My Sister's Innocence - 2

Chapter 5

Ever feel like you were being watched as you walked down the hallways of your school? Ever wonder why everyone’s eyes were so closely on you? Can you hear the whispers, are people really looking your way and whispering, or is it just paranoia? No, I know a look of disdain when I see one and I did not pretend to be so ignorant as to not guess why. Marie, who had been scorned, had started the worst most vicious nasty rumor about Kayla and me, and the worst thing was, the rumor was true. I could only hope she had no evidence to back it up.

“So, Grant,” my best friend Tyler came up to me and clapped me on the back, “no wonder you didn’t want us dating your sister, you were already fucking her.”

I spun around on my friends, ready to rear back and slug them all, but I saw the laughing faces that did not believe the rumor and I nearly sighed with the relief that was welled up inside of me. At least someone out there was on my side.

“Shut up,” was my perfectly macho defense.

“Don’t worry, we don’t believe it,” Jacob assured me, “no matter how hot your sister is and no matter how good she feels to touch.” I had to fight not to kill him with that remark.

“Yeah, well, seems half the school does,” I snapped harshly, because no matter if it was true or not, it pissed me off that so many people believed the rumors.

“Well, that’s how life is, eh?” Tim asked of me. “One moment you are at the top of the food chain the next they are finding a reason to kick you while you’re down. But who gives a fuck? Next week they will be talking about Marie’s pregnancy.”

“Marie’s pregnant?” Tyler asked stupidly.

“No, dumbass,” Tim snapped, “but according to our rumors next week she will be, and we won’t know who the father is. It could be any guy, which is pretty much true, eh?”

“Don’t worry Grant, you’ll only have to bear this for another week,” Jacob assured me.

However that was not the part that was hardest to bear. The first day was horrible, to say the least. Kayla went through it the hardest, her friends divided. The bookish girl and the blonde who looked like a Latina and the Latina stuck by her, but the other blonde and Marie broke off from her, explaining they always had the suspicion. Marie flung dirty words at Kayla and for the rest of the day the girl was taunted.

No one dared say anything in my presence after I drove one prick into a locker, face first. I let him slide down the locker and stalked away. Apparently everyone was too afraid to even report me to the teachers, I went through the rest of the day without a word being spoken in my presence, including the times I was close to Kayla, who would not even look my way.

That night she did not look my way during dinner and then locked herself in her room, ignoring the antagonizing knocks of her brothers who wished her to come out and wanted to know what was wrong, though they all knew at this point and found a way to blame me.

The next day was worse; the men started picking on Kayla about her being easy. It was Jacob and Tim’s turn to stick up for her, slamming heads into one another. This, of course, just added fire to the already burning rumor. Kayla did not even eat dinner with the family that night. The third day Kayla refused to go to school. I went, I had no choice. It would only perpetuate the rumors if I stayed home. She never came out of her room while I was home, despite my begging. The fourth day the rumor that Marie was carrying my baby started, by my friends. This helped quell the rumor that I was sleeping with my sister, but this did not seem to help Kayla any further, it only angered her more. Now she was slamming through the house, making a point to be in my presence but blatantly ignoring her. The fifth day I could not take any more.

“Would you talk to me!” I nearly screamed at her, turning her towards me as she stepped into the house. We were the first ones home, I have nearly chased her all of the way so I could talk to her. I had to grab both of her arms to even keep her close to me.

“No, leave me alone,” she snapped.

“Kayla, you can’t let those rumors get to you.”

“No, it’s over Grant. This was a mistake. This… it can not be.”

“You said you loved me.”

“No,” she sneered, “I asked you if you love me. I never told you any such thing. It’s over Grant; I won’t let you touch me any more. It was a mistake, a big one. Release me now; we can go back to our normal lives on Monday.”

And with that, we did. It was over. I was devastated. She was not even amicable with me any longer; I was another brother, another harsh person in her life, and our relationship shattered, perhaps for the best.

Or the worst, because if we had let it run its course perhaps later in life we would not have been where we are.