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I never had any intention of being back in this city. Never in the far recesses of my mind had I ever thought about coming back to my home. It has been over two years since I left and I wouldn't be here now if I didn't feel that I had to.
My father has a heart problem; something to do with a clogged artery and has to have bypass surgery. He was in the hospital waiting for the operation. I came home because he refused to let the doctors operate until I was there. I just hope the ongoing feud I have with my brother doesn't erupt and cause a problem.
My name is Jazz O'Connor (actually it's Jasper after my great grandfather, but please don't call me that). My brother William and I are the children of James and Mary and I am the youngest at 27. My brother is the reason I left my family and my home. If I hadn't left, I might have done to William what Cain did to Abel.
William is five years older than me and from my first memories has teased and tormented me. Most big brothers bully their younger brothers a little but it's sort of a tough love type of thing. Not William, he apparently hated me from the moment I was born.
Maybe it was because I was the baby of the family and he thought I got the attention that was rightfully his. Maybe it was because I looked like our father and people made remarks about our similarities. I don't know, but we never developed the bond that brothers should.
He would do something bad at home and blame it on me. When our parents weren't around he would hit me, not like a playful punch but with intent to actually hurt me. I learned very quickly to hide from him when they were gone. William would be punished but it never seemed to deter him.
He was much bigger than me; he took after our mothers Germanic ancestors. At twenty he was 6' 3" to my 5'7" and outweighed me by 50 pounds. I finally grew another 3 inches to 5'10". I took after my father with our Irish ancestry and looked just like he did at my age.
Anyway you get the idea that there was no love lost between William and me. My father loved all his children, but he and I had a special bond. I'm sure this was part of the reason for William's attitude toward me. My father and I were athletic, William wasn't. We liked to do things outdoors like hunting, fishing, or even just hiking through the woods. William would rather watch T.V. or play on the computer.
William was more outgoing than me, an extrovert personality. I was reserved, subdued, an introverted type. His brashness, his ability to talk to people, and his natural intelligence made him the logical choice to run my father's business. My family owns an electronics company that builds specialty communications equipment.
We both worked at most of the jobs in the factory to learn the business, but William was much better at sales, schmoozing with clients and the social aspects of the business and I was pretty good at the nuts and bolts part. We weren't stinking rich but we were stinking comfortable.
The blowup came when I was 22 and just home after graduation from college. Other than the little tomboy neighbor, Melody Thomas, that I grew up with, I had never brought a girl home before. She didn't really count because we were just fishing buddies and she was four years younger than me. We were pals until our junior year in high school. Then Melody and her family moved to another state and I hadn't seen her in over six years. After they moved she wrote a letter every month or so for a few months but they stopped coming.
This time I brought a young lady home with me. My parents were happy that I was overcoming my shyness. Shelley and I met in college and fell into instant "like" with each other. I managed to push myself out of my shell and asked her for a date. That date led to others and shortly we were a couple.
At Christmas her parents were on a cruise or something so I brought her home to meet my family. Shelley and I had agreed that we wanted to be together but a marriage proposal was never actually given.
Mom was courteous and friendly when she met Shelley, but she apparently wasn't as taken with her as I was. I thought that when Mom got to know her better she would warm up to Shelley. Dad was his usual charming, somewhat flirty self with Shelley. But even Dad didn't seem to really take to her. I don't mean that my parents were standoffish because they were very nice to her, but the spark or whatever wasn't there.
After graduation, Shelley's parents were on a trip to Europe or somewhere so again we came to my parents' house to spend a few weeks until her parents got home. Then we would go to her home and I would meet her folks. My mom and dad were courteous and friendly toward Shelley, but again the spark just wasn't there. I noticed it but I was too much in love to think anything about it.
My family owns a big house, six bedrooms, and a lot of land about 40 miles outside of the city. We have 165 acres mostly in trees. Shelley had gone on one of her two or three weekly trips into the city, so my dad and I took a long ride on dirt bikes using the trails that my dad and I had blazed through the woods. Racing through the oak, hickory and pine trees was a real adrenalin rush, something Dad and I enjoyed very much. When we got back as Dad and I cleaned the dirt off the bikes, I hit him with my surprise.
"Dad, what do you think of Shelley?"
"She seems to be a nice young lady. Why?"
"I'm going to ask her to marry me. We've talked about being together, so I think we should make it official. What'da think Pop?"
"Well ... That's an important decision. Oh hell, this will piss you off but I believe you should think about this some more before you jump in with both feet. I don't want to make you mad but there's just something about Shelley that doesn't set right with your mother and me."
"You don't know her like I do and I'm old enough to make up my own mind." I was angry and hurt that Dad didn't care for Shelley. I stomped off toward the house. As I got closer I saw what had to be William's car, a new Mercedes 4 seat convertible. He was the only one in the family that would spend that kind of money for transportation. I went into the house.
We always ate in the huge kitchen, Mom and Dad said they didn't want to put on airs so we had turned the dining room into a sort of library. Floor to ceiling bookshelves were added and several comfortable reading chairs were moved in. Mom said William was in the library.
As I passed the door to the library I heard William's voice. He had been on an extended business trip and then stayed at his apartment in the city for the last week. I don't know if he came out to the house to see me or what. I opened the library door to say hello to him.
William was in the library alright and now I knew why he came out to the house; he was holding and kissing Shelley. She was an active participant and seemed to be enjoying herself. I stood there for a while, in shock I guess, and started to leave. No dammit I thought, this time I'm not running away. He had finally stepped over the line in tormenting me. The lovers hadn't heard or seen me yet so I crossed the room to them.
A little aside here. While in school I worked out to keep in shape. Just sitting around drinking beer and eating pizza didn't appeal to me so I ran 4 miles twice a week. I also went to the gym twice a week. My roomy was a boxer and got me interested because of the hard physical training. I found that I had a talent for boxing and enjoyed it. I would train like I was going to fight and then spar for 30 minutes with other boxers. I was in the best and most dangerous shape of my life.
I got behind William and Shelley and called his name softly. When he came up for air and turned around, I hit him in the nose with a straight right. The punch didn't travel move than eight inches but down he went. William is a big strapping guy with very large arms and fists. But this large man was knocked on his ass by his little brother and it infuriated him.
William roared and got to his feet only to be knocked down again. The whole time Shelley was crying and saying things like don't hurt him and please stop. I never did figure out if she was worried about William or about me.
"Get up you big son of a bitch so I can knock you down again," I screamed at him. I really hoped he would keep getting up. There were a lot of years to get payback for.
He got up and charged me, trying to overwhelm me with his size. William is a big man, but he couldn't fight worth a damn. This time I was able to hit him four or five times before he hit the floor again. Then my dad came in and ruined all my fun.
"Jazz stop it. Stop it now." He put his arms around me to make me stop. I struggled to get loose but couldn't break my dad's hold on me. "William sit in that chair and let's see how bad your hurt," Dad ordered. Believe me when Dad uses that tone of voice you had better listen.
"Let him up Dad, I haven't ever started to beat on him. Let the asshole go!"
"Hush Jazz. Settle down. You broke his nose, isn't that enough?" Dad asked me. I shook my head no, that I wanted more.
"What the hell Shelley? Isn't one O'Connor enough for you? Are you going after my father next?" I was being nasty.
Shelley started blubbering to me that she met William at Christmas and they had been having a long distance relationship ever since. Now I was pissed.
"Why did you keep going out with me? If you wanted William why not tell me?"
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