home sweet home (closed for xmilenkox)

[srp_lover75]

Grace paced back and forth in her bedroom anxiously as a hand raked through her hair. It had been weeks...months since she'd received a letter from him. Was he ok? Had he been hurt? Had he escaped? She hadn't a clue. Ever since he'd gone in, he'd written her letters, though he never ever mentioned the horrors that went there. He was a good older brother, sweet, and yet so misunderstood. To be honest, not even she understood what had made him snap like he did. All she knew is she missed him and without his usual letter she felt empty inside. Her parents had died a few years ago, back when she was in first got into her 20s, so all she really had was him. She was how old now...25? She'd been about 15 when he was put away so it had been about...10 yrs. The redhead sighed and smoothed down her messy mane of locks, tying them back into a pony tail before adjusting her top. She'd put on some weight since then, but it was the good kind. She was no longer stick skinny and not only did she have a healthy set of curves that fell in all the right places, she had a chest D cup to match. The blue eyed girl sighed and plopped on her bed, though just as she hit the soft fluff, there was a loud knock on the door.

She wasn't expecting anyone, but she pushed herself off of the comfy furniture and made her way downstairs to the door. She'd grown up in this house, so it wasn't hard at all for her to get down there quick as there was another loud tappin. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" she called, finally reaching the door. With one simple gesture she opened the door and brushed a few strands of red hair from her face and with one simple look, she felt the air knocked out of her. "B...brother!?" she stammered looking up at him. She'd always bee so much shorter but that didn't make her any last surprised to see him. "You...you're home!" Her arms wrapped around him tightly though she quickly and gingerly let go...unsure what they might have done to him.

 

[xMILENKOx]

A taxi cab pulled up outside of Grace's home. In the back a equally anxious Derek sat as he looked out of the window and at the house the driver had stopped at. Looking back to a scrap of paper he had with Grace's address scribbled onto it he turned to the driver. "You sure this is the place?.." Derek questioned, 10 years of his life was spent behind bars. A lot can change in 10 years as he had noticed during the cab ride from the Prison. All the way he was glued to the window looking out in confusion at the strange looking people, cars and architecture. He knew this street Grace now lived on, Derek's old school friend Phil used to live just a few doors down from where Grace now lives. But the houses had changed. "Yeah buddy this is the place..." The driver replied without a care, he had already been paid by the Prison and just wanted to finish his shift for the day.

Slowly Derek exited the Taxi, his large figure masked by the taxi soon came to full view as the 6'3" man stood. He was 18 years old when he held up a liquor store and shot the owner in the leg. 28 years old now Derek had too changed, with there being little to do in prison Derek like most inmates spent most of his time working out and thus had become very muscular. Also crude prison tattoos dotted his body after all in prison being on your own wasn’t a option you had to join a gang. Scars also dotted his flesh, reminders of fights and attacks. Closing the door behind him Derek stood with only the clothes on his back and the piece of paper in his hand. Slowly he stepped towards Grace's door, limping slightly on his left leg as a result to a stab wound on the back of his left thigh. Derek had also out grown his old clothes, so the prison had provided him with what they could find this consisting of a short sleeved green plaid shirt with a dirty white t-shirt underneath it, a pair of old worn blue jeans and a pair of old sneakers. Derek as a kid had long hair but now his long red hair had been chopped down to almost bald and his face was darkened by his 5 o'clock shadow. His nose to was different after being broke twice inside.

Soon Derek stood at the door and nervously began to knock. Part of him wanted to see grace the other part hoped she didn’t live here. He missed their parents funeral and after he stabbed another inmate with a pencil he was denied the use of anything to write a letter. Hearing her voice through the door caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end. As she opened the door he froze at the sight of her and lost his breath. If she hadn’t hugged him he might have collapsed. For a moment though he hesitated to hold her, though he soon came to his senses and wrapped his arms around her. "Err, yea.. Iam back..." He muttered with a sigh still over whelmed by everything.

 

[srp_lover75]

The woman's eyes were wide, still in shock that after 10 long years...he was finally home. She didn't know whether to cry or cheer, she'd always been a rather emotional girl though she'd been hardened to some things, the sight of her older brother was enough to make her weep. The tears stayed hidden, they didn't fall as she quickly ushered him in the house. Derek was....different, that was the least she could say as she stared up at the man who she once knew as a long haired teen. She was...speechless. What do you say to someone that has spent ten years of their life in jail?? Grace bit her lip and reached up, her small feminine hand brushing across his rough cheek. The two of them had changed so much, they were at opposite ends of the spectrum, though she had to admit, he had a ruggid, dangerous handsomeness to him. But maybe she was biased. "You've gotta be hungry...I'll fix you something," she stammered, pulling away again before motioning around the house. "Make yourself at home...the bathroom is down the hall and too the left if you need to use it..." Pushing her hands through her hair a small smile graced her features and she went to move into the kitchen. She would question him about the writing later. He was home...and needed a hot home cooked meal. It was the least she could do, for the moment anyways.

 

[xMILENKOx]

Following Grace in Derek was still lost for words. He watched her as she lead the way. His eyes looked around him in a distracted manner as he tried to avoid eye contact, unsure how she felt about him spending 10 years away from her and not to mention their parent’s funerals. All because he wanted a bit of cash, getting the gun was the easy part but robbing the liquor store and accidently shooting the owner in the leg in panic was just the tip of the ice berg. Since that moment it all went downhill. The offer of food brought a smile to his face, 10 years living on the crap the prison served up had left him hungry for a real meal along with many other things he missed since he had been locked away, women being one. Derek couldn’t help from time to time admire Grace's appearance though he knew it would have to stay in his head after all she was his sister. "Erm, yeah food would be great..." Then with the offer of the bathroom Derek’s response was simply a nod.

As Grace made her way to the Kitchen Derek followed her directions and was soon in the bathroom. Closing the door behind him he began to remove the old worn dirty clothing the prison had provided him. Soon he stood naked, his muscular body on full show along with all the random little tattoos and scars. His clothes lay in a heap upon the floor, as he stood motionless for a moment. A single shower and toilet in a private room. He had been used to communal showers for so long it was strange to get such privacy. Soon he stepped in and turned on the water. Again he stood motionless beneath the water letting the spray hit his face and chest. Though soon he began to clean himself after all it had been days since he had showered. Enjoying the single shower, he soon was finished. Stepping out from the shower he lifted a towel from a towel rack and casually dried his body before wrapping it around his waist. Then he lifted the pile of clothes and exited the bathroom making his way to the kitchen. "Hey... where’s your laundry room?.." He asked kind of sheepishly as he stood holding the only clothing he had that fitted him, with only a towel to cover his manhood as he stood in the kitchen holding the dirty clothing.