* Baby Jules ~ D- Day ~ Part One*

“ D- Day”
~Part one~ 1

“Jules, Please go answer the door. It's probably your cousin Raine,” My mother yelled from the kitchen.2

It was D. day, and by D. day I mean death day.3

I had only just received the news that my cousin Raine was coming to stay with us, not even an hour before I heard her car pull up into the drive way.4

Raine, what could I say ? The last time I had been in contact with Raine was the time she blew a giant bubble of hot, pink, gum, that just so happened to pop in my hair. Leaving me there for temporarily bald for the remainder of my primary school year.5

I thanked the Gods that wigs were invented, or rather she should of prayed that we could of afforded to fork out 200 dollars for the cheapest of wigs in our town. For I am sure the last memory she would have had of me would be my fist colliding with her face and the blood streaming down her lips, dripping onto her satin, white, graduation gown.6

I threw my total guitar Magazine on the carpet flipping my fringe to the side, covering my eyes as I trudged down the hallway to answer the door.7

“Jules will you hurry up, I have my hands tied here,” my mother screamed, this time her voice more demanding and slightly frustrated.8

“I'M GOING...I'M GOING,” I screamed, my voice still strained from my garage session last night with the girls.9

Ah the girls, what a cop out I would get when I faced them at school with Raine tomorrow. I could almost see their snickering grins masked by their black nails. Their eyes squinting, as they tried not to laugh, point at me, laughing at the memories of my not so finest moment.10

It was not as if they were intentionally malevolent with their sense of humor, but growing up on the wrong side of town didn't help with their attitudes much at all.11

I could hear their taunts.12

“Oh baby Jules has to baby sit minger, ginger pubes for the week.”13

I would show them though that I had grown a backbone since we had last met and this time the only one that would be left in tears was Raine. 14

I stopped at the front door, ruffling my hair making sure it looked as close to a shag pile rug as possible, before I opened the door to my dysfunctional relatives.15

“Oh my God if it isn't little Julian,” my Aunt said digging her fingernails into the tenderness of my cheeks.16

I retreated back rubbing my cheeks, still feeling the wrath of her claws pulsing through my skin. I stood back letting her wedge her way through the front door. Her grin never disappearing.17

Next in line was my Uncle Zack. A tall man, well over 6' foot high. 18

I was quiet surprised that he even managed to walk through the door without smacking his thick, egg, head against the ledge of the door, knocking himself out before even getting the chance to come inside. He wore a grin, although flashing his golden smile left much to be desired and extended his meaty, rough, hand on my shoulder, holding out the other, gripping my fragile hand in his beastly, tight, grip.19

“Good to see ya Jules,” he said his raspy tone of voice causing the hairs on my neck to prick with annoyance. He was one smoker I did not miss.20

“Good to see you to uncle Zack,” I replied awaiting little, miss, ginger pubes, irritating, bucktoothed smile.21

“Raine's out in the car love,” my Aunt chirped dropping her luggage in the hallway before hanging her jacket of the clothes wrack. “Would you mind going outside to help her with her things love?”22

Looking like a stunned mullet I tried desperately not to roll my eyes , holding back the urge to tell her to get her pudgy ass outside to help Raine herself. Instead I nodded, biting my tongue and stepped out side onto the driveway, shutting the door behind me.23

God how that woman infuriated me. She reminded me to much of my mother and when together ir was a nightmare. No one told me that this was going to be a family affair.24

I flipped my hair to the side now not being able to see where I was walking with the sunlight in my eyes. I looked across to see Raine's legs hanging from outside the car door. Immediately the first thing that I noticed were a pair of black Levies, complimented by a pair of last season's Red, skull kustom shoes.25

They couldn't be. I had saved up for months for a pair of those. Those shoes were like the God of all shoes. How could they possibly be on the feet of someone as preppy as Raine.26

My eyes stayed transfixed on the shoes as I moved towards the car, rolling up my sleeves to prove too her that I was strong enough to carry her things without breaking a nail.27

“Mum is that you?” she asked in a virile fashion Intimidating me a little more than expected.28

I was about the reply when her Two feet hit the ground. Her arms extending towards the car door, as she flipped her long, coffee, Brown hair over her shoulders and stood in front of me holding her luggage like she was about to use them as weights.29

Unsure, she smiled inching her eyebrows, till they burrowed deep. We looked at one another, my mouth gaping wide.30

“Julian?” she said her voice dropping an octave, sounding a little tense.31

“Raine?,” I managed to stutter. My eyes not believing what they were seeing. Behind her I could see a guitar case and amp and what looked to be a microphone set.32

Raine little, preppy, Raine had turned into a hardcore, garage reaper.33

“Yeah that would be me,” she said, shoving one of her bags into my arms.34

Silent I tried to speak, but the words just weren't coming to me.35

Raine seeming somewhat impatient tapped her foot on the driveway, the gravel crunching under her feet, the sound grating through my body.36

“Well don't just stand there like a tard lets get this shit inside I am dying for a piss.”37

Nodding I gripped onto her luggage, turning towards the house.38

How could she have changed so much? Where the hell was the Raine that I used to know?