My Sister's Secret
(Chapter Three: Pinky Promise)
Bailey opened the door and the room was dark except for a lava lamp in the corner. On the bed was a guy with a girl. The guy was on top of her and they were very obviously having sex. There were some clothes laying in a pile in the floor of the bedroom.
"Get the Hell out," the guy snapped as he glared over his shoulder.
"I am so sorry," Bailey said covering her mouth and backing toward the door. "I was looking for my sister."
As she backed up she tripped over something and fell to the floor. She took a deep breath and stood up almost as humiliated as the couple trying to have sex on the bed. She turned to walk back toward the door hearing them moaning behind her, only then realizing exactly what it was that had caused her fall.
It was a high heeled shoe. Black patent leather with a platform base and a rhinestone buckle across the toe. She picked it up again and flipped it over, size seven. This was her shoe. Her shoe that Aubrey had borrowed a week ago and not returned. Bailey stared down at it for a minute then turned and looked back at the couple on the bed.
"Aubrey?" She asked focusing on the girls hands as the guy moved on top of her moaning. She was trying to push away from him.
"Aubrey? Is that you?" Bailey asked stepping a bit closer until she could clearly see the ring on the girl's right hand ring finger. It was gold with double interlocked hearts, each with a small emerald. It was Aubrey's ring. The ring their father had picked out especially for each of them because it matched the necklace he had given their mother on the day they were born. She watched for a second unsure if this interaction was consensual. Then she heard Aubrey whimper as she continued to struggle with him.
"Get off of her!" Bailey said jumping onto the bed and hitting the guy in the head with the stiletto heel until he had released his grip on Aubrey's neck and pulled away from her.
Bailey reached for anything to throw at him, hitting him with a television remote control, a glass ashtray and an eleventh grade U.S. History book as she screamed at him until he was out of the room.
Aubrey gasped for air and cried as Bailey wrapped her arms tight around her sister covering her with the blankets. Bailey held her sister and tried to calm her, but began to cry as well when she saw the tears in Aubrey's eyes.
An hour later Bailey used her house key to let them back into the house. She started a hot shower for her sister in the downstairs bathroom and brought her clean clothes from the laundry room, careful not to wake their parents.
She put Aubrey's torn and bloody clothes into a plastic bag and hid them in the back of her bedroom closet so their mother would not find them. That night, for the first time since they were five years old, Bailey curled up in bed with her sister.
It seemed to take hours for them to fall asleep. Bailey was exhausted but refused to sleep until her sister did.
"We'll talk to mom and dad in the morning Bre, they will know what to do."
"No," Aubrey pleaded in tears, "please don't tell them. I don't want them to know. I don't want anyone to know. Especially, not mom and dad. Swear you wont tell," she begged.
"Okay, I swear." Bailey raised her pinky finger as Aubrey placed hers inside it. "Pinky promise," Bailey said with tears in her eyes as she hugged her sister tight and they both cried themselves to sleep.