Last time, Terry and Trisha were caught in a compromising position by their mother, who was not all too thrilled. This time, prepare for fighting, drama, romance, action, secrets, twists, and a conclusion that maybe squick to some so if you aren't brave then please check the tags, All characters are 18 or over and are entirely fictional.
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Terry felt like his heart was tied to an anchor. There was a guilty powerlessness in him. He yearned to reach out and comfort Trisha, but knew it would simply anger his mother even more. He thought too much and did too little. In fact, he did a full two hours of thinking, and no time at all doing much of anything. When they arrived at home Trisha was once again in a state of calm, the tears having left little trace on her face. They had arrived just before the boys. Mother didn't say a word, and instead simply turned off the car and left. She walked calmly to the house and left the two alone.
"Trisha-" Terry started.
"It's fine." She shook her head. "She's right. I knew it from the beginning. I'm making things worse."
"No, Trisha, it's fine. You didn't-" She didn't let him finish, and instead left the car. Terry followed, "Trish," he touched her shoulder and turned her to face him. Her eyes looked down, avoiding him. "Everything I did was because I wanted to do it."
"But I made you want it."
"That doesn't even make sense-"
"Like I made you want to kill yourself." She croaked. Terry hesitated. "I didn't think about the future. I just bullied you till you till I got what I wanted and left when I got scared. So, just," She gulped and tried to smile wide, looking up into his eyes, "Let me be your sister again, okay?" She sniffed, "Lets just try to forget this ever happened. Any of it." She sniffed again and turned away to walk back to the house. Mother was waiting at the doorway. Trisha entered with her head hung low. Terry avoided his mother's glare as well.
Bill and Father were close behind. After some summary greetings they all agreed it was late and it would be best to get some sleep before the morning. Terry had school and Bill had work.
Much like the night before Terry was wide-awake thinking about his sister and what she said. He had only ever seen his mother that angry once before. He read the clock again and realized he'd been lying awake like this for several hours. He didn't mind too much. He still had too much to think about.
Did Terry want this kind of life? He'd see Trisha at every family gathering trying to act like a model sister, but never truly getting it right. Or maybe she'd go back to pushing him away. Or maybe she'd just leave again and never come back. His fingers tightened at the thought.
And then his eyes widened at the ceiling. Terry quickly got up and threw on some pants and a shirt. By the time he was halfway to his sisters room he saw Bill leaving it. Terry groaned before Bill said a word, "She's gone isn't she?" Terry asked in frustration. The look on Bills face was a knowing one. They both checked outside. All the cars were still there. Wherever she went, she had walked. "It's fine." Terry sighed in stress. "She does this sometimes." He still worried about her.
"Yea, I know." Bill agreed. "But it's been over two hours." Terry's neck tightened. "Anything happen on the way back today?" He asked. "She seemed pretty happy before."
"She had a fight with mom." Terry explained.
"I think I'll drive around town." Bill fished for his keys. "When we have fights she sometimes-" He paused and took a deep breath, "Any nearby bars?"
"Bars?" Terry asked. "Within walking distance, no. The only one I know is a biker bar that she'd never-"
"I'll check there first." Bill sighed knowingly. Terry raised an eyebrow. "You want to come along?" Terry nodded.
Bills car was a lot like it's owner. A bit dull, but well built and reliable. The seats were well worn and the vehicle looked about at old as Terry was. No electric locks or windows. It turned on with a minor struggle as the engine turned and they were off. Terry gave directions and Bill nodded, one hand on the wheel and the other on his forehead, "She drink much at home?" Bill asked.
"Uh, no."
"Hmm." He grunted.
"Does she now?" Terry asked.
"I didn't want to bring it up around her folks," He combed a hand through his hair, "Especially since she was on good behavior, but she'll do this when she's had a bad day." Terry tried to let that sink in. "And she's had a lot of bad days. She seemed a good bit happier today though. Must have been a hell of a fight." He turned into the parking lot.
The building had a number of bikes and cars in front of it. The bar was a hole in the wall behind a pizza place just outside the main highway. It would be a ten-minute walk. Terry only knew it was a place to stay away from; it was the beginning of the bad part of town. The alleyway that led to it had a mural of naked woman nailed to the wall crying tears of blood. "Lovely." Bill rolled his eyes. Terry didn't like how normal this all seemed to Bill.
A single man in a leather jacked guarded a door below the only light for several yards. They approached from the darkness, and Terry stayed close to the much larger Bill.
"Invites only." It was a white haired man in his fifties with a voice that creaked like an old rocking chair. And limbs held together by tight cords. "'Sides, boy looks to young to drink."
"Looking for a girl. Long blond hair, came around here last two hours." Bill explained. "My girlfriend, his sister."
"Eh?" The man looked up and though for a moment. "Oh yea. She came round here. She got invited in." The old man grinned, he was missing a few teeth. "Boss is buying her a few drinks. I were you I'd, wait till morning after he's had 'is way with-"
Terry heard a crunch and a crack before he saw Bill break the mans face against the brick wall. Terry flinched a full second after the attack. The old man crumpled as Bill leaned over him. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you. Is she in there or not?"
"Fuck off, yes! Yes! She's in there!" He spat out a tooth. "Fucker!"
Bill opened the door and Terry followed close behind, avoiding the man on the ground. "Shit Bill, you just committed an assault. You sure there wasn't a peaceful solution to that?"
"Terry, you're a good kid." Was all Bill could say to that. Terry gulped. Was this really the kind of crowd Trisha made friends with?
The bar was empty except for the bartender, another biker type, and Trisha. "Wait here." Bill commanded and Terry kept his distance by the entrance.
"Hey." Bill made his presence known, and what a presence it was. His muscles bulged from his shirt and he stood taller than anyone else in the room could hope.
Trisha noticed him and sulked. The biker responded, "An' who are you supposed to be?" he had a sandy southern accent and a black beard braided down his chest. Dark rounded glasses hid his eyes. He held himself like a man without fear "Haven't seen you 'round here?"
"Thatsh," Trish started with a slur, then hiccupped, "Bill." She coughed and pointed, taking another drink from her bottle. "Mah boyfriend." She swayed.
"Ah, the bastard you were talking about aye?" He stood and took a step towards Bill. "Girl here said you didn't appreciate her. Didn't turn her on, so she's looking for someone else. Sorry you had to hear about it this way."
"Trisha, it's time to come home." Bill ignored the man and looked to Trisha. "Your brother is worried about you." Terry could hear and see everything, but doubted anyone but Bill noticed him standing in the shadows by the entrance.
"If you wants me, you gots to
