As she walked out of the shower, the bedroom door cracked open about a foot. I looked at this deep purplish-Blue bruise, the size of a basketball on her leg. My heart leaped up in my throat as I continue to stare. My beautiful Aunt, was scarred. How? Why? WHO? Raced through my mind. She is a Goddess, I told myself. How could this happen to such a perfect specimen of womanhood? I wondered.
Then our eyes had locked, she knew that I saw. Tears began to build in her beautiful blue eyes. Stepping into the darkened room, no words meant to be expressed, we just fell into each others arms. I held her close, as we held each other for what seemed to be eternity. My mind then flashed back to evening before last, when I realized my dream from that night. Could it have not been a dream? Was it real I thought. I felt dizzy, my stomach turned as I thought to that night, laying in my bed thinking I was sound asleep. Dreaming of my uncle, beating my poor, defenseless Aunt. But, it was a dream right? Why wouldn't it be? My Uncle would never harm my lustful Aunt? Would He? Could He? I had to ask her.
As she looked up at me with that empty look. She was pale in complexion, I felt her entire body shake as she told me the story. It seems the day that the "Stranger" came over to look at the Pop-up camper for sale was a fink. He had called my uncle soon after the incident with the camper took place and told him that he had sex with her inside. Yes, she did give the man a blow job but that was far as it went. My Uncle went Ballistic with Jealousy. Not wanting himself to look bad to me by questioning her when I was awake, he waited till after I was already in bed several hours I suppose. She told me how he grabbed her by the hair, through her on theh bed, degrading her with terms such as Slut, Whore, Cunt among other explicatives. He kicked and hit her where it wouldn't be noticable unless she was naked. Her thighs and ass, under her breasts she was bruised. Bite marks on her ankles. She said she tried pleading with him, but he didn't stop, after trying to fight him, for what seemed hours, she just succumbed to the torture. It was longest night of her life. I became so weak, I couldn't stand, the dream which I thought I had was real. I felt sick, that I did not realize this and try to stop the attack on the one person I trully loved. I had to find a way to make it up to her. She had it was first and only time he ever had laid a hand on her in all the years of their marriage...It was to be the LAST TIME...
We spent the evening just talking, I told her that I wasn't going to let this ever happen again, as long as I was living and breathing he would pay for his biggest mistake. I would find someway to make him pay!
Next morning, I got up, my uncle ready to head off to work, we chit-chatted in our usual way, but in back of my mind the disdain for him was growing. My Aunt came out in her green robe kissed him on the cheek, I almost got sick again. But, I knew we had to play this so cool not to let on we had something planned for him.
That afternoon, my cousin Dave came over, we hung out shooting some hoops. Eileen came out in these short jeans shorts and white shirt, saying she was running to the store she be back in about hour or so. Watching her drive away. Dave and I started to talk. The more I told him about what went on at the house in past few day. I saw the Redness to his eyes. He was just as angry, if not more, than I even was. We had to come up with something. By the time She drove back in, we had a plan, but we needed her help. We weren't sure if she go along with it, but we had to try. We watched her get out of the car, with just one little shopping bag, now we began to wonder she was gone for over an hour and all she came back with was just one small bag? This was unusual for her.
