A Family of Shadows

LEE walks into the hallway on his way to his room upstairs. He stops, finding his aunt in trouble.
Wtf aunty, look at you..., I love you, you know I do; don’t do this to yourself. God damn I wish you would quit this drinking aunty...FUCK!
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“Here..., let me help”. I move to help her and she flinches... pulling back from me... she can hardly keep herself from tipping over as she sits teetering diagonally on the stairs. ‘Damn, what am I going to do’?

Aunt Judy is mom’ older sister; she’s sitting side-ways on the stairs in a short skirt and wearing a vertically stripped blue and off white blouse... Her short grey skirt has a slit over one thigh... about 8 inches I am guessing; which shows off a lot of auntie’s leg.

Her charcoal hose are completely exposed on the one leg showing the black garter... Her hose have a pattern at the top... pretty..., even erotic I would say.

Her shoes:
One is completely off and is lying on its side at the bottom of the stairs, about three risers down. The other shoe has twisted off her heel; but is still partially on, covering her toes.

Aunty seems to be trying to get that shoe back. She is so fucked up there’s no chance of that happening. I watch her, my heart filled with sadness.

Her hands are uncoordinated; the left hand is holding her erect by bracing against the railing... Her right hand is trying to move hair out of her face but is failing miserably... The hair keeps falling back as if it to hide her face... My poor aunt... I love her. Damn I hate this shit!

I move to help her but she flinches again, giving a slight shriek...sort of a frightened shriek. I step back and look closer... her blouse is undone at least one button... showing her black bra and part of her right breast... My aunt has B cups at best; still, nice boobs for a middle aged woman..., no marks on her skin that I can see.

“Come on auntie... let me help you... It is Lee..., you know your favourite nephew”, I say softly.
[I squat so she can see my face better.]

I hear a door close. I move quickly down the hall to the family room where there are patio doors that open onto the rear deck. It is a couple of dozen steps to the family room and the same to the patio doors.
When I arrive at the patio doors I see Tom and Jeff running slowly away from the house, across the lawn...

Ok... got it... [I say to myself.]... They groped Auntie Judy. Their own aunt, for Christ’s sake... That would explain her freaking out. Drunk or not, women react to that scenario.

Getting back to my aunt I find her leaning precariously... I place a hand on her shoulder to keep her from falling and get that same startle reaction again... This time I push her back... I can’t have her falling down the stairs.
“It is me... LEE”! [Looking her straight in the eye]

Fuck..., is she polluted. Her eyes have an alcoholic haze to them. I doubt she can even see me..., or focus; or would know or remember who felt her up for that matter.

I try again and again to get her moving but she is unable to do so and unwilling to let me help her. Any touching gets ‘that’ reaction, her flinching. I stay close..., and yet, far enough off so she does not freak...


This house:
My parent’s home is a two and one half story house in the country... Dad inherited 1/3 of the farm from grandma when she passed...
MY mother’s parents had not done to badly either... Add up two inheritances split amongst the siblings and presto... lots of bucks...

Consequently, mom and dad build a 6 bedroom home, c/w dormers, a garage and hot house for dad’s green thumb. It has a huge farm-kitchen. Manicured lawns..., two decks and all the trappings a well to do family can have... along with a shit load of headaches... also attributable to the money...

Dad rents out one hundred and sixty acres to a neighbor, he gets a small amount in return. Mostly dad is just making sure the land is used properly. Old Svend is a good farmer and benefits from his deal with dad.
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This family:
My parents had only one child, yours truly... I am a Five Star member of AADAC.... I got into it at fifteen... My mother is a saint, she took control and by the time I was eighteen she had me back under control and living under her roof again...
Sometimes things happen and it is just plain dumb luck..., at least in my case...

Dad, Brent..., had a brother and a sister. Uncle Darren sold everything he inherited and moved away from family. WE lost track of him but have heard he is a doing ok in Oregon... Darren has one son, Tom. Tom lives with his mother in town. She was left high and dry when Darren fucked off.

Mom and dad helped her out and she is OK, as in comfortable.

Dad’s sister, Aunty Joanne, lives near but does not associated with us much. She lost her husband in a shooting many years back.

She has managed her inheritance well. She keeps away from us. Mostly I think because she does not want a bad apple like me near her children... one of whom is Jeff... WE see her at Xmas and some Thanksgivings.

Mom has one sister, Aunt Judy. Aunt Judy is ok but her husband, Ned..., what a fucking name... sounds like a horse... Suits him though..., he is a horse’s ass...

She tried to manage her money but Ned had to play the big wheel... You know the kind... New car, and not a cheap one.., new house..., and not a cheap one, and on, and on... partying...spend, spend, spend...

Aunt Judy, being a woman... tried to keep it together... Then one night the shit hit the fan.

I had been in AADAC for about 6 months and out of the slammer for a year... I did six months for petty theft, and damaging public property. Mom saved my ass.

Mom is a wonder, not her last name. Alice is her name... my cousins, Tom and Jeff; call her their Wonderful Aunt Alice... she loves it and them... Of course it carries on from there...

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The Party: (the night the shit hit fan)
It was winter, just over two years ago... Ned wanted a party and so there was a party at HIS house... Not Judy’s house but his. Dad was invited but did not want to go, almost everybody stayed away... except for some of Ned’s boozing buddies.
Things had gotten that way... and the money was going... so Aunt Judy had begun drinking a lot.

Late that night dad answers the phone. There had been two other couples there but they had left; Uncle Ned had been an A- one jerk. The call was to let dad and Alice, my mom and Judy’s sister, know that the party was getting out of hand and Judy was the only woman left, and she was very drunk. The caller, one of Ned’s more respectable friends said we’d better get over there, and fast.

Into the Jeep we jumped. Mom drove. Dad had run to my room asking me to get ready, he said there was trouble at JUDY’s and there were too many guys there for him to handle alone. We had to literally run after the Jeep; mom was on her way. Fucking Zena the Warrior Princess my mother when it comes to family...

It took us about ½ hour to get there. Dad convinced mom to let him go in first, and alone. I have got to give dad credit that guy can be persuasive.
So we get to Aunt Judy’s and dad heads inside; the drapes are drawn so we cannot see a thing. Mom and I were watching it seemed quiet:

“” CRASH ! “”

The door crashes and one of Ned’s friends comes running outside knocking the fucking storm door to pieces. Mom and I jump out of the Jeep and head towards the house; it is slippery so I am helping mom. She yells at me to get going and she will make it on her own.
“Don't take any prisoners Lee... look out for your father”. I hear her yell at me. [Fucking mom man]

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The Brawl:
I come running into the house and there is dad and Uncle Ned duke-ing it out... men yelling and trying to break it up... Someone got a hold of dads arm and Uncle Ned caught him with a good one, dad went down...
I came sailing thru the house and kind of tackled uncle Ned with neither of us falling... we careened of the kitchen stove and the fight was on... Ned is bigger than me so I was in trouble...after a few seconds or so I heard mom yelling and screaming like I’ve never heard her before.
Ned pulled up to say something and I drove into him taking both of us through the handrail and onto the stairs and floor of the sunken room.

Ned hurt his ribs and I started pounding him. He defended himself but now I was fucking winning. A couple of his friends got me off of him, I was going crazy. Screaming and kicking at him, fighting to get free...
WE all turned our heads at that moment. We heard mom fucking freaking out; she was in a fight with Jason, one of Ned’s drinking buddies. He was ducking and trying to stay out of her way; mom was relentless. Jason fell over something taking down the drapes as he fell.

Cruisers outside, someone had to have called the cops.

That was no deterrent to my mother. She kept after him; kicking him when he was down... poor bastard grabbed the drapes and used them for protection...

“Allen..., keep Alice from killing Jason”... Ned said. [He laughed a bit.]

The other guy, the one who had me pinned up against the wall, kept me pinned. Ned walked up to me;
“Fucking drug addicted little prick”.

He elbowed me in the head. [I could feel my knees giving way but I managed to keep standing.]

Ned turned to go up the stairs; “Bring the little prick upstairs Marco”!

WE started up the stairs, my arms twisted behind my back. I could see the reflection of the emergency bars in the window. I wondered way the cops were not inside the house.

‘Oh’.., I thought; right, back-up... My family is getting the shit kicked out of it and the cops are waiting for fucking back up. Useless cock-suckers...

Dad was still on the floor unconscious, but stirring.

“Come on Alice, settle down honey”... I heard someone say...
[Probably Ned... He is the only one I know of who calls my mother ‘honey’] I think HE wants to fuck her. He might as well take a number. My mother is quite the number, and a beautiful one at that. Lots of men have tried to get her over the years but to no avail.

Mom heard this Allan guy moving towards her. She turned and flew at him picking up a small caste iron pan as she moved in his direction. She swung this little pan at him...he blocked it... both mom and this Allan dude yelled out in pain.

Fucking mom, she just kept after him. He finally got pissed enough to take swing at her. He caught her, grazing her shoulder. She swept his feet out from under him. [I did not even know mom knew this shit.] He grabbed her ankle and pulled her down on her ass... Mom kicked this Allan guy in the head... he lost it and went after mom...

I was still pinned and could do nothing while my mother was kicking and punching at Allan... [In hide sight it was quite the fight.... mom held her own. Fuck can she use her feet...]

I believe Allan is not the kind of man who hits women; I think he was just trying to stay the course until the cops showed. Useless fuckers!

In either case, when Allan lost it my mother, I am proud to say, held her own. When Allan was not freaking at her he took a beating from mom’s feet.

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The Cops show:

“ALICE. STOP”! Spoke the mighty Sgt. Wiley Moore, Mom’s friend.

Mom turned to see Wiley... She pointed in a direction I had not looked, all be it darkened.... My eyes took in the carnage... My Aunt Judy’s body, bare ass pointing sky-ward, legs spread, draped over

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