What a day.
So, over the last few days some developments arose, coming to a sort of a head today. I found out the first time she had sex with him it was not consensual, but the second time when he came to our house there was a bit more to the story. To make this clearer, Im going to be breaking this up into parts.
Part 1: Missing Information
On that day, my sister had given him our address because she said she was under the impression that they were going to talk about the previous night in the car. Once my dad was gone, dude drove in and parked his car outside. He met up with my sister and once they got to talking, he asked for another blowjob. Then I asked her, Who brought up having sex then? And she looked down at the ground ashamed and said, Me.
That means the first time wasnt consensual, the second time was (Kinda).
I say kinda because he gave her next to no time to process what happened less than a day before so her judgement especially as a 15 year old wasnt up to par. There have been many cases I know of where a person will be more likely to have sex the second time with a perpetrator who pressured them into sex because at that point the victim feels like a bunch of broken goods. You can make your own opinions as Im sure you already have.
At this point, apparently, a neighbor spotted the dudes care outside and called my father. My father then called my sister and spoke directly to this dude through her phone and warned him that he will call the police if this dude tries this shit again. Good to know my dads familiar with this asshole.
Another development is after I talked with my little sisters friends, they told me that apparently, this jackass is bragging to his friends about what happened, and now its spreading throughout the school. Only, hes not telling what had actually happened (according to my sister). He is saying that the first time they had sex, he brought her back to her place. The second time, he brought her back to his place. This, based on objective evidence even outside my sister, is obviously not what happened. Fuck this guy.
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Part 2: The Pregnancy Test
I bought her a couple pregnancy tests last night, and she used it both last night and today in the morning. Both negative. You could tell she was relieved, and I was happy to see her get a break. At that point I told her that I would then be messaging the dude later in the day after they had school.
I send him a message basically stating (I will be paraphrasing most of our convo): This is [my little sisters name]s brother. You and I need to talk tomorrow, if you dont then Ill talk to your parents instead.
I gave him an address to a Starbucks (where I know I have a friend who studies there that could provide back up if he does something stupid) and left it at that. I get a reply back 20 minutes later:
I think you have the wrong number. I just got this phone. I have no idea who [my little sisters name] is.
This motherfucker.
Knowing dudes terrified of his dad finding out, I reply back: Ok then, Ill just contact his parents. Thanks.
Theres more than one reason why hed be afraid of his dad, but I dont want to get too specific for fear these details might give away our identity and screw us over in the future.
I hatch a plan to get my little sister to call his dad and say that This is [dudes name]s friend. I lent him my charger and want to get it back but I think he heard he has a new number. Do you mind giving his new number to me? That way we can confirm if dudes lying or not, and that he knows were not afraid to get his parents involved.
I try to tell my sister about this plan after school, but I cant find her. Eventually I hear crying outside on the front porch. Its her. She tells me these werent the only pregnancy tests she took.
A couple weeks after they had sex, she took her first pregnancy test that she didnt tell anyone about. It was positive. She showed me the picture of her positive test. However, in the following weeks her period came back and she was bleeding again. This leads to last week where she took another pregnancy test (which was negative) and then two again today (both negative). Shes crying because she thinks she had an early miscarriage.
I hold her. I hug her as tight as I can. I tell her theres no way she knows that for sure, and that the test couldve been and was most likely wrong. I offer her as many words of comfort and affirmation as there exists in the world. I tell her that tomorrow well get my dad to schedule an appointment with her doctor next week so she can talk about this all with him. She doesnt want to at first, but eventually she agrees. My dad notices her crying and after consoling her, I tell him that shes both sick and stressed because of her failing grades, us moving to a new house, and our parents fighting every day. Hes convinced, and he agrees to schedule an appointment with her regular physician.
We return outside, and I comfort her more. She talks about being so done with this world, and I immediately turn to her and make her promise never to kill herself. I tell her that for the last few weeks, even before she told me about all this because I could sense something was wrong, I had been afraid she was thinking of killing herself. Its the first thought I have when I wake up and the last before I go to sleep. I pray constantly about it. I tell her all this and she cries more. I hold her hand, and suddenly an old Indian lady walks by our house and waves at us. I wave back, and I tell my sister I want us to end up that way. Old and happy. I want you to end up that way. She smiles.
I then put my pinky out and grab her pinky. Promise me youll grow up to be old and happy. She laughs and says she promises. I say back, Good, and just to make sure you dont forget
I pull out my phone and take a picture of our pinky promise. Now, well never forget. I wont let you.
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Part 3: The Plan
To help give her some therapy, I end up skyping my best friend who has been through these kinds of relationships in the past, and she gives my sister comforting words and someone to relate to. My sisters spirits are lifted, and shes finally ready to give his dad a call.
I write down what she should say because shes nervous. I tell her to say what I stated up above. It works. His dad picks up, believes my sis genuinely wants a charger back, he says when he gets home in ten minutes hell ask his son (the dude) to call my sister back. Before we hang up, she asks to confirm if he has a new phone number or not. His dad confirms no. Gotcha asshole.
Of course Im not expecting him to call me, but the plan was still successful. Now he knows we have his dads phone and we arent afraid to contact him, and that he doesnt have some new phone number.
I text him back: I talked to your dad and he told me you have the same number. Tell me by tonight when you can meet next week in person or I will call your dad again.
He finally replies: Im busy all week at work next week, what is this about?
I say back: I heard what you did with my sister and simply want to get your side of the story. Im sure your work doesnt take 24 hours day. Seriously relax man.
He replies saying hes busy, but can explain everything through text. He says it was all consent, he used a condom, and doesnt want this to escalate. Hes also sorry.
I say: Thats fine and all, but I want to hear this in person.
He says that hell let me know. I give him until Monday to tell me a good time (because I found he has graduation tomorrow and Im out of town this weekend). I leave him with a warning: if he doesnt get back to me by Monday morning, or if reaches out to my sister or tells any more people than hes already told, I will absolutely without hesitation tell his parents everything.
He says: Okay.
Now we wait until Monday.
Sorry if this is a lot to read. I think writing this all out is therapeutic for me in some ways.