(Edited by '
larryinseattle'
without whom my stories would never be more than simple tales)
*****
Tyler and I had been friends from the moment we met. Actually, that's not quite true. The first time I met her I told her that Tyler was a boy's name not a girl's. Her answer was to hit me in the arm, telling me, "Tyler is too a girl's name and I should know because I'm a girl."
Her answer seemed logical to an 8 year-old and from that point on we were inseparable. My family had moved into the house next to theirs just a few days after they'd moved in as well. The neighborhood was 'in transition' my dad said since older people were moving out and younger couples with kids were moving in. Not that it meant a whole lot to either of us. Within a week we were going everywhere together; school, the store, the park, the library, even the movies. If you found one of us somewhere, the other wasn't far behind.
As we grew older, many people began to assume that we'd become 'a couple' and start dating but neither of us wanted to risk our friendship on something as unstable as a teenage romance. Instead, we continued to hang around together while asking for advice from a 'member of the opposite sex' about dating, relationships, and even sex. More years went by and after graduation, she left for college while I stayed behind to take over my father's jewelry store.
Three more years drifted by and then one day I saw her sitting on the front porch of her parent's house when I had stopped by to visit my parents. She was thin, her hair looked dirty and was blowing in the breeze, and her clothes looked like she'd been wearing them forever.
"HI," I yelled as I stepped from my car but she didn't answer, instead continuing to stare ahead as if nothing in the world mattered. I cut across her front yard and was within a few feet when I called out again, "Hey you."
She jumped and spun towards me. "Oh, hi," she replied in a low whisper, while she wrapped her arms across the front of her chest.
"How you been doing? I haven't heard anything from you for almost a year."
"I ... I," she started to answer but instead of finishing, she jumped to her feet as tears streamed down her face and ran inside her parent's house.
Confused, and more than a little concerned, I began to follow only to be stopped as her mother came to the door.
"Hey, Mrs. J. What's going on with Ty?"
"Shhhhhhh," she said, quietly. "Let's go outside."
My inner alarms instantly went off as we walked back to my car to get out of the cold, late Fall wind.
"I'm really sorry she treated you like that. It's just ..." she hesitated, tears forming in her eyes as well. "Well, things didn't go quite the way she'd hoped at school."
"What happened? Did she fail one of her courses or something?"
"No, it's not that."
"What then?"
"Her boyfriend ..."
"What about him? I thought everyone was saying what a great guy he was."
"I guess we were wrong."
"What did he do?" I growled as my protective instinct surged forward. "Did he hurt her?"
"Mmmmm, he ... mmmmm ... he wanted to ... ahhhhhh ... take things to the next level but Ty wasn't ready and he ..." she faltered.
"He WHAT?"
Mrs. J sat in silence, trying to decide just how much she could or should tell me, before continuing. "Since you're almost family, I'm sure you'll find out sooner or later but he ... he raped her," she finished, the last words almost in a whisper.
Instead of a whisper the words seemed as loud as if they'd been blasted through a huge set of speakers. "He ...?"
Her answer was a barely noticeable nod of her head.
"When?"
"Two weeks ago. Apparently they went out on a date and he gave her a ring. Not an engagement ring but something he called a 'commitment ring'. He said it meant they'd be together as long as they both wanted to and that now they could ... mmmmm ... you know. She said 'No' that she still wasn't ready and he got mad. She told me that the last thing she remembers is him pushing her onto the bed. After that, nothing, until she woke up the next morning. She was still on the bed and he was passed out next to her. Her clothes had been ripped off and were thrown all over the floor. She felt a terrible pain between her legs so she slid from the bed and went into the bathroom. When she checked, there was blood between her legs along with ..." again she left the words unsaid. "She left and went to the hospital and they called the police. In the meantime, they did all the tests and such they needed to do and then called us. When we got there, they released her and we brought her home."
"What happened to the son of a bitch that did this to her?"
"He insisted that she had agreed to having sex and things got carried away. We're still waiting to hear from the District Attorney to see if he's going to charge him with rape."
"Fuck," I whispered before thinking about who I was sitting with. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be using that kind of language in front of a lady."
She laughed, softly, as she replied, "Don't be. I said a lot worse when I found out what he'd done."
"So what can I do to help?"
"I'm honestly not sure right now but if I think of anything, I'll let your mom know and she can get a hold of you."
"Here," I said, as I took out one of my business cards and wrote my personal cell phone number on the back. "This is my personal number. Call me anytime, day or night."
"Thank you. You always were there for Ty when she needed you."
"Hey, don't put any halo on my head. Ty was there more than a few times for me, too."
Afterwards, we hugged and she walked back to her house while I went inside and spent the evening with my parents.
By noon the following day I got a call from Mrs. J.
"Hello, this is Kevin."
"Hi, Kevin this is Mrs. J. Did you really mean it when you said you'd like to help Ty?"
"Of course. What can I do for you?"
"Well, Ty hasn't gone back to her apartment since the night this all happened. She's afraid her ex or one of his friends might try to make her change her version of what happened that night so she doesn't have anything to wear other than what they gave her at the hospital."
"So, you want me to go back to her apartment with her?"
"No, no, nothing like that. Who knows might happen if you and her ex ran into each other. I'd hate to see you land up in jail. Besides, his lawyer got some type of court order so no one can enter the apartment. Something about any disturbing evidence. Personally, I think it's just a cruel way to try and force Ty to do what they want."
"You're probably right," I replied. "I'd definitely like to get this guy in a dark alley somewhere."
"You and me both," she snickered before continuing. "But what I was wondering is if you'd mind taking her to one of the malls to get some clothes. I'll give you some money but the two of you decide which one. That way if 'Mr. Asshole' shows up, I can honestly say I don't know where Ty is."
