Chapter 3

"Hey, you don't talk to me the way you did earlier," David warned Christine later that night.

He'd entered her room as usual. He had his t-shirt off and his flannel pajama pants on. His eyes showed anger as he made a fist.

"Leave me alone, please!" Christine pleaded.

"Not until I get some pussy. Now come here," David said grabbing Christine by the arm.

Christine struggled but David threw her on her bed. She was going to have sex with him again, she knew that. This would go on until she would have the courage to stand up for herself.

Christine was almost shocked when she heard Janice's voice over the phone Saturday afternoon.

"Christine! It wasn't Tom! I should have known!"

Christine's heart sank. "It wasn't Tom?"

"Yes! He wasn't the one who sent me those flowers or candy! I felt so stupid going to him and asking him. Can you imagine how I felt when he said it wasn't him? Oh my god!"

"Janice, calm down. It's better that it wasn't him. He was such a jerk to you," Christine assured her.

"I don't want to be alone right now Christine. Can I got pick you? We can go catch a movie or something."

Christine knew she shouldn't feel good, but she did. "I'd love to."

A few minutes later, Janice honked her car horn as she parked in front of Christine's house. Christine rushed out the door but felt her face turn white when she saw David outside talking to Janice. He had been playing basketball and his flirty smile was making her sick.

"David, don't you have something better to do?" Christine asked haughtily.

"Like what?" David snapped.

"It's ok Christine. I was just talking to your brother. He's really sweet, just like you."

Oh if you only knew, Christine thought.

"Well, we gotta go," Christine said getting into the car.

"It was very nice to meet you Janice," David said sarcastically.

Christine felt her blood boiling.

"Nice to meet you too David. See you later." Janice replied nicely.

She put the car on drive and the girls headed out to the town. They went to see a romantic-comedy at a theater downtown. Afterwards, they had dinner and then Janice invited Christine over to her apartment.

Christine was excited, yet scared to be alone with Janice. What if she couldn't help herself and give her boss a long wet kiss?

Once inside the apartment, Janice turned on the lights and threw her keys on the coffee table. She turned to look at Christine. Christine was at awe. Janice had a very nice apartment.

"Wow! Now this is the kind of place I want for myself someday," Christine said.

Janice giggled. "You will have it someday sweetie. Go on have a seat. Did you want something to drink? I know I can't give you alcohol but did you want a soda or something?" Janice asked heading towards the kitchen.

"Uh no thank you. I'll just relax here."

Christine took a seat on the leather couch and layed her head back. She hadn't gotten much sleep the previous night so her eyes felt tired. Janice came back and turned on the stereo. Slow jazz music played and Janice kicked off her heels and sat down next to Christine.

Christine turned her head slowly to stare at her. She was so beautiful.

"Thank you Christine. Thank you for being there for me. You know I think you and I are going to be good friends," Janice said eyeing Christine.

"I love spending time with you. Did you know that you are the best friend I've ever had?" Christine asked.

Janice raised a brow. "Really? So you don't mind hanging out with an old lady like me?"

Christine looked at her seriously. "You are not old. Janice, I think you are so wonderful."

Janice's face turned red. "Thank you sweetheart. I appreciate that. I think you are wonderful yourself, and very pretty." Janice hand lightly stroked Christine's baby face.

Christine knew she had to tell her. She couldn't keep lying to her. "Janice, I have something to tell you," Christine began.

Janice sat up and waited. "Yes?"

"I know who sent you those flowers and candy."

Janice's eyes widened. "Who?"

Christine hesitated.

"Please tell me! I'm dying to know!"

"Me. It was me," Christine answered after a brief pause.

Janice's jaw dropped. "W-what?"

"It was me Janice. I'm so in love with you." Christine couldn't believe the courage she had to tell Janice everything.

"You? But-"

"I know. You don't like me the same way. I'm sorry. I had to tell you."

Janice looked uneasy.

"Please don't hate me!" Christine begged.

Janice didn't answer. She stood up and grabbed her car keys. "I think it's time I take you home Christine."

Christine's eyes swelled up with tears. "Janice-"

"Let's go, please. I can't talk about this right now," Janice said in a shaky voice.

Christine didn't argue. She knew she had ruined the most wonderful friendship she would ever have.

That Night Christine sobbed in her bed and she began to write a long letter of apology to Janice. She cut out a heart shape out of red construction paper and wrote her a love poem. She wanted to let Janice know that she apologized for scaring her, but not for loving her.

Christine lay on her stomach and cried as she created a lovely, warm-hearted love letter. Just then, David walked in ready to have sex with her as usual. He wore his black silk boxers and nothing else.

Christine looked up and wiped her tears. Her eyes focused on her horny brother. "Leave me the fuck alone tonight. Don't mess with me," she rasped.

David laughed. "You don't tell me what to do little girl. I do as I please with you. Do we have to go through this shit every night?"

Christine covered up her love letter but David's eyes were already focused on it. He walked over and snatched the letter away from her. Christine stood up but he held the letter high over his head reading it.

"What the fuck? You are writing this to Janice? Your boss?"

"Give it back!" Christine fumed jumping up trying to get her letter back.

"Are you in love with this woman? You dyke!"

Christine's face was filled with tears. David slowly put the letter down and she took it away from him. "This is my private business you asshole! Just leave me alone!"

David nodded. He looked angrier than he had ever looked before. He grabbed Christine hard and threw her on her bed. Christine struggled but David held her arms over her head.

"You little slut! You are cheating behind my back with another dyke! You lesbians make me sick!" He slapped her face and leaned down to kiss her hard.

Christine pursed her lips feeling her brother's wet tongue trying to part her lips. David reached down and grabbed her pussy hard making her squeal into his kiss. He broke off the kiss and laughed wickedly. "I'm really gonna give it to you good tonight sis. This will teach you not to be a lesbo."

He took out his cock from his boxers and soon enough, he raped Christine once again, only this time he did it very rough and more than once.

Monday morning Christine didn't have the nerve to go to work. She wanted to call in sick, but knew she owed Janice a good explanation. She put on her navy blue jeans and a black v-neck tight top. After slipping on her black and white sneakers, she headed off to work, nervously.

Christine walked into work slowly, fearing Janice would be at the door telling her to get lost and because of the awful rape. She opened the front door and Karen was at the front desk. She smiled at Christine.

She must not know Christine said to herself.

"Good morning Christine."

"Morning Karen. Is Janice in yet?"

"No, she's not coming today. She called in sick. There is really no work today just some filing that needs to be done and a couple of papers to run over to the bail bonds on 14th Street.

Christine nodded, feeling disappointed and guilty that Janice didn't show up to work. She knew Janice wasn't sick. She'd have to get to the bottom of things.

After work, Christine took the bus downtown to Janice's apartment. She had memorized where Janice lived. After a long hour, she finally stood in front of Janice's place. She took a deep breath and headed inside the apartment building. She took five flights up and the elevator door opened. She walked down the hallway until she hit Janice's apartment.

She knocked a few times until Janice opened the door. Her hair hung loose and wet as if she had just showered. She wore nothing but her red velvet robe. Christine couldn't imagine a more beautiful sight.

"Janice," Christine began.

"Christine," Janice interrupted. "I'm sorry for the way I acted towards you Saturday night. I was a real bitch."

Christine nodded. "No! You had ever right to act the way you did. I mean here I am a child in the eyes of most people, trying to tell you that I'm in love with you. It was wrong."

Janice bit her lower lip before speaking. "Maybe it scared me but I shouldn't have acted so cold. You are my friend and I should have respected your feelings."

Christine smiled. "So you're not mad at me?"

Janice's face lit up. "No. Come in please."

Christine walked in slowly. The apartment was nice and cool with dim lighting. "Did you want some coffee? I just made it," Janice asked.

"Uh sure," Christine said taking a seat on the couch.

Janice head to the kitchen and served two cups of coffee. She came back holding a silver tray with sugar and cream.

"How many sugar cubes do you take?" Janice asked.

Christine shrugged. "To be honest with you I've never really drank coffee."

Janice laughed. "Ok, I think 3 would be good for you. I'll add some cream otherwise coffee might be too strong for you."