William found his sister in the living room, and as he approached her she continued to back away from him as if she were frightened of something. Her eyes were wide with terror, a stunned look on her face, her dress torn, her breast bruised and exposed. He could plainly see her shame through the veil of her tears.
“Who has been here Sara…?”
“What has happened?”
She stood there, her mind dazed unable to relate to him the details of what had occurred.
“Sara, speak to me dear!”
“John,” a single word repeated over and over again.
William only knew one John, his late fathers brother, John Harrison Conley. William had never liked nor trusted his uncle. But tolerated him for his father’s sake, although the two were never really that close.
“Sara, listen to me sweetheart, this is important. Do you mean uncle John?” The answer was found in the nod of her head, she was too ashamed to look at her brother, her eyes lowered to the floor.
“I-It wasn’t m-my fault Bill, I tried to stop him but I couldn’t!”
She broke down then tears flowing down her cheeks, deep tremors rolling through her young body. Her heart was breaking as he held her.
“Sara honey, listen to me, it’s going to be all right. I’ll take care of it darling. Just give me a few days Sara!” He put his arms around her drawing her into the circle of his arms offering what little comfort he could provide.
Sara was five months past her fourteenth birthday, she was a gentle girl quick to smile and very bright. Her eyes were blue and her hair a richly highlighted medium coffee color. Her physical appearance was a bit advanced for her age; she had the curvaceous voluptuous frame of an older girl. She and William had always been buddies, he adored her.
He should have been there, but he hadn’t been. It was his job to look after her now, and he had failed her. He felt like crying too, but he wouldn’t, his father never had, and he was his father’s son. He didn’t stop the act, but he wouldn’t let it go unchallenged either!
There was no real wall of safety now that dad was gone. Strange, how one sleepy overworked truck driver, on a late and lonely road, could impact adversely so many different things.
He was five months away from his enlistment, planning to let the Navy provide a higher education for him, saving his family the burden of helping with that expense. It seemed strange to William, the twist and turns that the path of life was in the process of taking. He was beginning to wonder, if all of it together, might not overwhelm him.
He loved his sister dearly; to be violated so intimately in the privacy of her own home was a deed unforgivable. The dark clouds of his anger crowded him, like a black and unholy gathering of all the basest desires ever spawned in the human heart. He was raging internally when a clear head was what he needed most.
“We will see if big John takes, as well as he gives. His mind now beginning to click.”
He would keep this from his mother, at least for now. That part would be the easy part. Working two jobs now, she was seldom here anymore, and if she was she was either resting or tending household needs. For the first time since his father’s death he realized how alone he really was, and the weight of that knowledge was draining the life force from his spirit.
He picked up the phone and dialed his aunt Ellie, telling her he needed to see her as soon as it was convenient for her schedule. He told her he needed her help with something deeply significant to him. Asking her not to say anything to anyone.
She told him to pop by Friday next, in the early evening. Her husband would be away on business over the weekend and they could talk in total security then.
Eleanor Conley, lay the phone in its cradle: as she wondered what in earth would motivate such a serious tone in her nephews call. It must be a girl she thought, he was at that age. No matter, she would help in any way she could. It would be nice to William again it had been awhile.
Friday arrived and Bill made ready for his meeting with Ellie, stuffing a few necessary items in the folds of his brief case. Then choosing his attire carefully and laying things out to the ready, he showered and shaved, making sure he was clean and presentable.
When he arrived at her door at the appointed hour, he rang the bell, and waiting there, the fleeting thought, that he should turn around and go home strongly crossed his mind. But he fortified his resolve and determined to go forward.
Eleanor opened her door and invited William into her home, not suspecting that anything of a notorious nature was amiss. She looked stunning, her hair was in a French roll at the back, her blond highlights magnified by the sheer black dress that expressed dynamically every subtle curve of her well formed body. She wore white high heels and dark smoke stockings that stopped just below the top of the slit in the side of her dress.
William had always known his aunt was beautiful, but this evening her image surpassed all these memories. She was leggy, with well-formed breast and extremely attractive. She was in her mid thirties but looked twenty-three, blessed with a beautiful face, and well balanced pleasant personality. She was a woman of breeding and sophistication, very articulate and intelligent.
She led him to the kitchen and politely pulled out one of the heavy oak chairs for him, seating herself directly across from him she smiled reassuringly and ask.
"What is it you wanted me to help you with William?"
