Thread: With Brother's Guidance [Kiari03 + DOM]

Re With Brother's Guidance Ciari03 DOM None of this made sense to Kaytlin as she staggered towards her home from her last day at school. She had attended a private catholic academy ever since she had received an academic scholarship. She was set to become valedictorian, just one more year, and she would graduate. Now this. Her friends, her boyfriend, all of this, she would have to leave behind to go live with a brother whom she couldn't even recall the name of until her attorney informed her. The sunset was beautiful in this small town, and with her hand entwined with Andrew's, she felt both confidence and fear. I promise, I'll call you every night...so please...wait for me? She asked quietly, her head lowered knowing ultimately that the decision was left to him. She ran her delicate fingers through her long black hair, her soft hazel eyes seeking his, her uniform ruffling in the wind, being a long plad skirt and a tight white shirt that gripped her chest. She was dressed proper as she always was as she had been taught. His gentle brown eyes met hers and taking her face in his hand he planted a kiss on her forhead, I promise. It's only a year after all. I'll be waiting here. His smile gave her hope and with that she took her hand from his, turned, and told him goodbye. That simple kiss on the forehead was the extent of their sexual action. They had both agreed to follow the Lord, they planned to wait until marriage to have sex. Arriving home as the sun faded from the sky she sighed as she noticed her lawyer's Mercedes in her driveway. The Mercedes seemed misplaced, almost awkward next to her small home. The red brick of the one story home was faded, the shutters, which her father had planned to attend to, were still chipped and crooked from the stormy season, and the front door was covered by a thin screen door that one had to open before knocking on the door. One shouldn't bother with the doorbell, it didn't work. There sat her lawyer, Kaytlin's bags already placed in the back as she waited to drop off her client at the local airport. To her lawyer, Kaytlin was nothing more than a job, a task that had to be taken care of. Now Kaytlin, I need you to take care not to upset your brother. Remember, you both lost your parents and he has had little choice in your placement in his home. He hasn't resisted your coming to live with him, so please be on your best behavior. Her lawyer had warned her as they drove to the airport. She was sick of her lawyer, and so, despite her fears, she readily got onto the plane, glad to be rid of that pest. Terrified of being in the air, Kaytlin was a constant bother to the air attendants with each bump of turbulence. This was her first time in an airplane and she was visibly shaking. So, for the remainder of the four hour flight she had an attendant sit with her, at the relief of the other attendants and passengers. So, why are you going to LA? The attendant asked curiously, unaware of the pain behind Kaytlin's eyes. Kaytlin told her of the carjacking, of being awoken in the middle of the night by the officers, of the trial against the young teen who had taken her parent's life, and of course, her brother who would be her guardian from here on. That conversation basically ended her interaction with the attendant as both felt a sense of awkwardness settle between them, but Kaytlin's uneasiness came for a different reason. It had occurred to her a few days ago that she had no pictures of her brother and could find none in her home. Why was he such a secret? Were her parents ashamed? The only memory she truly had was once when her brother was being yelled at, Kaytlin had slipped into the room. Her father spotted her, picked her up, and took her to get ice cream with sprinkles. But right before they had left the house her father had turned and said these words, Make sure he is gone by the time I am back with her. That trip for a simple cup of ice cream lasted three days and when she came back, even his room was completely emptied out. Now, she sat in a town car with her bags snugly against her lap. It was time to get out, time to see her brother. But why was his home so huge? Stepping out of the car, still in her catholic school uniform, she took in a deep breath and a few steps towards the door as the chauffeur attended to her bags. She could only hear the rapid beating of her heart and the echo of the doorbell through his home.