Date: Fri, 7 Nov 2008 05:05:07 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Its What Brothers Do - 19

Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION. Any similarity between my characters
and real people, places, or events is merely a coincidence. This story
contains descriptions of imagined sexual activity between teenage boys. If
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It's What Brothers Do -- 19

I woke up to the sound of Momma yelling from the bottom of the stairs. I
heard something about it being way past time to get my lazy ass up and off
to work.

"Fuck," I thought to myself, "What a way to start a new job."

"I'm gonna shower, Momma," I yelled from the hallway, beginning a naked
dash to get cleaned up and dressed.

Fifteen minutes later, I ran down the stairs, swinging my back pack to my
shoulders and headed for the door. Momma gave me a blistering look as I
reached for the door knob. I knew I was a dead man walking.

"I know, Momma," I said hurriedly, "We'll talk when I get back;
Mr. Clements is waiting for me."

I sprinted out the door before Momma could say a word. I knew if I was
Trevor's age, I'd be in for an ass whuppin. In my case, I knew I'd be
hearing from Momma for days, and there would be plenty of extra chores. I
thought she might be angry that I was late for my first day of summer work
or maybe she found out I had been drinking heavily last night, or both. I
had no doubt that by supper time I'd get a pretty good piece of Momma's
mind on the matter.

When I got to the community center, Mr. Clements was hip deep in kids and
clearly needing another pair of hands.

"I'm really sorry I'm late, what can I do to help?"

"Looks like a softball game would be a good idea right about now,"
Mr. Clements said, looking in frustration at thirty or so kids running
around and carrying on.

"You got it," I nodded, and got right to work.

* * * *

By late afternoon things were winding down and the kids were heading
home. Mr. Clements gave me a talking to about responsibility. I remembered
my promise to Trevor. I told him a few days ago that I would take him to a
baseball game in celebration of my birthday. Now, it wasn't going to
happen. I couldn't bring myself to ask Mr. Clements for the day off after
messing up today.

* * * *

I tried to call Jessica a couple of times during the day, but all I got
when I dialed her cell was voice mail. She wasn't picking up. I hoped that
she would call me back soon, but apparently she wasn't in any
hurry. "Damn!" Nothing was going right today.

* * * *

When I finally got home, Momma had calmed down a bit, but the lecture I got
was one that I wouldn't soon forget. I was right; Momma was angry because I
almost missed work. She reminded me of the ass whuppin Daddy had given me
for being late for school.

"No son of mine is going to sleep till noon and not get to work on time. Do
we understand one another?"

I nodded, "I'm really sorry, Momma."

"You get in there and wash those dishes, and not another word, you hear?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Momma gave me a stern look, and as I passed by, she gave me a hard smack on
the butt. It was her way of reminding me she was still the boss.

After finishing the supper dishes, I headed upstairs.

Trevor had spent the day at the park with Justin. It was the first day of
youth baseball, and apparently both guys were pumped. When I stopped by
Trev's room he was wound up. He talked a mile a minute about his team, the
players, and what the competition looked like.

"That sounds great, Trev" I said, sitting down in the chair by his desk. He
was sitting on his bed smacking a baseball into his glove. "Sounds like its
going to be a great summer!"

Trev rolled onto his back, tossed the ball toward the ceiling, caught it,
and did it all over again.

"Yeah, it's going to be awesome."

"Trev, about tomorrow..."

"Oh yeah, the game, what time are we going to leave?"

"That's the problem," I sighed. "I can't get off work; it will have to wait
for some Saturday or something."

Trev turned to look at me.  "It figures!" He said with sarcasm and a bit of
anger in his voice.

"I'm really sorry, squirt. There's nothing I can do about it."

"Ya, right!"

I started to say something, but Trev interrupted me.

"Okay, I got it," he said firmly, "You can leave."

I opened my mouth to explain, but Trev gave me a look that basically said,
"Now."

I sighed and left his room, softly closing the door behind me. I called
Jess again. This time she answered. I tried to get her to reconsider what
she had said the night before. I told her I still wanted to talk about
getting married. But there was only silence and then she hung up.

"Shit."

I tossed my phone onto my bed and kicked the wastebasket.

* * * *

The next morning I was up early and hurried through some cereal. Momma was
at the sink.

"Where's Trev?"

"He left early for the park," She said as she rinsed out a bowl. "He seemed
upset. I swear sometimes I can't figure out what gets into you boys."

I shrugged, gave Momma a weak smile, and headed for work. The day went much
better than the one before. Mr. Clements appreciated the work I was doing
and I got the impression he had forgiven my tardiness from the day
before. I tried to call Jess a couple more times, but once again no luck.

* * * *

I got home at supper time; Momma had left some food on the table and a note
saying she was going to be gone for a few hours. I wondered about Trevor,
but I assumed he was maybe having supper with Justin. I cleaned up things
in the kitchen and settled in the living room to watch TV.

Momma came home a couple of hours later, and it was then that it dawned on
me that Trevor hadn't come home yet.

"Where's your brother?" Momma asked casually as she settled down in her
chair.

"I don't know, did he tell you he was going some where?" I asked.

"No, I haven't seen or heard from him since morning. But I was away for a
while this afternoon."

"I'll call Justin," I said, reaching for my phone.

Justin said he hadn't seen Trevor since about two that afternoon. When I
told Momma we both got a little worried.

"I'll call some of his other friends," I told Momma and reached for a phone
book.

"And I'll call the coach," Momma said, heading for the phone in the
kitchen.

Twenty minutes later it was clear no one had seen Trev. I looked at the
darkness closing in outside.

"Momma?"

"I think so too," Momma said, reading my mind. I was going to ask if we
should call the sheriff.

Sheriff Madsen was at the house in less than twenty minutes. He tried to
reassure us that Trev was probably just at some kid's house and had
forgotten to call home.

"You don't know my boy," Momma said softly, "he wouldn't do that".

"He should have had a cell phone," I said under my breath.

"He's too young for that," Momma shot back, and gave me a stern look.

The sheriff tried to break the tension; he said that officially he couldn't
get the law involved until twenty four hours had gone by. "You might think
about calling some of the boys on the football team," he said in my
direction. "It sure wouldn't hurt if they drove around town a bit and
looked in a few places."

It took me only a few seconds to get to my phone and call Josh. I told him
I needed help finding my little brother, and he said he would get right on
it. Within an hour we had ten guys at our place. The sheriff told them how
they could help, where to look and what to do. He sent me to the park.

I cruised through the park three times, stopping every once and a while and
called Trev's name. The place was empty, not a soul around.

The guys from the team all eventually came back to our place. No one had
seen him.

"Derek, don't worry, we'll find the little guy," Nate Collins said as he
touched my arm.

"Thanks man, you're a real friend," I said, giving him a quick hug. I
thanked the rest of the guys for helping and sent them home.

Momma was really worried now. It was getting late, very late and Trevor had
never been away from home like this.

Sheriff Madsen finally said that he too was getting worried. He phoned his
office and told the folks there to call in the off duty officers.

"We got a missing child," he said softly to the dispatcher, "Let's get a
move on." He hung up and turned to Momma, "We're gonna find him, you have
my promise."

Momma took a step closer and the sheriff reached out and gave her a gentle
hug.

"Nanna?" I whispered, and Momma nodded. She called Nanna, and it was then
that I really got scared. Tears filled my eyes.

Momma came up to me and we hugged. "Not again, Lord," she prayed and we
both started to cry.

The sheriff went into investigation mode and started asking a ton of
questions. He asked to see Trevor's room. Momma and I both showed it to
him. As we looked around the room, everything seemed to be just as he left
it.

"Momma? Did you see his backpack downstairs?"

"No, I sure didn't."

It was missing. I described it to the sheriff.

"Momma, Trev's bike?"

"Go check the garage."

It too was missing. I told Sheriff Madsen what it looked like, the color
and style and all. Momma gave him a recent picture of Trev from school.

"This will all help," the Sheriff said softly, and excused himself so he
could get to the station.

I called our preacher and told him what was going on. He said he'd come
right over and get some church folks calling around to get volunteers. They
would have a crowd to help in a search early in the morning.

"Momma, I can't sit here. I have to look for him," I said tearfully. Momma
gave me a hug.

"You go find your brother, and bring him home," she whispered.

I drove for at least an hour and wracked my brain to figure out what could
have happened. Was he hurt? Did he get snatched by some crazy? He wouldn't
just disappear. There was something nagging at me. Finally, it came to me,
it was the tone that Justin had in his voice when I called him earlier.

I headed over to Justin's house. There was still a light on in the living
room, and Justin's Momma answered the door. I explained that Trevor was
missing.

"Oh my God, child," she said, "What can we do to help?"

"Could I speak to Justin, ma'am?"

"Yes, yes, I'll go get him."

"Well, if I could just speak to him alone it might be easier."

I woke up Justin and he was surprised to see me. I explained why I was
there.

"Trevor's still gone?"

"Yeah, and I really need to know everything about this afternoon."

Justin lowered his eyes and avoided looking at me.

"I need to know, Justin!" I warned.

"We had a fight."

"What? What kind of fight?"

"Trevor saw me with Andrea," Justin said softly. "She's in our grade; we
were behind the equipment shed at the park."

"I don't get it," I shrugged.

"We were kissing," Justin whispered.

"Oh shit," I mumbled.

"He came over and started to cry. He said that boyfriends didn't do stuff
like that to each other."

I never knew that Trevor and Justin had considered themselves
boyfriends. It made me angry that Justin would have hurt Trevor that way,
but I guess I had done the same thing with Jess. In fact what I had done
was worse. His hurt was real when he had reminded me, "You only do that
with someone you love!"

"Shit, its my fault." I whispered. "Did he say anything before he left?"

"No, he just got on his bike."

I left Justin's house and called Sheriff Madsen. I explained the part about
Trevor being on his bike at the park. It also occurred to me that the last
conversation I had with him was about the baseball game.

"I told Trev last night I couldn't take him to the baseball game. He seemed
pretty upset."

"We'll check the road out of town heading that way," The sheriff
offered. "Thanks for the information, Derek; we'll be fully organized by
morning."

I headed home and told Momma the part of the story having to do with the
ball game, it was just enough so she could understand that I had hurt
Trev's feelings.

"It's all my fault, Momma,"

Momma held me close in a hug. "Hush, you're a good brother, you love him,
and he knows that."

We both cried softly for a few minutes. Then, we sat down and waited by the
phone for news. Our hope was that Trev would call. The night dragged on and
on.

The call never came.



Thanks for reading this chapter. Look for the conclusion of this story in
chapter (20). I hope to post the ending within a week or so.

Send comments to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com.

Thanks, Jon