Forged Steel's Wrestling Journal

Entry 27

The morning begins pleasant enough, Glitter and I have breakfast and do some more socializing with the families who had come to eat as well. Some of the girls ask Glitter to do their hair, and she's happy to help. A few boys had also brought stuff of me to autograph, so I couldn't say no. Being hurt is so bothersome because the kids wanted to wrestle, but I can't for at least another month.

Having nothing to do yet, Glitter and I decide to facilitate the open dining while Babushka goes to meet Sister and Rusty at the train station. Some would pass but I don't, it's the least I can do, especially considering that my family is hosting us. I've heard that my desire to give back sometimes makes me a bad guest, but anyone who thinks that way couldn't be more wrong.

When Sister arrives, nothing is said at first so she and Rusty can go get situated. A short time later Glitter wants to go meet them, so I go with her. Here's where it starts.

As I feared, Sister knew who Glitter was and what she did. Rusty was happy to see us and meet Glitter, but Sister completely ignored us. I shouldn't have to explain how juvenile this is, even Rusty is rolling her eyes. I decide to let it go, thinking she'll get over herself.

It doesn't take long for my patience to wear thin. She continues her silent treatment, talking to Rusty or whoever else instead of directly to me or Glitter. Babushka sees what is happening and scolds her to knock it off already. Sister only replies she has no idea what she's talking about. This is where I draw the line. Once sister walks outside for a moment, I immediately pursue, intent on correcting whatever stick is lodged up her ass.

Jerking her by the shoulder I immediately ask what got into her. She instinctively throws a slap that I cut off, trying with her other hand, I pinch my hands around her wrists tightly, causing her to snarl “What's gotten into you?”

You're being unreasonable, you don't know shit about Glitter Jewel and you're being a cunt towards her.

“I'm unreasonable,” I clearly see she's about to snap, “When you're in love with the greatest scum of the world, a slave driver… A jeweler?”

Something comes over me and I slam her back to the wall, pinning her by the shoulder with one hand and my fist cocked and aimed with the other, not feeling what certainly is a sharp pain throughout my right arm. Say it again, I dare you.

I have never before, even at my angriest, threatened my sister, let alone put hands on her. Immediately I see her anger turns into pure fear of me, her eyes filling with tears. Inexplicably, I push her tighter against the wall and growl that I'm not falling for waterworks.

“Please don't Kovanaya,” her voice cracking and wavering as her tears hit my outstretched arm, “I'm so sorry, I'm out of line… Please…”

I let go and she crumbles to the ground, sobbing. You are going to talk to Glitter and be nice. If you have but one cross word, I won't hold back a second time. I then storm off into the forests just beyond the property line, leaving Sister in a messy, sobbing heap.

As I smell the breeze rolling down the mountain and the trees, it then dawns on me what I just did. Letting out a frustrated roar, I let loose with a kick to a tree, which dents heavily at my strike and drops a shower of needles. I walk deeper into the mountainside forest, my own tears starting to form.
As I go further in, I manage to find an old clubhouse I built some 15 years ago. It looks pristine, almost like I left it so long ago. I open the door and step inside, finding the place nearly bare. Amazing, for almost a decade nobody found or even came inside the place. When I was a kid this single room house was my refuge from everything, I even would stay here for nights at a time.

I sit in the corner and stretch out. The place seems more cramped than I remember, but that only makes sense for how long it's been. So many memories, in fact this was the place where I'd first kissed another stallion. It was on a dare by Sister, the boy was cute, and I wanted to shut her up.

This then drags me back to the present. I hurt Sister. I hurt her not just emotionally, I hurt her physically, and I don't know which is worse. I only sought to stop her from being so childish, but I went too far to even dream about putting hands on her, let alone actually doing it. I see that look in her eyes again when I had her pinned. She saw mother, she was terrified. I caused my sister, my greatest friend in my life, to suffer a trauma flashback.

I now sit in a heap of my own, also letting the tears roam free. What has become of me? How could I become so defensive? Worst of all, if I could do this to Sister, what stops me from committing such an atrocity to Glitter. I'm a wreck, a mess, a horrible pony. I don't know how long I sit in here.

With a creak of the door opening, Sister walks in and sits beside me. I'm a monster, I had no right to treat you like that, and I don't deserve you.

“Shush. You're by far the most patient, forgiving, and friendly pony in this world, and I have no reason to treat and manipulate you like I do.”

I only sit in silence, still too cowardly to look at her.

“Glitter Jewel is probably the only one who comes close to you for being nice. I'm sorry I insulted you so deeply. You're exactly right that I have no reason to treat her like I did. I'm just being prejudiced.”

This doesn't excuse or justify me threatening you, let alone assaulting you the way I did. I could see it in your eyes, I'd become her. I caused you to relive all that. You have every right to never speak to me again.

I feel her kiss my cheek, “And yet, here I am.”

I sit silently again, still not looking over at her yet.

“You've said that for most of your life, I was your only friend. You know full well that the same is true for me. I love you too much to let one bad day ruin 21 years of beautiful friendship between us, Kovanaya.”

I can only nod, my tears still not holding back as her arms come across my shoulders.

“We've said for a long time that we need to look out for each other…”

But the thing is, we don't anymore…

“Exactly. We're not two young children left to fend for ourselves in this world. We're adults now, and we've both met the two most beautiful ponies in the world in Rusty for myself and Glitter for you.”

Even if we do make indiscretions, that's what they're there for, to keep us on the right track.

“Exactly, big brother. I'm wrong to have micromanaged your life for so long after we left home.”

And I'm wrong to be so zealous to stand up for you.

“I'm so sorry, big brother. Glitter's a lovely girl, I'm glad you have her, and almost jealous that I don't.”

My left arm snakes around her and squeezes Sister to my chest with a squeak from her. I'm sorry I threatened you so bitterly, even though just saying sorry doesn't fix it all.

She nods, kissing my cheek again.

We sit in the otherwise empty makeshift house for quite some time. Eventually she speaks up again. “What happened to your shoulder, and whose shoulder do I have to go break?”

It was a freak accident, I went to be whipped into a crowd barricade, but it fell out from under me. I must have caught it on a chair. How did you ever find this place, or know I'd be here?

“Did you forget how we used to spend entire days here?”

Oh… I suppose I did.

“You're so silly sometimes, Kovie. Come on, it's probably dinner time at Babushka’s.”

Stop calling me that.