 6'2", 195. Blonde hair, blue eyes. I was athletic. Though I wasn't good enough to turn pro, I was enough of a baseball player to get a full ride to college. I graduated with honors, and my diploma was packed away with the rest of my stuff.

I had a few irons in the fire, and would whittle them down in the next week or two. One thing was certain. I would have to get a job soon.
I was the man of the house now.


I still had my key, but I didn't think it would be proper to use it.
I rang the bell like any other stranger.
The door opened, and the most beautiful creature I had ever seen appeared before me. It took me a moment to realize it was my sister.

"Hey, sis," I said. "It's me. Jeff. I'm home..."

 

[MerciSubmission]

Hope you like this.. meet your younger sister...

10/17/2000
Dear Dairy,

This night had been nothing short of horrible. One that I will never forget. I hated my father, I HATE HIM. For driving my beloved older brother away. I miss Jeff already. Miss him with all my being. I will miss his laugh, his smile, his stupid comments. I'll miss his reassurances, his encouragements. Everything. Life went to hell tonight, after he left. I HATE MY FATHER!!!!!

10/21/2000
Dear Diary,

I wish Jeff were here. My Father (I refuse to call him daddy anymore), simply babbles about how glad he is that Jeff is gone. What a loser he is. I can't beleive he says such horrible things. I stopped listening. I don't want to listen anymore.
I hope Jeff is ok


11/5/2000
Dear Diary,

The phone rang tonight. In the middle of the night. I jumped up to get it, maybe it was Jeff. But, nothing. The line went dead.

12/18/2000
Dear Diary

I MISS JEFF. I bought him a Christmas present today. Jeff, not my father. I got him a silver ID bracelet. I had his name engraved on it, mine in the back. If I ever see him again, I am going to make him wear it, so that he never forgets me.

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7/4/2001
Dear Diary,

The fireworks were awesome. And Nate was not so bad either. A good kisser.. YESSSS.. But, I remembered tonight how much Jeff loved the 4th. He always took me and my sister to see the fireworks. My father hates fireworks. He's been drinking a bit too much lately. Always at the bar. No wonder mom left. NO wonder Jeff did. I wish I could.

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8/21/2002
Dear Diary,

Date tonight. Sean and I are going to the movies. I can't wait!!!

8/21/2002 later
Dear Diary

I CAN'T BELEIVE HE DID THAT, TOUCHED ME LIKE THAT! Sean is such an ass. I wish JEFF were here. He'd beat the fuck out of him. Dad said that it is normal for boys to touch like that. He even showed me. That felt just weird, but he had been drinking, he drinks alot Diary, a real lot. I HATE SEAN... I MISS JEFF !!!

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9/29/2003
Dear Diary,

Awful night. I wish I were dead.

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2/5/2004
Dear Diary

I almost took the pills tonight Diary, I almost did. But a little voice told me not to. That voice sounded like Jeff. Thank God for that.

3/26/2004
Dear Diary

Miss June, the therapist, is helping alot. I know none of this is my fault. At least she tells me that.

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9/5/2005

HE'S DEAD... Diary, Daddy, my Father, is dead. I should be sad. I guess I am. I cried when I found him. He just would not wake up. But, Diary, I am glad that he is dead. I am crying more because he is GONE. NO MORE................ OF THAT. Oh Diary, I hated HIM. But he was my, Father.


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(I will be posting more)

 

[MerciSubmission]

~ Jade's life had never been the same after Jeff fought with their father , and then stormed out of the house. She was only 13, and loved her older brother. Now, he was gone. all because of her pig headed father.

Jade grew to hate the man, for so many different reasons, one of which was driving her beloved older brother away.

It had been 5 long years. She was 18 now. Her diary and her therapist the only 2 things, along with her older sister, when she could, that got her thru. But her sister had her own issues. Jade really had no one.

Her father's *touching* started the night she came home crying about Sean. Jade was all of 15 then. She could smell the beer on his breath, she should have just gone to her room. She should never have told her father what happened. Never. But she did. Her life went to hell after that, a hell that no diary or therapist could seem to drag her out of.

That hell did not end til her father died

She was glad that he was dead. She cried, more for what she had gone thru than sadness over him being gone.

Now it was a month later. Her and her sister were still dealing with the lawyers and such about the house and the will and all that. She had hoped that maybe, maybe they would find Jeff. But there had been no word, nothing.

She stood in the middle of her father's bedroom, trying to come to grips with what had happened in there, as well as in her own bedroom. Brushing slender fingers into and thru her long chocolate brown. She was a natural blonde, like the rest of her family. But she had dyed her hair to a deep chocolate brown back during the summer. She wanted something different. She wanted to go black, but she thought that would look kinda funny on her, so instead of going that drastic, she picked the deep brown. The color looked stunning with her smooth pale skin and saphhire blue eyes. Her thoughts were elsewhere when the bell rang. It took a couple of *ding dongs* for it to register.

"oh the door" she murmers to herself, turning and leaving her father's bedroom, closing the door tightly behind her. She was the only one home at the time.

She did not even bother to look to see who it was, figuring it was another someone offering their condolences.

"Yes?" she says automatically, as she opens the door. She really was not dressed to see people, only wearing black shorts and a red tank top, the day had turned out to be rather warm, even tho it was early fall.

"Hey, sis," I said. "It's me. Jeff. I'm home..."

Jade blinked up at the most handsome man she had ever seen, handsome, tall, blonde, and................. her brother.

She fainted dead away, falling to the floor. ~

 

[BadBrother]

Jeff

Women swooned all the time in movies, but I didn't think that was something that happened in real like. That was before my kid sister took one look at me and fainted. By the barest of margins I was able to catch her before she hit the ground. Scooping her up in my arms, I carried her over to the couch. Setting her down gently, I made her as comfortable as possible. As I looked her over she showed no signs of regaining consciousness.

Rushing to the kitchen, I soaked a towel in cold water, then I wrapped some ice in the middle. Returning to my unconscious sister, I nervously pressed the cold compress to her pale forehead.

"C'mon, sis," I said softly. "You're starting to scare me. Open your eyes, Jade...."

After an eternity my sister moaned softly, the first sign that she was starting to come around. I exhaled the breath I had been holding since the moment she collapsed. When her eyes opened it was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. She said my name wistfully, like she was in a dream she was afraid to wake up from.

"Jade," I said. "I've missed you so much..."

leaning down, I placed a tender kiss on her cool forehead...

 

[MerciSubmission]

(I usually write in 3rd person, but will switch to first person so that our writing compliments each other)

"C'mon, sis," "You're starting to scare me. Open your eyes, Jade...."

~ I thought I heard Jeff's voice, but Jeff was gone, right? Wasn't he? Or had that been him I had actually seen when I opened the door.

Slowly I start to comes back to the here and now, slanting open my eyes. Focusing slowly, the world still swimming around me, I whisper "Jeff?" as if I want to pull him from the dream world and back into mine.

Then he came into sight. "JEFF?"

He leaned down to brush his lips to my forhead in a light kiss.

"Jade, I've missed you so much..."

It really was Jeff. With a cry of near joy, I reach up and wrap my arms around him, trying not to cry, but not winning that battle.

"Jeff... Oh god Jeff, I can't believe your home, your HERE"

 

[BadBrother]

Jeff

Unable to contain herself, Jade threw her arms around me and wrapped me up in an embrace that threatened to cut of my air. Then the waterworks started to flow, and I'm not ashamed to admit that the tears weren't one-sided. I think I managed to dry my eyes before she caught me.

"My God, you're all grown up," I said. "Let me look at you."

I let my eyes roam up and down her long, lithe body. Then back up again. oddly enough, I found myself looking at her like a stranger instead of a brother. Maybe it was the change in hair color that made me look at her like she was a different person. She was dressed for the hot weather, and her slight outfit revealed more than it covered.

Gazing upon her, I fought back the urge to whistle.

Knowing she would certainly think it was weird if she knew I was actually checking her out, I kept my view of her to myself. Instead, I said, "Can you walk? I've got my stuff outside. You can help me bring in my bags...."

She nodded, and I helped her to her feet. She was still woozy, though, and a moment later found her back in my arms...

 

[MissCheevious]

Camille

"No, no, no. I'm heading home." My eyes flitted across the desk as I held the phone to my ear with my shoulder as my hands moved around gathering papers and stapling together quickly. -The quicker I get this done the sooner I can get out of here and head home.- There was sigh as my pink lips parted to let it pass, making it audible to the person on the other line. "Matt, I'm done doing your job. You're my superior and I'm doing your job and I'm not getting recognized for it with a raise... so, it's about time you did what you had to. Have a magical day."

I hung up before he had a chance to respond before just picking the phone up and leaving it off the hook for the next couple of minutes. I was leaving soon anyway. Moments later I was turning off the computer before me and putting the stacks of papers into the "Out" tray on my desk to be picked up the next morning before I stood. Wait, what day was it today? Oh, Monday, right. I didn't have any school but I did have a dance class. It wasn't anything serious, but since I had been on the dance team during high school... it stuck with me after I graduated. And now between working, community college, dancing and my family- I had to juggle it all and remain the loving daughter and devoted sister.

"Bye, Jill. Don't let the man get you down." Spoken through laughter at our inside joke as I waved and headed for the parking garage while sifting through my purse for my car keys and my cell phone. -I wonder what Jade might be in the mood to eat.- The thought was one that always ran through my head on the way home from work, as I was one prone to stop by the grocery store and buy everything there that either appealed to me or the little sister. To hell with it, I'd head home and change and figure out what she might want from there.

Sliding into the '03 Mustang I could call my own, I set my purse aside and smoothed out my slacks before reaching out to close the door only to find Matt standing in the way. -Damn.- "Can I help you?" My grip on the door handle didn't let up as I held onto it, sapphire gaze locked onto him.

"You get off on saying no to me don't you, Cami?" There was a smirk on his lips I wanted to smack off his face, but I refrained. I was still at work, per se.

"Don't call me 'Cami', Matt." Bastard knew I didn't like it. "And you know it's time for me to head home, so why try to keep me here when I don't have to be? Now if you'll excuse me,--" I went to pull on the door and he caught me off guard by placing a kiss on my lips and then leaning back. The look on my face was as if I had just tasted something sour and unpleasant. "--I have to get home and sanitize myself by scrubbing all my skin off."

It was then he moved and I closed the door quickly and locked it before he could get any more stupid ideas. -God, this is like being in elementary school.- I started the car while I wiped at my lips with the other hand before leaning back and pulling out without looking at him as I went. Once fifteen minutes from the house I decided to stop by the grocery store for simple fact that I was running low on the sweets I had at the house. Which meant ice cream, cookie dough, cake/brownie mix, Hershey Kisses and just a lot of candy in general. For someone who ate a lot of junk, I kept myself fit. The dance class was only the tip of the iceberg as I also had the habit of working out on the back patio by the pool at home as well.

Pulling into the parking lot I grabbed my wallet and clipped my cell to my hip before climbing out, and in thinking better about it I undid my blazer to reveal a rather form fitting black three-quarter sleeve shirt beneath before tossing the discarded jacket back into the car. And on my way towards the store I made a mental list of what to get right off the top of my head.