I barely got the Chevelle stopped and the parking brake set before I opened the car door and started running up the driveway toward the front door of the house. As I stepped off of the sidewalk and onto the first step that led to the porch, Tucker opened the door.

“You Tucker?” I growled as I stepped onto the second step.

As soon as the door was opened all the way, I realized he had a gun in his hand. Although I had never personally met him, he had obviously heard about me and my car from Katie. I must admit there weren’t too many two hundred and fifty pound tattooed bald guys driving Classic Chevelle’s in Austin.

“Yeah, you must be Ritt. Get off my porch and don’t ever come back,” he smiled as he motioned toward me with the gun.

“Name’s Mike Ripton, prick. I’m Katie’s brother. Put down the gun. I’m taking you to the police station, dead or alive, you get to pick which one,” I said as I started up the steps slowly.

I focused on the gun, and recognized it as a Glock. The size of the barrel led me to believe that it was a .45 caliber. With his elbow bent and his forearm parallel to the ground, he held the gun at waist height.

Perfect, a Glock. No safety.

Just point and shoot.

Fuck.

“You must be one dumb son-of-a-bitch. Look, I’ve got the gun, I make the rules. Now get off my fucking porch,” he looked nervous as I cautiously began to step across the porch.

Gun or not, the more I looked at him the angrier I became. The thought of what he did to my little sister was more than I could try to make sense of - innocent little Katie Bug, who never hurt a fly, raped by this gun toting pussy. As I stepped toward him, I clenched my fists at my side.

“You rape my sister?” I grunted as I took another step toward him.

“Well, being as I’m gonna shoot you in about two seconds, I’ll sure tell ya,” he said as he continued to point the pistol at my mid-section.

I took another step and slowly began to raise my fists to chest height. I needed to hear him say it. Hear him admit it. As I took the last step, he began raising the pistol until it was level with my head.

“She was a tight little bitch. Nice tight little pussy. Yeah, I raped her,” he chuckled, the pistol now eighteen inches from my forehead.

“As soon as he said Yeah, I swung my right fist toward his right forearm. Probably not the best choice of what to do in this situation, but it was my most powerful punch. I knew I needed to hit his arm so hard he would drop the pistol. As my hand made contact with his arm, that’s exactly what he did.

His eyes widened as the pistol slid across the wooden floor. I stepped into the house, pushing him backward and grabbing his neck with my left hand at the same time. As he started to explain and attempt to reason, I pushed the door closed with my right hand.

“She’ll never prove it in court. It’s her word against mine. You’re in my house, asshole. You’re going to jail for breaking and entering,” he bellowed.

I pulled his body into mine with my left hand and shifted my body until I was behind him. As I wrapped my right arm around his neck, I placed him in a choke hold.

“They won’t even charge me with a crime. You know how many girls claim rape? It’s happened to me three times, but never made it to trial once,” he blubbered.

I stood behind him and attempted to understand what he was saying. I was full of rage, and everything had happened so fast. He’d been charged with rape three times? But never made it to court? The women, when it came time, probably never testified.

I tightened my arm against his neck. He began to struggle, grabbing my forearm with his hands, attempting unsuccessfully to pull down on my arm. As he began to cough and choke, I thought of Katie testifying in court, explaining to a jury what this asshole did to her.

Not going to happen. Not my sister. I’d much rather explain to a jury what I did to him than have Katie try to explain anything. I reached up with my left hand and pressed against the back of his head, forcing his neck into my forearm.

He’ll never do this again, Bug. Never again.

I pressed against the back of his head and squeezed his neck harder until I felt it…

Snap!

I lowered his lifeless body to the floor.

Forgive me lord.

I opened the front door and walked out to the edge of the porch and sat down. I rested my elbows on my thighs and placed my head in my hands as I looked out into the street at my car. At this point, there was only one thing I could do.

I needed to call the only person I felt I could trust regarding what had just happened.

My girlfriend.

Vivian Simon.

Attorney at law.