When I got to Rachel’s house, I saw a familiar bike. It was my buddy’s bike. Max. I wondered why he was here visiting my best friend. I knocked on the door. Nothing. So, I let myself in. Rachel told me where the spare key was. I went in and found the two of them on the couch. Making love. Only it wasn’t Rachel. It was my baby sister, Claire, and Max. I stood there in disbelief. They were completely oblivious to me. She was 15 years old. He was 25 years old!!! I finally got the courage and confronted the two of them. Claire screamed as I grabbed Max. I guess Max thought I was his girlfriend, Rachel. He was drunk. I tossed him out just in time for Rachel to come up the driveway. Claire grabbed my arm, holding up the blanket.
Rachel’s face said it all. She was heartbroken and crying. She ran back to her car and drove away. Max tried to chase her car. I ordered Claire to go back to Dad. She cussed as I called her a cab. She put on her school uniform and grabbed her school bag. I waited for her to get into the cab and told the driver to take her to Dad’s address. No side trips. I doubled the pay to make sure he didn’t listen to Claire. I went back into Rachel’s house and called Dad. Then I straighten the house. I locked up the house after taking a quick shower and drying my clothes.
After that incident, I thought work was going to be a cakewalk.