Return Home

The plane landed, and I felt like a mixture of emotions. “We’re home,” I whispered to Rachel as the plane began to taxi to the Gate. Now that we were back in Virginia, it was starting to sink in. Part of me wanted to hug Kristin and Jessica, but of course, they stayed back in Washington.

“You’re torn,” Rachel commented as she put her arm around me. My little sister was very good at reading my mind by now as she continued, “You wish all of us were gathered in Bellevue right now, don’t you.”

On one hand, I was glad to be home. Yet, on the other hand, I wish our sister Jessica and our best friend Kristin could follow. True, I cried in Kristin’s arms at the SeaTac security checkpoint, and yes both her and Jessica promised to keep in touch. I was also very upset because I was leaving my big sister right as her pregnancy was starting to show. That same big sister who pulled me from the jaws of Hell.

Yet, my mind kept reminding me that Virginia was my home. That’s where I was: on a plane that was pulling up to the gate in Norfolk. I was home.

Mom picked us up at the Airport and started explaining how we would have the townhouse that was purchased for tax reasons. Mostly things that went over my head, since it was so late at night and that I was still feeling bad about leaving Jessica. Rachel pulled me into a hug and said, “We are going home. It’s late, and we are both tired.”

11:30 pm and I was finally in the new place. I was glad to have Rachel at my side and I said, “I would like to share a bed like before.”

“I’d like that too,” My sister said as she hugged me tightly, “I was thinking that tonight, we will get our sleep, then tomorrow we set the place up as we want – since buses don’t run on Sundays.”

“Rachel, do you mind if we sleep… you know… in our…”  I couldn’t complete my thought.

“No, I don’t mind sleeping nude, and besides, it is a little warm,” She replied as she undressed herself.  As usual, she read my mind: it was very soothing when I got to lie on her breast (related to my mental disability) and she didn’t mind at all.

Morning rolled around, so we then got up, showered, and got dressed. Rachel pulled up the bank account. As promised by Jessica, there was $300 waiting for us. We knew we had to spend wisely as this was to hold us until Rachel’s Spot check kicked in. Monday, she was going to start work at the Spot behind CCHR, a short walk down Buckner from where we lived, after being transferred from the Lakewood Spot.

“What would you like for breakfast,” Rachel asked.

I walked into the kitchen and suggested, “Is there anything?”

“Yeah,” She said, “Looks stocked for the week.” She opened the fridge and noticed the eggs. “Want waffles?”

She turned on the radio to the local Classic Rock station and it was the usual early Sunday morning program focused on that band that lead the British Invasion. I said, “Yeah, let’s do that. Do you mind showing me how?”

She gave me a jokingly dirty look and chuckled, “Yes, I do mind, how about a hands-on instead?”

Yep: my sister made me cook breakfast, but she stayed right at my side to make sure I didn’t screw up.

When breakfast was successfully made for both of us, Rachel hugged me tightly. “Now you know how. No more What’s-Her-Face telling you to stay out of the kitchen. This is our place 50/50. Besides, I’m your sister. I couldn’t do that to you! We’re family and I love you to death,” Rachel said.

“Thanks sis,” I said as I pulled her into the biggest bear hug I could muster, “I love you too.” We then sat down at the table and happily had breakfast. To drink, there was orange juice.

“Mom should be picking us up after lunch to go shopping,” Rachel started.

“What would you like to do between now and then,” I asked.

I made my way back upstairs and headed into the other bedroom and sure enough: there were plenty of games waiting for us.

I came back downstairs and asked Rachel, “Want to play Ape Country in Team Mode?”

“Yeah, sure,” Rachel said, “As long as I get to be the little fellow.” We both chuckled since Chimp was our favorite character. Ape, the main character, wasn’t as much fun. We sat on the couch together and my sis sat on my lap wanting me to hug her tightly.

We happily played the game together until it was time for lunch. The plan was that mom was going to take us somewhere while on the road then we would go shopping. Rachel knew just how much I didn’t like shopping – she always had to pick something for me since my feelings were “if it fits I’ll wear.”

We got back home after about a couple of hours and I just wanted to rest. We plopped on our bed. “You really don’t like shopping, do you,” Rachel said.

Rachel had me gently rest my head on her boob as she took me into her arms. “I miss Jess,” She sniffled.

“I miss Jess too,” I said, referring to our older sister Jessica, “At least Kristin is looking after her for now.”

There really wasn’t anything to do today, since we were waiting for tomorrow to roll around where there would be bus service.

We got dressed around 5:30 since we were both hungry for dinner. Just like breakfast, Rachel supervised me making our favorite: Mac & Cheese. I decided to have a little fun by throwing in diced up hot dogs. “This is worth it,” Rachel said happily.

“Thanks. I’m glad you like it,” I said.

“What would you like to do tomorrow,” My sister asked.

“I know we need to head out and get our 30-Day Passes. You wanted to look at getting a CDL to drive these things,” Rachel said. She started chuckling, “I can see this now: ‘they let you drive a bus now!?!’”

I had to laugh right along with it. “Like TWT would ever hire my big mouth.” I then got serious and continued, “We’ll be on the early bus. As soon as we get up, we’ll take a shower and catch a bus. Food will be on the go. I want to try and catch as many of our old friends as possible,” I said. I explained, “After you left, I made many friends with the bus drivers. They’ll be surprised to see me out of that chair.”

My sister giggled at that remark as she started washing our dishes (I made dinner, so she’s cleaning up). We then decided to head up for the night. “Let’s just curl up in bed together,” She suggested.

“You and me time,” I said.

“Exactly,” She replied as we got undressed and curled into bed together. We were both quite happy to be simply hugging each other, and that abusive jerk had no clue where this townhouse was – and we intended to keep it that way. “Like in Washington, that old bat is not allowed in here. She hurt you, and I hated seeing you like that,” Rachel continued.

“Good,” I replied, “I want that bitch out of my life.” A tear started forming in my eye.

In an attempt to take my mind off of it, Rachel changed subjects by saying, “Tomorrow will be a bus ride day.”

“I’m looking forward to getting back on the bus,” I said.

She replied,”I am too, but home by 6:45?!?!”

I asked, “So what do you want to do, long term?”

“You know, I haven’t really thought about that.” That’s when the Classic Rock radio station kicked in with a song we both recognized about school. Thinking about it for a moment, Rachel continued, “Maybe I could be a teacher.”

“How about tomorrow we head to CCHR and plan out some classes for the Fall,” I suggested.

“As long as we can go for a bus ride,” Rachel replied.

“Of course we can go for a bus ride,” I said, looking forward to being back on TWT buses.

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