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As my father gets closer to our house, his expression changes, and then he try to flee and make a wrong turn.
I did not hesitate to punish his scrotum, a sharp spike of pain blooms where I left it, mild but unmistakable. Even at this distance, it’s easy to control anyone as long as Loveth and I remain in contact. He slammed on the brakes nearly causing an accident.
Only when he turn around and headed back the right way do I release him.
We sat there in silence, holding each other, watching the night swallow him whole...
*****
Our father draws close to home, and I realize we can’t see our mother, but It took only a little effort to place a happiness switch in her from this distance. I have to use Nancy’s position in relation to where my father is standing to make it work, and as soon as I do, we can see our mother, and though we can’t hear Dad’s words, her reactions tell us enough.
After our dad was done talking, Nancy steps forward and strikes him across the face while Mom cries. I feel bad for Mom, but I know she will be better off when this is over. Dad raises his arm to strike Nancy back, but when his small pecker suddenly hurts, he drops his hand and flees, leaving all of his possessions behind.
I’m fairly certain he will do as he’s been told. He is to divorce Mom, leave her all of his money, and pay a sizeable sum every month afterward. If he ever contacts her again, he’ll regret it.
A few minutes later, after we watched our Dad fled away in a hurry before Loveth finally pulled away from me and start to interrogate me.
"Who was that lady that slapped Dad, and why is there a sense of contentment about her?" Loveth asks slowly. Then she continues before I can answer.
"And that other girl—the really attractive one—I get a jumble of senses from her," she asked.
Her hands are clasped in her lap, and her voice is barely above a whisper.
"That girl is Tina, a friend from college, and the other lady is her mom," I reply, hoping she won’t dig too much deeper.
Thankfully, she stays quiet for a while, and I can see she was struggling with something. Finally, she said something, "About what Dad said..."
She looks pensive, and my heart ache for all the pain our father has caused her, determined to do what I can to return her to the happy Loveth I knew.
"Don’t worry about it," I said cheerfully, trying to stop her from talking about it since it’s causing her so much pain. "He’s long gone, and it doesn’t matter anymore."
She gripped both my hands and looks me in the eyes.
"But it does. You see, he started doing what he did to me because of a REASON," she said with tears in her eyes.
She dropped her head again, and I can see a tear roll off the tip of her nose, which causes my heart to ache once more.
"He did it because he is a lunatic, and a disgusting human being with screw loose in his head," I protested, trying to ease her off her pain.
But for some reason, that only seems to hurt her more.
"Will you just shut up and listen to me?" she snapped at me.
I was shocked by her outburst, and my head nod automatically.
I almost open my mouth to tell her she doesn’t owe me anything, but the flash of anger in her eyes stops me.
"I never told you why he started to m*lest me, nor have I told anyone before, because of a certain reason. But after what you did for me and Mom today, I think... I think you have the right to know," she said with a straight face.
"I used to keep a diary. I kept all my personal and private thoughts in it. One day, Dad found it, and read it. When I got home that day, he confronted me about some of the..." She swallowed, clearly trying to build up the courage to continue. "Things I’d written in it. Things that were wrong and perverted. Things about you," she said nervously.
Those last few words spill out in a rush.
I’m baffled. What could she have written in her diary that would make our father m*lest her?
I soon found out.
Like a boulder at the top of a hill, she started slowly, then builds up the momentum.
"I wrote about spying on you in the bathroom, I even wrote about hiding in your closet a couple of times just to watch you masturbateI wondered what it would be like to have... to..." She trails off briefly before forcing herself onward, and said with a tear stricken and heartbroken face.
"To be with you in ways that brothers and sisters shouldn’t be."
She dropped my hands, expecting me to condemn her, but this time, it was me who grabs them back, and hold on to them tightly. When she looked up at me, I gave her an encouraging smile.
This was the last thing I ever expected to hear from my older sister, but considering what had happened between me, Stephanie, and Stacy—not to mention Nancy and Tina—her words doesn’t bother me at all. A few weeks ago, I probably would have freaked out tho.
"Dad told me that he would tell everyone what a pervert I was unless I let him... touch me. And he hid the diary so I couldn’t get rid of it."
I can see how much effort it took for her to make this confession—the way she loosely holds my hands, the hitch in her voice, and the fear of rejection evident in her soft blue eyes.
"Did he..." I almost can’t bring myself to ask, "...did the bastard go all the way?"