Brother takes sister from her husband after saving her life

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Initially I was charged with manslaughter, but once the video was reviewed all charges were dropped. I was kept locked up at the station overnight and most of the next day. When I was released I, thankfully, had enough money in my wallet to get a cab from the police station.

***

Chapter 2

Due to the lateness of my release I wasn’t able to get much information about what happened to my sister or Karl. All I was told was that Catherine had been released from the hospital, and the remaining attacker was locked up. The cops didn’t tell me anything about Karl.

The cab brought me right home.

It was dark when the cabbie dropped me off, and I handed him enough money to cover my fare and half again.

The house was dark as I climbed the stairs to the front porch. Unlocking the door I stepped into the living room, and flicked on the light.

Catherine blinked in surprise from where she sat on the couch, and her hand shot up to protect her eyes from the light. A moment later when her eyes adjusted, they settled on me. Her stare was blank and expressionless.

“Sis, why are you sitting in the dark?”

As soon as I spoke, her eyes filled with tears. I rushed forward, sitting beside her, and pulled her into my arms. Without saying a word I held her as she sobbed out the stress, fear, and pain she suffered over the past forty eight hours.

After a time– I don’t know how much time actually passed– she said, “Oh God, Kurt, I can’t believe that actually happened. Are you home now? They aren’t going to take you away again are they?”

“Shhh, I’m not going anywhere. The charges were dropped. You’re safe now,” I replied, doing what I could to comfort her.

It may not have been the wisest thing to ask right then, but I needed to know, “Where’s Karl?”

She sniffed in derision. “Still locked up. The cop that came with me to the hospital told me that he was arrested on book-making charges. If the judge sees him, he could be out tomorrow.”

With the necessary information, I simply held my sister. It wasn’t much longer, before her sobs subsided, and she was asleep in my arms.

Carefully I shifted her around in my arms, so I had an arm behind her back, and one under her legs. I did what I could to not wake her, and I think I succeeded, at least she didn’t come fully awake. I carried her up to her room, and tucked her into bed.

After kissing her forehead I left, closing the bedroom door behind me.

Once I locked up the house I moved my rabbits to the fridge to thaw, then showered and went to bed.

I was almost asleep when a sound caught my attention. My eyes snapped open, and I looked to the door. I could see Catherine silhouetted from the night light I kept at the top of the stairs. She closed the door, and a moment later, I felt her climb under the sheets beside me.

“Sis?”

“Please, Kurt! I don’t want to be alone tonight,” she cried softly.

My heart broke hearing the fear in her voice, and I pulled her into my arms. She rested her head on my chest and cried herself to sleep. I held her through the night, offering her what comfort I could.

***

The next morning, I woke up alone. After getting dressed and ready for the day I wandered downstairs and the sight of my smiling sister greeted me. She wore another one of her sundresses which she looked so good in. They might have been a little light for this late in the year, but unless she was going out, she always wore them.

Catherine held out a mug of coffee to me. “Happy Birthday, Kurt. This may not have been the birthday you wanted, but I’ll do what I can to make it a special one for you. Breakfast should be almost ready.”

I smiled accepting the coffee, and leaned down to kiss her cheek. “Thanks Sis.”

Most of the day, beyond that interaction was fairly typical for my sister and I. We didn’t discuss the attack, or her husband. I skinned and cleaned my kills from the day of the attack, and Catherine busied herself in the house. I did learn later, a lot of what she was doing was removing the small blood stain from the floor where the guy fell.

That afternoon I relaxed in the living room reading a book, while Catherine was humming away contentedly as she cooked my birthday dinner. Suddenly the front door slammed open.

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