Rescue

The bus dropped the youngest of my older sisters off at our stop.  “Jessie, it’s so nice to see you again,” I said as I offered a hug.  Jessie was quite short, but I didn’t care – it was easier for me to hug her from my wheelchair.

Jessie took the reigns of my wheelchair and Stevie snapped, “I can do that!”

Jessie, being older than Stevie (Jessie’s 25, but looks like she was about 15 or 16 because of her short height, and Stevie was 20, compared to my 19), just gave her a dirty look then crossed her arms.

We entered the house and Stevie snapped, “You sit next to me!”

“I want to sit next to my sister,” I said.

Jessie said, “If he wants to sit with me, let him.”  She then helped me transfer out of my wheelchair and onto the couch next to her.

“No, you sit next to me,” Stevie snarled.  In anger, she then slapped me hard.

Jessie stood up as I started crying.  “Oh, no!”  She helped me into my wheelchair and continued, “No, you are not going to be with someone who slaps you.  Get your things, we’re getting on the next bus out of here!”

I didn’t have much – which was a good thing – as we boarded the last #320 of the evening