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Grammar sucks. I've tried betas and still had the same results, so just
deal. Kay
Before I had known it Brie fell asleep in my arms. After what she had been through I didn't have the heart to wake her. Sure I knew I needed to find out what happened. It was the only way I could help her, but I wasn't sure how much sleep she would be able to get. I wasn't sure what kind of nightmares she would have, but I was sure she would have them.
Scooping her up into my arms I carried her from the couch to my bedroom. I lay her down on my bed, pulling the covers back then covering her, and tucking her in. Somethin' I hadn't done since she was ten. I kissed two of my fingers; my index and my middle finger, then gently touched her forehead. "Night squirt." I said softly.
I was turning the lights off, and closing the door when I heard her call my name.
"Bri..." She said in a whimper.
I stopped "Hmmm?"
"Would you stay with me?" She asked. I could sense the fear in her voice.
A small, faint smile crossed my lips. "Sure, lemme go turn the TV off an' I'll be right back. Kay?"
"Okay." She replied.
I walked back into the living room turning the TV off, made sure the door was locked, an' then turned the lights off heading back into my room. I turned the light on for a moment so I could see my way to my bed.
"Ahhhh bright." Brie cried out covering her eyes with her hands.
"Sorry." I said. "I jus' didn't wanna trip over nothin'." I told her turning the light off, as I quickly hopped into the bed. Another thing I hadn't done since she was like ten.
As my eyes adjusted to the lack of light in the room I looked over at my sister. "Night squirt." I said biting my lip. I was about to break down into tears knowing how someone had hurt my sister. How badly they had hurt her. How they had done the unthinkable.
"Night." She said grabbing my head and holding it tight.
It was a while before I fell asleep. I wanted to make sure Brie was sound to sleep before I fell asleep myself, once I knew she was. I did my best to try and drift off to sleep. I wasn't having a good time with it. I wanted to go out there and rip this pricks balls off, and shove them down his throat. But I still didn't know who he was, but I was sure he couldn't hide from me too long.
It was morning before I knew it; the bright sunlight was shinning through the window blinds. I groaned and pulled the pillow over my face, blocking the incoming light. Stretching my hand out I felt hair - female hair. I quickly sat up and looked over. Then I remembered; Brie.
She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. "Brian you okay?" She asked looking at me she quickly frowned. "Ow.... My ribs. Fuck!"
"Yeah fine." I noticed the look on her face, and then when she said something about the pain a look of concern grew on my face. "Brie... did they give you anythin' for the pain. When you were at the hospital?"
She nodded holding her side; I could see she was trying to hide the pain.
"Well... Where is it?" I asked.
"My p-purse." She replied. "It's still in the livin' room."
I nodded in reply. "Okay, stay here. I'll go get it. Okay?"
"Yea, okay." She responded, cursing to herself.
I came back with her purse and a bottle of water as quick as I could hand them to her. She quickly took both from me, fishing through her black purse, with a skull and cross bones on it. Pulling out a small amber colored bottle. The familiar sound of pills rattling around, as she popped the top off, spilling one into her hand, popping it into her mouth, washing it down with the bottled water.
"I gotta use the bathroom." She said, getting up. She stood to her feet gingerly, then slowly making her way towards the bathroom.
I sat in silence for a few minuets before finally getting up and heading into the kitchen. "You want some pancakes squirt?" I asked walking through the hallways, I stopped by the bathroom door it was open just enough that I could see in. I saw her looking at her severely bruised ribs; I couldn't help but to gasp at the site.
She quickly turned to me. "Brian!" She hissed.
"I'm sorry, I - I... I didn't mean too." I said apologetically.
"Listen I'll be out in a minuet, okay. Jus' gimme sometime?"
"Time... right. Sure. You want pancakes?" I asked her my mind still focused on her bruised ribs.
"Yea, sure pancakes sound good. I'll be out in a few." She said closing the door shut and locking it.
"An' were talkin' today. I need to know what happened." I said walking into the kitchen.
"Can't wait." She muttered.
A few minuets later Brie finally made her way into the kitchen, she sniffed a few times and made a face.
Somethin' wrong?" I asked her shoving a few pancakes on to a plate, along side some sausage links.
"Yea, I don' smell smoke... an' there's no fire. Didja finally learn how to cook?" She asked.
"Oh haha!" I replied putting a plate down in front of her as she sat at the table.
"Yeah you almost burned the house down that one time. You only making grilled cheese." She said slowly cutting up her pancakes.
"I was 15." I tried to defend myself.
"Oh - an' that's reason to burn the house down?" She asked shoving some pancake into her mouth.
"Hey it's good enough reason for me." I replied, sitting down with my plate.
I watched Brie push her food around her plate some, before pushing it aside. "Hey I thought you said they were good?"
"They are, its jus' - well I really ain't all that hungry." She replied.
I sighed watching her for a few minuets. I knew she was hurting, but I didn't know just how much, and I wasn't sure if I could get her to open up. Get her to trust me. "Brie? Please talk to me?"
She looked up with tears in her eyes. "Brian, I dunno. I dunno if I can." She said in a whimper.
"But I'm your brother." I said trying my best to reason with her, also reassure her.
"Who I haven't had a serious conversation with in like 9 years." She replied harshly.
"Can we jus' not think 'bout that, Jus' for now. Brie I can't help you, I can't make the hurt go away if you don' talk to me. If you don' tell me what happened."
She bit her bottom lip as it quivered. "Brian please... I can't."
"You can an' you haveta. Please. Brie, I'm beggin' you." My eyes plead with her; I know it's hard for her. But I also know if she doesn't tell me it could only get worse.
Tears roll down her face. "I was - I was walkin' home from the store." She began. "I wasn't that far from home an' outta no where this guy, he grabs me, he pulls me into an alley." Her eyes a red with tears now, I almost regret asking her what happened seeing how much she's hurting, but it's my job. "He put a gun to my head, tol' me to do everythin' he says. I thought he was gunna kill me."
I listen closely, I should be writing this down, not storing it in the back of my head. For now, the back of my head is better then nowhere. I give her a firm nod, letting her know it's okay to continue.
"Next thin' I know I feel him unzippin' my pants, I knew what was comin'. I begged him not to, but he didn't listen. He pull 'em down 'round my ankles, threw me to the ground, pull 'em off - an' he - he got inside me." She said chocking over tears.
"It's all right Brie, it's all right." I told her walking to her side and pulling her into a hug, letting her cry on my shoulder.
"Brian, it hurt so bad. It really did. He called me a slut, he said girls like me, like this kinda stuff." She sobbed. "I'm not a slut - I'm not!" Brie protested. "I'm - I was - I was a virgin."
I could just feel my blood boiling. I clenched my fists tightly hearing her speak. Chills rolled down my spine. Not only did this prick rape her, but also he took her virginity away. Something she could never get back. I hugged her tighter, not knowing what else to do. I could tell her I was sorry a million times. A million and one, but it would never be enough. There were no words for what had happen.
Breaking the hug I looked her in her eyes, drying her tears with my thumbs. "Brie," I started. "You think if I went with you, you could tell Detectives Stabler an' Benson what happen?" I asked her.
There was a long pregnant pause before finally spoke. "I - I can try." She said in a whisper.
"Please? For me?" I asked her.
"Like I said Brian I can try - I-I can't promise you nothin'." She said still sobbing.
"Tryin' is better then nothin' at all." I told her.
"Brain..." Tears started falling again. "Brain, I'm sorry.... I'm sorry I let you down. I'm sorry for everythin' I've ever done. But right now, I need you. I need my brother, please don' leave me."
"No - no." I said. "It's not your fault, I was the asshole, and it's not your fault Brie. Okay? You got it? You didn't do anythin' -"
She cut me off. "But I-"
"You did nothin'. Listen we'll talk 'bout it later okay, an' I'm not goin' anywhere at all. Okay. I promise you."
She only nodded in reply.
"C'mon." I said taking her hand. "I'll take you to talk to Stabler an' Benson. They'll help you; we'll get this guy. Okay."
I meant it too. I meant every word I said. I knew that if anyone could catch this asshole, they could. With the help of my old partner Munch, all four of us, could bring down the bastard.
Before I had known it Brie fell asleep in my arms. After what she had been through I didn't have the heart to wake her. Sure I knew I needed to find out what happened. It was the only way I could help her, but I wasn't sure how much sleep she would be able to get. I wasn't sure what kind of nightmares she would have, but I was sure she would have them.
Scooping her up into my arms I carried her from the couch to my bedroom. I lay her down on my bed, pulling the covers back then covering her, and tucking her in. Somethin' I hadn't done since she was ten. I kissed two of my fingers; my index and my middle finger, then gently touched her forehead. "Night squirt." I said softly.
I was turning the lights off, and closing the door when I heard her call my name.
"Bri..." She said in a whimper.
I stopped "Hmmm?"
"Would you stay with me?" She asked. I could sense the fear in her voice.
A small, faint smile crossed my lips. "Sure, lemme go turn the TV off an' I'll be right back. Kay?"
"Okay." She replied.
I walked back into the living room turning the TV off, made sure the door was locked, an' then turned the lights off heading back into my room. I turned the light on for a moment so I could see my way to my bed.
"Ahhhh bright." Brie cried out covering her eyes with her hands.
"Sorry." I said. "I jus' didn't wanna trip over nothin'." I told her turning the light off, as I quickly hopped into the bed. Another thing I hadn't done since she was like ten.
As my eyes adjusted to the lack of light in the room I looked over at my sister. "Night squirt." I said biting my lip. I was about to break down into tears knowing how someone had hurt my sister. How badly they had hurt her. How they had done the unthinkable.
"Night." She said grabbing my head and holding it tight.
It was a while before I fell asleep. I wanted to make sure Brie was sound to sleep before I fell asleep myself, once I knew she was. I did my best to try and drift off to sleep. I wasn't having a good time with it. I wanted to go out there and rip this pricks balls off, and shove them down his throat. But I still didn't know who he was, but I was sure he couldn't hide from me too long.
It was morning before I knew it; the bright sunlight was shinning through the window blinds. I groaned and pulled the pillow over my face, blocking the incoming light. Stretching my hand out I felt hair - female hair. I quickly sat up and looked over. Then I remembered; Brie.
She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. "Brian you okay?" She asked looking at me she quickly frowned. "Ow.... My ribs. Fuck!"
"Yeah fine." I noticed the look on her face, and then when she said something about the pain a look of concern grew on my face. "Brie... did they give you anythin' for the pain. When you were at the hospital?"
She nodded holding her side; I could see she was trying to hide the pain.
"Well... Where is it?" I asked.
"My p-purse." She replied. "It's still in the livin' room."
I nodded in reply. "Okay, stay here. I'll go get it. Okay?"
"Yea, okay." She responded, cursing to herself.
I came back with her purse and a bottle of water as quick as I could hand them to her. She quickly took both from me, fishing through her black purse, with a skull and cross bones on it. Pulling out a small amber colored bottle. The familiar sound of pills rattling around, as she popped the top off, spilling one into her hand, popping it into her mouth, washing it down with the bottled water.
"I gotta use the bathroom." She said, getting up. She stood to her feet gingerly, then slowly making her way towards the bathroom.
I sat in silence for a few minuets before finally getting up and heading into the kitchen. "You want some pancakes squirt?" I asked walking through the hallways, I stopped by the bathroom door it was open just enough that I could see in. I saw her looking at her severely bruised ribs; I couldn't help but to gasp at the site.
She quickly turned to me. "Brian!" She hissed.
"I'm sorry, I - I... I didn't mean too." I said apologetically.
"Listen I'll be out in a minuet, okay. Jus' gimme sometime?"
"Time... right. Sure. You want pancakes?" I asked her my mind still focused on her bruised ribs.
"Yea, sure pancakes sound good. I'll be out in a few." She said closing the door shut and locking it.
"An' were talkin' today. I need to know what happened." I said walking into the kitchen.
"Can't wait." She muttered.
A few minuets later Brie finally made her way into the kitchen, she sniffed a few times and made a face.
Somethin' wrong?" I asked her shoving a few pancakes on to a plate, along side some sausage links.
"Yea, I don' smell smoke... an' there's no fire. Didja finally learn how to cook?" She asked.
"Oh haha!" I replied putting a plate down in front of her as she sat at the table.
"Yeah you almost burned the house down that one time. You only making grilled cheese." She said slowly cutting up her pancakes.
"I was 15." I tried to defend myself.
"Oh - an' that's reason to burn the house down?" She asked shoving some pancake into her mouth.
"Hey it's good enough reason for me." I replied, sitting down with my plate.
I watched Brie push her food around her plate some, before pushing it aside. "Hey I thought you said they were good?"
"They are, its jus' - well I really ain't all that hungry." She replied.
I sighed watching her for a few minuets. I knew she was hurting, but I didn't know just how much, and I wasn't sure if I could get her to open up. Get her to trust me. "Brie? Please talk to me?"
She looked up with tears in her eyes. "Brian, I dunno. I dunno if I can." She said in a whimper.
"But I'm your brother." I said trying my best to reason with her, also reassure her.
"Who I haven't had a serious conversation with in like 9 years." She replied harshly.
"Can we jus' not think 'bout that, Jus' for now. Brie I can't help you, I can't make the hurt go away if you don' talk to me. If you don' tell me what happened."
She bit her bottom lip as it quivered. "Brian please... I can't."
"You can an' you haveta. Please. Brie, I'm beggin' you." My eyes plead with her; I know it's hard for her. But I also know if she doesn't tell me it could only get worse.
Tears roll down her face. "I was - I was walkin' home from the store." She began. "I wasn't that far from home an' outta no where this guy, he grabs me, he pulls me into an alley." Her eyes a red with tears now, I almost regret asking her what happened seeing how much she's hurting, but it's my job. "He put a gun to my head, tol' me to do everythin' he says. I thought he was gunna kill me."
I listen closely, I should be writing this down, not storing it in the back of my head. For now, the back of my head is better then nowhere. I give her a firm nod, letting her know it's okay to continue.
"Next thin' I know I feel him unzippin' my pants, I knew what was comin'. I begged him not to, but he didn't listen. He pull 'em down 'round my ankles, threw me to the ground, pull 'em off - an' he - he got inside me." She said chocking over tears.
"It's all right Brie, it's all right." I told her walking to her side and pulling her into a hug, letting her cry on my shoulder.
"Brian, it hurt so bad. It really did. He called me a slut, he said girls like me, like this kinda stuff." She sobbed. "I'm not a slut - I'm not!" Brie protested. "I'm - I was - I was a virgin."
I could just feel my blood boiling. I clenched my fists tightly hearing her speak. Chills rolled down my spine. Not only did this prick rape her, but also he took her virginity away. Something she could never get back. I hugged her tighter, not knowing what else to do. I could tell her I was sorry a million times. A million and one, but it would never be enough. There were no words for what had happen.
Breaking the hug I looked her in her eyes, drying her tears with my thumbs. "Brie," I started. "You think if I went with you, you could tell Detectives Stabler an' Benson what happen?" I asked her.
There was a long pregnant pause before finally spoke. "I - I can try." She said in a whisper.
"Please? For me?" I asked her.
"Like I said Brian I can try - I-I can't promise you nothin'." She said still sobbing.
"Tryin' is better then nothin' at all." I told her.
"Brain..." Tears started falling again. "Brain, I'm sorry.... I'm sorry I let you down. I'm sorry for everythin' I've ever done. But right now, I need you. I need my brother, please don' leave me."
"No - no." I said. "It's not your fault, I was the asshole, and it's not your fault Brie. Okay? You got it? You didn't do anythin' -"
She cut me off. "But I-"
"You did nothin'. Listen we'll talk 'bout it later okay, an' I'm not goin' anywhere at all. Okay. I promise you."
She only nodded in reply.
"C'mon." I said taking her hand. "I'll take you to talk to Stabler an' Benson. They'll help you; we'll get this guy. Okay."
I meant it too. I meant every word I said. I knew that if anyone could catch this asshole, they could. With the help of my old partner Munch, all four of us, could bring down the bastard.