This is the story of a Catherine May Randle.
Bloodstained Hearts
Chapter 1
Steve
I paced around the living room for the thirty-seventh time this hour. She said she would be home an hour ago. I sighed looking at the watch she gave me. This was unlike Katie, she was usually home with time to spare.
Katherine May was the best sister a guy could ask for. She always listened, did well in school, and most importantly didn't throw her self at boys. She was quite and shy much like Johnny and Ponyboy. Although I was proud to say she was smarter then Ponyboy. She didn't really hang around the gang to my relief, she preferred to be all by herself.
I turned as the door opened, ready to yell, but when I saw her I had to choke back tears.
My beautiful baby sister was a mess. Her unruly black curls were messier then usual, her bright green eyes were red and puffy from crying, she had slap marks on her cheeks, she had a cut on her lip, button-up shirt was unbuttoned enough to tell me she had no shirt on (and was falling out her bra), her skirt was hiked all the way up so you could see had no underwear on, she had fresh blood running down her bruised thighs, and no shoes. She had her arms wrapped around her chest as she ran into my arms.
"Steve!" Katie sobbed into my chest. I quick wrapped my arms around her and sat down on the couch with her in my lap.
"What happened?" I patted her hair.
"I told him no, I swear! He didn't listen." She began to wail as I gripped her tighter. It broke my heart to see her this way. "It was all my fault."
"No Katie May," I said in gentle tone, "you did nothing wrong." Katie wrapped her arms around my neck as her cry softened.
After she calmed a little she began her tale. "Well, I was hanging with Macy, Mark's sister when she said she forgot her wallet at home. So we walked back to their house but it wasn't there, so while she checked the car I went to the bathroom. When I walked out Mark shoved me in his room and covered my mouth. He told Macy that I left to go check the Dingo and to meet her there. So she left, I wish she didn't. Mark pushed me on the bed and told me he had been waiting for this and that since we were in love it was natural. I tried to fight him I really did! But he's the captain of the wrestling team. He," she began to cry harder.
"Ssh," I said in a soothing voice as I patted her.
"He, he took my shirt off and rolled up my skirt. He touched me no matter how loud I yelled. He forced himself inside me and it hurt really bad! It hurt so bad. Then he took my underwear as a 'prize' and pushed me out of the house. I came back here." She sobbed into my chest.
I began to rock her as she cried. After several minutes of this I suggested, "hey why don't you go get a shower?" Katie nodded and practically bolted to the bathroom.
I was so mad. How could someone who was supposed to love her, her boyfriend, do this? Mark had always seemed so nice. Why did he think he had the right o touch my baby sister? If had truly loved her he would have never forced her to do anything. Katie was very trusting, but she wanted to wait until she was at least engaged to have sex. She didn't want what happened to out mom to happen to her. How dare he take her innocence?
I ran out the door to find him. He was going to pay.
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