The thunder outside was loud and close, no more then four miles away and the rain was pouring down hard in Detroit, Michigan. There was a knock at the Taylor's front door. Brad, the eldest son of Jill and Tim Taylor, answered the door and saw in the dark, the outline of a young girl soaked through from the rain. Lighting flashed and made her face visible to him. It was his and his younger brother Randy's friend, Jocelyn.
"Jo? Come in." He said stepping aside to give her room to enter. Once she was inside he noticed that her face wasn't just wet from the rain. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. "What's wrong?"
"We broke up." She told him speaking of her boyfriend of three years, Ed. Another stray tear rolled down her cheek.
"Oh Jojo, I'm so sorry." Brad hugged his friend tightly, ignoring the fact that she was so wet. Just then Randy came upstairs from his room in the basement.
"Did I hear Jocelyn's voice?" He asked before he actually saw her. When he saw her eyes were red from crying, he ran to her and hugged her also. "Are you okay? He didn't hurt you did he?" Randy asked in a panic over her state.
"What do mean 'hurt' Randy?" Brad asked clueless.
"Never mind Brad, and um, no not really Randy, we broke up." Jo explained.
"Sweetie, I'm sorry. Come in and sit on the couch, I'll find some dry clothes for you." Randy gently pushed her to the couch and Brad walked over with her while Randy went to the garage and after a couple minutes he returned with a pair of his sweats and a T-shirt for her. "This is all I have. Um, you can change in the bathroom."
"Ok, thanks guys." She got up and took the clothes and gave them a small smile through her tears. Once Brad knew she was out of earshot, he turned to his younger brother.
"What did you mean by 'did he hurt you?' Randy? Do you know something I don't?"
"Well," Randy began hesitantly, "yea, he had hit her awhile back and bruised her kind of bad."
"What? I'll kill that little piece of."
"Brad. Don't worry, I set him straight." Randy told him.
"Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't she tell me?" Brad was confusing himself even more.
"She didn't want anyone to know, not even me. I saw the bruise at school." Randy explained. Jocelyn returned in the clothes Randy gave her, they hung loosely from her thin frame and the sweat pants drawstring was pulled tight to keep them from falling off her completely. She rejoined her two friends on the couch.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Brad asked as he started to gently rub her shoulders.
"I guess." She responded in barely a whisper.
"Well why did you guys break up?"
"He cheated on me and she told me." She sighed not wanting to say the words.
"Oh God, who?"
"Delia." She said flatly.
"You're sister?" The two Taylor boys asked simultaneously