Fitting in

Chapter 11

   Jason drove up to Brett’s house and let out a frustrated breath. He was mad and confused all at the same time. She said she didn’t want to have sex, yet he’d managed to walk in on her and Dave while looking for a bathroom. She was in his back seat sound asleep, and now he’d have to somehow get her into her house.

            “Are you mad? “Jesse said from his passenger seat. She begged Jason to take her with him when she found out about Brett.

            “No, I’m pissed.” He said

            “There’s no way Brett would voluntarily cheat on you. Dave’s a creep, he was probably trying to rape her.” She said.

            “Whatever.” He snapped, and walked up her long driveway to the front door. He rang the doorbell and waited for someone to open it, preferably not her parents, but at this point Jason didn’t really care. Blake, who Jason vaguely remembered was Brett’s sister opened the door.

            “Are your parents home?” He asked.

            “No why?” she said sounding concerned, “Where’s my little sister?”

            “She’s fine okay, just passed out. Will you help us bring her in?”

            “Passed out!?”

            “Oh and bring a robe or something.”

            Blake stared at him angrily then ran upstairs to get Brett’s favorite robe. She opened the back door and gasped at her sister. Brett had only her bra on, and Blake was already assuming the worst.

            “You creep!” She yelled turning around and punching Jason in the stomach. He crouched and held his stomach in surprise, while trying to duck from Blake’s next punch. “You’re a disgusting violating pig, and if you ever get near my sister again there will be lawful action!” Blake said kicking and punching. Jesse got out of the car and had to pull Blake off of him.

            “It wasn’t him Blake! Stop! Okay stop!” Jesse screamed. Blake stopped punching Jason enough to let him breathe, and he flopped on the floor even more frustrated and angry.

            “Then who did this to my sister!?!”

            “Dave Johnson, but that’s beside the point. Let’s just get her inside, and make sure she’s okay. Please?”

            Blake reluctantly obliged and put her limp sister into the robe. Jason had to carry her upstairs to her room, but once he was done he was more than ready to get out of there. Blake tried to apologize, but he wasn’t the mood to listen to any Witte at all and he left abruptly. Jesse decided she’d sleepover, because Brett would probably need answers in the morning. And Blake had to go and redo her chipped nails.

            In the morning Brett woke up feeling like crap. She didn’t remember getting in this robe and frankly she couldn’t remember anything past wanting to leave the party last night. She got out of bed sore, and looked down at Jesse on her floor. She walked into her bathroom , readjusted the nose, and almost fainted when she saw the bruises and hickies on her neck and face. She inspected the rest of her body, and noticed she wasn’t wearing underwear, and she had bruises on her tummy and thigh. Brett sprinted back to Jesse and shook her awake.

            “What on earth happened to me?” She screamed.

            Jesse groggily came to and sat up. “You don’t remember?”