Tragic Night

Thursday evening I was working late at the DX, so Jelly decided to come up and hang for a while. I was working under the hood of a '63 Buick Riviera, when I heard someone yelling smart ass revolting comments in this general direction. I stepped around to the back of the car where I saw Jelly yelling in response to some jackass across the street. I stood behind her, arms folded and feet shoulder width apart with the most threatening look on my face that I could come up with, as he commented on my girl friend's.... body in such repulsive terms. In an instant Soda and Steve moved up beside me with he same stance. I had a few repulsive things myself that I fought against to yell back. Eventually the guy just left with his defeated elementary threats. We didn't think anything of it after that, stuff like this happens all the time.
We were starting to finish up a car and began cleaning up when Jelly decided she wanted to go home.
"I'll be done in a few minutes if you wanna wait." I said.
She thought for a second, "Nah, I'm tired. I think I'm just going to go home." she replied.
I nodded and kissed her on the forehead, "Love you,"
"Love you too." she said while heading to her car.

Almost an hour later, We were just scrubbing the grease off the garage floor when my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID and to my surprise, it was Kit. Putting it on speaker so I would have a free hand to clean, I said, "What's up kitten?"
"Dimitri? Where are you?" she sounded alarmed.
"Just finishing up at work. Why?" I asked anxiously.
Steve and Soda paused and faced me.
"As soon as you're done... come to Jelly's house." She demanded.
"Why? Kit what's wrong?" I felt my heart pick up pace.
"Just hurry!" She hung up the phone.
I glanced over at Soda. With a worried expression on his face, he nodded his head towards my '67 Chevy Camero. I didn't hesitate. I ripped the keys from my pocket and jumped through the open window not bothering to scramble with the door.
I had that feeling of wishing I could teleport somewhere, apparently going 70 down the neighbor hood street wasn't fast enough for me. I pulled into Jelly's drive way to see that the front door was open. I ran inside and heard the crunching of glass under my shoes. I noticed that the mirror that once complimented the outside of the china display cabinet to the left, had been shattered. Things were spilled among the floor, lip gloss, a wallet, various writing utensils, makeup... I then noticed it was the contents of Jel's purse. Among the broken glass and scattered contents, I noticed the blood wiped on to the carpet.
"Dimitri..." Kit's voice broke through my thoughts as I glanced over to see her on the couch with Jelly crying over her shoulder.
In a few quick strides I was kneeling at the couch in front of Jels. She reached out, throwing her arms around my neck and sobbing in to my shoulder. I placed my hand on the back of her head only to instantly pull it away and revel blood among my fingertips. I looked over at Kit "What happened?" I demanded.
"She said something about a guy at the DX earlier today..." Kit replied.
I instantly clicked on who she was talking about.... that jack ass with the big adoring mouth.
Gently I pried Jels away from me to look her in the eyes, "Jels, are you okay?" I asked intently.
More tears spilled from her eyes as she looked at me and shook her head "No!" She glanced down, pressed her eyelids together, then looked back at me.
"She has a gash in her left side... and I'm pretty sure her wrist is broken." Kit paused for a second, "...and..." I then felt the presence of other people moving in through the doorway. I didn't turn to look but Kit's expression led to my assumption that it was Soda and Steve.
I looked down to where Jelly had glanced before, and that's when I noticed her awkward uncomfortable sitting position. Then the hem of her dress caught my attention... it was ripped and had little splotches of blood splattered among it. My eyes then found the bruises that were marked high up on her legs.... and then it hit me. "Oh my God!" My heart dropped and I felt hot tears forming in my eyes. I gently pulled her to me. "I'm so sorry Jels..." my voice breaking. "She needs to go to a hospital Dimitri." Kit said softly.
I grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped it around Jelly to hide the indecency of her once innocent appealing sun dress. I picked her up and carried her out to the car. I held Jels in the back seat while Soda, Steve, and Kit crammed in the front...Soda driving.
I carried her up to the automatic doors of the ER, "Dr. Winston." I yelled at the attending nurses and med students. Only a moment later I saw Jelly's dad pacing down the hallway. I've stood here many times, holding my reckless sister in my arms, so this time he was shocked and hurt to find his own daughter cradled in my grasp.
I explained the entire situation to him as fast and clear as I could. They took Jelly back to do a few tests and get her patched up. When I was allowed in the room, I found her cuddled up on the hospital bed with her casted wrist and tears still streaming from her eyes.
That sick bastard was going to pay. No one should be messed with like this, no one should have to endure that....let alone Jelly, the woman I loved most in the world. I imagined what she was feeling at this moment, as I recalled the shameful violated feelings cast on me as an innocent child. Jelly shouldn't have to experience that. A single tear fell down my cheek.
Jels looked up at me. "I want to go home." she pleaded in a voice that sent more tears running down my face. Her dad glanced up from the chair beside Jelly's bed.
"Dimitri will you please take her home? I'll be there once I get all the paperwork squared away."
I nodded. Jel's sat up, gathering herself to leave. As we walked out the door, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to find Jelly's dad, his eyes exhausted and red, "Don't leave her alone." he said.
"Of course." I assured him.