Morning Hell
I woke up to a pounding on the door. I was really tired, since I only had a couple hours sleep. Delores and her cousin kept me up all night with an all-night sex party, so being ordered out of the house seemed out of the blue. “I want you out of my house,” The voice demanded, “I’ll take you to a bus stop then good riddens!” I knew her aunt didn’t really like me; now I had the proof. Basically, I had to get my junk and get out. There was no breakfast, no shower, I just had to leave. Yes, I was frightened beyond belief.
I found myself catching a bus, with all my junk, the #159, towards Downtown Seattle. It was 5:05 AM and all I knew was my older sister’s cell number. I knew she was somewhere in the Seattle area, but I wasn’t sure exactly where. I felt uncomfortable calling her at a strange hour, but I felt like I had no choice.
“Who would be calling me at this hour,” A sleepy voice asked. I recognized Jessica’s voice.
“Jess: it’s your brother, Michael. I’ve been abandoned out here. I’m on a 159 heading to Seattle. My girlfriend dumped me and her aunt brought me to a bus stop.” I started sobbing.
Jess said, “You’re bulshitting me.”
Before she could go any further, over the PA system, the driver called out “104th Avenue SE & SE 256th Street.”
Jess said in a worried voice, “I overheard the driver calling out a stop. You’re obviously not bulshitting me. Bear with me: you’re on the bus which will take you to the Kent Train Station. When you get to the train station, catch the 565 marked Overlake. Get off at the Renton Transit Center and wait there. I’m coming to get you. If I’m not there yet, wait at Bay 5. Your bus will be letting you off in Renton at Bay 3. I’m going to be coming from Route 105. You should be pulling into Renton at 6:00. Let me get going so I can get dressed.”
“Jess, slow down,” I sobbed.
My sister said, “Put simply, when you get to the Kent Train Station, you want the 565 marked Overlake and you’re going to the Renton Transit Center.”
When the 159 pulled into the train station, the driver directed me to the 565 stop and said, “Your bus should be here in about five minutes.”
Renton Transit Center, by Oran Viriyincy
The 565 dropped me off at Renton and I saw my sister sitting in her wheelchair waiting by the bus’s front door. On her chair’s table were two small cups and two Danishes.
The driver asked, “My bus?”
Jess answered, “No thanks.” As I started hugging her tightly, she said, “No thanks. Just picking up my brother. I’m going to be catching the 909.”
She then wheeled over to the loading area for the 909 and offered me the drink and Danish. “Here, something to hold you until we get to my place. It’s not a long ride at all, but please eat quickly.”
“Quickly,” I asked, sobbing.
She explained, “Since you’re not supposed to eat or drink on the bus. That’s why I only got us small ones.”
We finished our drinks right as the bus pulled up and the driver called out, “Jessica! What are you doing up so early?”
As he got the lift going, my sister said, “Long story short, my brother was left for dead by his girlfriend’s aunt. I’m taking him to my place.”
As Jess was being secured onto the van, she explained, “I’m going to have you set your things into my room while I make you something. I’m going to send a message to work to let them know what’s going on.”
“Thanks,” I sobbed. We sat down on the 909 and I was directly across from her.
“It’s a short ride to my place. When we get there, I’ll show you where my room is then I’m going to make omelets with ham and cheese like Mom used to do on Sundays.”
It wasn’t too long before Jessica was ringing the bell to get off the van. “It’s just a short walk up to Vuemont. Please excuse my mess because I just bought a house in Bellevue and I’m in the process of packing. I’m slowly but surely moving. Help is coming on Saturday since I can’t lug everything onto the bus.”
We entered Jessica’s apartment and she said, “Now, I need to be honest about things. I’m not mad at you at all. I was afraid this would happen and I’m kicking myself for not having you come with me yesterday, but oh well you’re here now.” After showing me her bedroom (where my sis wanted me to put my things), she continued, “She was controlling you. The family hated me. I hate to say this, but I’m glad you were kicked out.”
I started crying real badly. “Don’t cry,” Jess said as she started gathering things for omelets, “Here, have some breakfast.”
I asked, “Jess, I’m extremely hungry, do you have a big bowl of cereal?”
My sister answered, “Yes, I can do that instead.” As she said that, she shut the stove off and wheeled over to her cabinet. She pulled on a rope to bring it down to her level and got the biggest bowl she had and poured us breakfast.
As I sat down, I whimpered, “I can’t believe this is happening.”
Jessica said, “Let me be honest. You’ll find someone who treats you well. She treated you like gutter shit. Rachel, Kristin, and I are going to spend Christmas Weekend with Dad and Cathy. I’m going to let them know you’re going to be with us too.”
Jessica wheeled over to the table with our bowls of cereal then pulled her cell phone out. Then she looked at the time and realized, “It’s only 6:35. They won’t be up yet. Even I’m just now usually starting to get up.”
“I’m sorry I woke you up Jess,” I sobbed.
My sister replied, “It’s ok. You needed to wake me considering your situation.”
“Thank you for not being mad at me,” I whimpered. Jessica hugged me to show she wasn’t mad.
She said, “Let me text Cathy and when she gets up and calls, I’ll explain what happened. Don’t be upset, none of this is your fault. You’re safe with me here in Renton.”
Jessica had an idea, “When you’re done your breakfast, let me give you a bath. I’m sorry, but Delores was a disgusting slob and I’d be surprised if that house didn’t fail a health inspection. You don’t need her. Didn’t you find it disgusting all the cat shit on the floor? Please, be honest with me. I’m not mad at you; I was worried about you.”
I continued sobbing as Jess and I had breakfast. “You want to give me a bath,” I asked my sister.
“Yes. I’m sorry, but what she did to you. I want to get you washed. You’ll thank me later,” She said.
I agreed to let Jessica give me a bath. As soon as we were done eating, she put our dishes in the dish washer then she took me into the bathroom. She undressed me then undressed herself – so that she didn’t get her clothes soaked – then got the tub going.
She got the tub bench going and pulled her wheelchair up against the tub and said, “Have a seat in the bench and do you mind handing me the showerhead?”
I handed it to her and she flipped a small switch which caused the showerhead to come on. As she started washing me, my sister said, “Let me be honest. She stunk. When I got home yesterday, I was in the shower for what seemed like ages. I was that disgusted. I understand you’re upset. Breakups are always hard. I will be honest, I’ve never had a boyfriend, but I’ve seen it in school.” She filled a small bucket with water and said, “Close your eyes. I’m going to wash your hair now.”
Jessica then drenched my head and got the shampoo going. She rubbed the shampoo and continued, “Today, I’m going to be doing my work from home so that I can stay and comfort you. Saturday, the WSN Games department is coming over to help me move. I want to try to get this done in one day.” Jessica continued by getting the soap going. She explained, “I want to rid the filth of that pig. I need to wash your dick.”
I thought for a moment. “I understand. Go on ahead,” I said. Jessica then washed me down there and yes, it seemed like she lingered longer than she needed.
After giving me a thorough washing, Jess pulled the plug and said, “I’m going to take a quick shower. I don’t care that you’re in here. Please start drying off then we’ll get dressed.”
My sister was real quick in her shower then we got dressed. “Is there anything you’d like to do today? I can easily do any work on my Smartphone and laptop. WorldSoft knows that I need to comfort you.”
“Could I please get some sleep,” I yawned, “This is going to sound disgusting, but they kept me up all night.”
“What happened,” Jessica asked.
“I remember that for a few minutes, they had me wait alone in the room where you were in, then Delores and her cousin…” I started crying.
Jessica transferred from her wheelchair to the bed, turned the radio on, and said, “Please tell me everything. Take as much time as you need.” She pulled her laptop over and plugged it in and turned it on. “I’m going to do my work from home on this laptop, so take as long as you need,” She reassured me. I decided to pull my laptop out of my bag and plugged it in as well. “A 110L? eh. How about this: remember Daddy taking us to Broil’s down in Oregon?”
“Yeah, why,” I sobbed.
Jessica answered, “There’s a Broil’s that’s a hop, skip, and a 240 away on Garden Ave. It’s about a 20 minute bus ride from here. Would you like a better laptop? We can go later today after you’re rested.”
I proceeded to hug my sister very tightly and started, “They kept me up all night. They came into the room completely naked and promised me a night of wild sex. And believe me, they delivered.”
I sobbed some more and Jessica allowed me to snuggle in her arms and continued, “They kept me up all night, Delores and the cousin taking turns fucking me all night. Around 2 in the morning or so, the cousin snickered, ‘just wait until 4.’” I sobbed some more and continued, “they slept naked and had me touch both of their p… p…” I couldn’t continue as I let out a wail of a sob.
Jessica figured, “They had you put your hands on their pussies as they went to sleep?” I grudgingly nodded yes and tried to indicate ‘in’ instead of ‘on’. I think my sister got the message. Jess spoke the truth, but it was very painful to think about it.
“Suddenly I heard a pounding at the door and found myself shoved onto the 159 at 5 AM. Then I called you and here I am,” I finished.
Jessica asked, “This is why you want me dressed right now?” I nodded yes and my sis rested at my side allowing me to snuggle in her arms. Jessica was trying her best to comfort me, but she understood I was taking this very hard.
Jessica suggested, “You can sleep here on my bed and I’ll get you up for lunch. I usually eat around 12:30, then we’re going to catch the bus to Garden Ave so you can get a new laptop.”
I begged, “Please don’t leave my side.”
My sister said, “I wasn’t going to. I can do my WorldSoft work right from this laptop and can stay at your side.” She allowed me to rest in her lap as she started doing her work. “It’s 8 now, please rest as long as you need,” She sighed.
“12:30 sounds fair,” I yawned. Jessica then gently moved my head to the pillow, pulled the blanket over me, and proceeded to do her work. As promised, she did not leave my side and it sure felt good getting a decent nap in.
The radio jingle came in, “You’re listening to KSEA-FM – Seattle, Olympia, Mt. Vernon – playing Christmas Favorites of Yesterday & Today. Up next is Cram with This Christmas followed by a listener request: Christmas, Don’t Be Late.”
When the very familiar percussive opening of This Christmas kicked in, I threw myself into Jessica’s arms and wailed.
“What’s wrong,” My sister asked, pausing her work.
Through heavy sobs, tears, wailing, and general crying, I was able to etch out, “This is what she did to me. This is exactly what she did to me the year we ‘Hounded it to Rhode Island to see Aunt Betsy.”
My sister started tearing up and said, “I’m going to let WorldSoft know what’s going on and pause my work. I can’t bear to see you like this and I think you need brother/sister time with me.” Jessica then explained how she cried all the way to work when she was dropped off at the Kent Train Station, because all she could think about was the situation I was in. She also explained that WorldSoft was very understanding and how they were pleading with her to get back to Kent (and that one coworker was offering to drive her to the place to rescue me).
12:15 rolled around and Jessica woke me up. “Ready for lunch sleepy head,” Jessica asked.
“Yeah, I think so,” I said.
“I’m going to make PB&J sandwiches – two for each of us – and will have chips and soda,” She said, “Does that sound good?”
“Yeah, it’s simple and effective,” I said as my sister transferred to her wheelchair.
She then led me the living room and said, “We’re going to be on the bus at 1:10 and will be at Broil’s around 1:45 or so.” She started making us lunch and it felt good not having any pressure to act in a certain way.
The 240 dropped us off way up the road from Broil’s and Jessica explained, “I’ve been lobbying to get the stop moved for ages. So we have to double back to where we were.”
Broil’s of RentonWe entered the Broil’s and I just couldn’t believe my eyes. The place was huge and did nothing but electronics. “Jess, I don’t want to sound rude, but how much am I allowed to spend” I asked.
“I think I can spare $3,000 or so,” she said as if it was no big deal.
I gasped, “Three grand!?”
That’s when we were greeted by an associate, “Good afternoon Jessica, what brings you here today?”
“My brother currently has a 110L so I’m going to get him a real gaming rig,” as we made our way to the main floor.
I never realized just how fast Jessica could go in her chair and I called out, “Jess, slow down!”
“Oh, sorry,” She said as we entered the laptop section. “Well, here we are. Now, you need a real gaming rig. I won’t settle for less that 4 GB of RAM and a 500 GB hard drive.”
I started looking at the different models and Jessica asked, “You want a Blu Ray device?”
I asked, “You can afford that?”
My sister said, “That’s no problem. Besides, it’s the new standard for movies so you might as well get one.”
An associate came over on routine and asked if we needed help. Jessica turned and he said, “Oh, good afternoon Jessica.”
Jess said, “I’m getting my brother a real gaming rig.”
“Jess, I think I found one I like, but it only it had Uber not Home Premium,” I said.
Jess said, “I can legally get you Uber from work. One of these days I’ll take you to the Museum of Computer History. There’s a WorldSoft company store inside and I can get you a free license to Uber. I can also get your programming tools while we’re there. We have time before dinner if you want to go after paying for this laptop. Are you sure this is the one you want? I want you to decide without rushing.”
I thought it over and looked at some more laptops and decided, “Yes, this is the one I want.”
Jessica had the associate put the box on her wheelchair tray and said, “I’m going to put this on my Broil’s account, but we still need a few more items. Michael, would you like to get some games while we’re here?”
“Yes, please,” I said.
“Alright,” Jessica said, “I’ll take you to the games area then there’s a few parts for my server I need to grab and you’re going to need a transfer cable.”
I said, “Transfer cable? I don’t mind just reinstalling everything.”
Jess said, “You’ll be thanking me later.”
Jess said, “I saw your collection and I would like to complete it for you. If there’s anything else you want, I’ll order it online. We need to go easy since we’re going to have to lug this all day.” I looked at her with concern and my sister quickly added, “Your laptop can be carried using my wheelchair’s tray like I’m doing now. Although do you mind reaching into my backpack and pulling out the tray cage? This way nothing will fall.”
I did as Jessica asked and she felt much better and soon she was leading me to the checkout. I asked, “Are you sure there’s no time to drop this off back at the apartment?”
Jessica looked at her watch and said, “If we hurry, we might make that 564. I’m going to need you to push me and go quickly. We have about 5 minutes.”
We arrived at the bus stop and Jess said, “There’s our bus coming off of I-405. We just made it.”
Jessica showed the operator her WorldSoft ID and said, “I need to pay my brother’s bus fare. He’s going One Zone and will need a transfer.”
We got back to Jessica’s apartment, dropped off our things and were quickly back on the bus. “This time, we need either the 564 or 565. The software can fit in my backpack so no worries there.”
The driver called out “Overlake Transit Center.” and I couldn’t believe my eyes.
“So this is where you work,” I asked in amazement.
“Yep, this is it. It’s not much but it does the job.” Of course Jessica – being used to WorldSoft campus – was being modest and she knew this was my first time seeing it.