Date: Mon, 22 Apr 2002 21:26:39 EDT
From: Wyzman34@aol.com
Subject: Brothers Like Us Chapter 9

BROTHERS LIKE US
by Lawrence Michael Martell

CHAPTER 9

    Detectives Montgomery and Linton arrived at the residence of one
Terrence "Silk" Mitchell. They got the case because the victim was the
suspect in a sexual assault. They had just interviewed the victim, Sean
Jackson, who gave them all the information including the address and phone
number of his assailant. They were on their way to get him when they picked
up the shots fired call from dispatch which was the address of their
man. They figured it was a suicide. The guy had committed a heinous crime
and committed suicide. They were wrong. Judging from the look of the door
and the victim he was murdered. Shot six times by a large caliber
weapon...maybe a shot gun. They canvassed the neighbors who heard shots but
only saw two figures in the dark running to a dark colored vehicle. The
descriptions were varied...tall men, short men, skinny, fat, maybe black,
maybe white, maybe latino, they got into an SUV, a van, a bus. Both
detectives knew they were on a case that would go cold fast but they had
one hope. The rape victim. Once the coroner put a time on the death they
could figure out what questions to ask one Sean Jackson.

     The next day Shane called me to tell me that Sean was resting and the
doctors were hoping to let him go home by the end of the week. They were
going to run a blood test for sexually transmitted diseases and HIV. The
HIV test would not show anything this soon but they were still going to do
one anyway. No sooner did I get off the phone with Shane did it ring again
and it was Mohammed, who had flown in from Kentucky and wanted to know what
was going on and how Sean was doing. I told him he was doing okay and that
he would be home by the end of the week. He said he would call me once he
got settled. I called Jermaine and he asked about Sean.
             "He's doing fine. Jermaine?"
             "Yeah, boo?"
             "Thanks for being there." I said.
             "Hey...that's what I'm here for."
             "Well, I want to thank you."
             "How are you doing?"
             "Fine..I guess. I just...I mean...I always told Sean that he
had to be careful meeting guys online but I never thought...I mean I never
imagined this would happen to him."
             "I know, boo."
             "I just wish he would have listened to me." I said.
             "Boo, he is a grown man and he has to make his own decisions
and deal with the consequences. No one deserves what happened to him and
when the police find this bastard he is going to prison for a long time."
             "Amen to that. And prison is the safest place for him, now
that Mo-Mo is back in town." I said
             "Damn...it sucks being Mr. Silk." Jermaine said.
             "Yeah...well, there is nothing that will kill Mr. Silk than
Mo-Mo when someone fucks with us."
             "Mo-Mo really takes care of you guys." Jermaine said.
             "Yeah. He always has and we take care of him." I replied.
             "So you think he'll take care of me too?" I could feel him
smiling.
             "As long as you do the right thing."
             "And what is the right thing?" He asked.
             "Loving me." I replied.
             "Hmmmm...I can do that."
       We made plans for later on that night and I got off the phone. I had
some work to do. I wanted to get a meeting with Councilwoman Maggie Ward
and find out how she felt about what was going on in Ashley Homes. I called
her office and spoke with her A.A (Administrative Assistant). I told him
that I was doing a story about city politics and would love to interview
her. He asked if I was a reporter. Now here is the choice. Tell the truth
and risk not getting an interview or tell a lie and worry about the
consequences later. So...I lied.
             "Actually, I am taking Poli-Sci at the University."
             "Excellent. If you give me your name and number I will talk to
the Councilwoman and we can see about a good time to meet." The A.A said.
             "Thanks," I said as I gave here my information. Afterwards I
wondered if they would call the University to see if I was actually
enrolled. I considered calling Lew and seeing if he had contacts that could
fake my being enrolled but I decided what the hell and just waited to see
what happened next. Besides I had other things to occupy my time. A
friend..a brother in need and a man I was falling in love with.

      Mohammed pulled into the driveway of his home and parked his car next
to Brett's. He was annoyed with himself that he wondered where Brett was
the night he called. Hell, he was off wrestling and it was not fair to
expect Brett to stay cooped up in the house. Jamal was old enough to take
care of himself. He was being silly.
       He walked into the house and heard someone in the computer
room. Mohammed walked in and saw Jamal working at the computer. It look
like he was chatting with someone online.
             "Hey son," Mohammed said, as Jamal looked up and saw his
dad. He went to his father and gave him a hug.
             "What are you doing home so early?" Jamal asked.
             "A friend of mine was in an accident and I asked to come
home. I'm gonna have to go back on the road in two days though. Where's
Brett?"
             "I haven't seen him all morning. I think he's still asleep."
Jamal said.
       Mohammed smiled. "Okay. Don't be on the computer all day."
             "I won't dad." Jamal said as he returned to the computer.
       Mohammed headed upstairs and walked into the bedroom where Brett was
under the covers and sound asleep. Mohammed put his bags down and then
began removing his clothes. Once he was naked he moved to Brett's side of
the king sized bed and slowly removed the covers from over his sexy
body. Mohammed inhaled as he gazed at Brett, who was naked under the sheets
and sporting a sleeping erection. Mohammed knelt down and lightly kissed
Brett on his lips. Brett moaned and lightly kissed him back but he wasn't
awake. He kissed Brett's neck and then moved down to his chest as his hand
moved down and lightly caressed his erection and Brett groaned, moved his
hips. Mohammed rubbed and caressed his dick while he kissed his nipples and
as Brett moaned and sighed, Mohammed's dick went rock hard.
       Brett felt horny. Someone was sucking his nipples and playing with
his dick and it felt great. He wanted to get sexed up. Dalziel came to his
mind and his dick grew harder. Damn he was having a wet dream. That's what
it was. He was thinking about Dalziel and now he was dreaming and night
creaming about him. OOOH SHIT! It was the best dream he had ever
had. SHIT....IT WAS GREAT!!! He felt something playing around his asshole
and he spread his legs to allow it in and when it slipped in he arched his
back and gasped outloud. He felt it wiggle in his ass and when it got in
deeper he could feel it just touching his prostrate and he knew he was
going to cum.
             "Oh...oh....sssssshit..." Brett moaned, as Mohammed fingered
his ass and jacked his dick. "OOOOOOOh..fuck me....baby....fuck me....."
       Mohammed was so turned on that it was unbelievable. He quickly
slipped on a condom and then slipped into Brett's hot ass.
             "AAAAAAAAH! YEEEEEEAH!....YEAH!...F...Fuck that ass.....fuck
it...." Brett moaned.
       Mohammed rode Brett's ass and drove his dick deep into Brett's tight
hole. He chewed on his nipples and then nibbled on his neck. He could feel
Brett tense up and he knew he was about to cum. Mohammed worked harder and
faster pumping his dick in and out..in and out. He was close to cumming
himself.
       He bore down and kissed Brett on the lips and thrust his tongue deep
into his mouth just as he howled with his own orgasm followed by Brett's
own.
       Mohammed collapsed on top of Brett, who awoke with a startled
surprise.
             "Mohammed? Mohammed? What are you doing home?" Brett asked as
Mohammed rolled off of him.
             "Hello to you to, baby boy." Mohammed said, with a smile.
       Brett recovered and gave Mohammed a kiss. But damnit he wanted to
know what he was doing home so soon. When Mohammed told him, Brett wished
he had not known.
             "How is he doing?" Brett asked after Mohammed had come out of
the shower.
             "As well as can be expected. I'm going to visit him later but
right now..." he pulled Brett into his arms. "I just want to be with you. I
love you."
       Brett hugged and kissed him. It wasn't lost on Mohammed that Brett
didn't answer him with an I love you, too.

       Jamal and was finished chatting online and was kind of bored. He
started playing with the search feature for AOL and was putting different
words to see what would come up. There were so many sites that pertained to
sex no matter what words you put in. As a goof he put in the name of a
skier he had heard...Peekaboo Street. He discovered two things....one, that
he spelled Picabo's name wrong and second he ran across the Peekaboo Sex
Scenes and he decided to take a look. What popped up blew his mind. There
on the site being fucked by some guy with his face distorted was
Brett. There were more pictures of Brett getting fucked and even posing
afterwards. Jamal couldn't believe his eyes. No...maybe these were modeling
pictures. Yeah...No..these were no modeling pictures. Then he saw the date
on the website and when the pictures were added. It was last night. When
Brett left the house...while his father was wrestling..he was out creeping
and he didn't even have the respect to keep this mess off the website. He
had no respect for his father. Jamal was furious. No one made a fool out of
a Moyenda. NO ONE! Jamal clicked on a few of the pictures and printed them
and as he went to the printer to retrieve them his anger grew more and
more. He had always accepted his father's being gay and he loved his father
and that would never change. No, he was no big fan of Brett. He thought he
was the wrong man for his father but his father was happy and Brett was
treating him very well...until now. What he had in his hands would be
devastating to Brett...and his father. Jamal let his anger cool. This would
hurt his father to no end. He didn't know what to do. If he showed these to
his father he would be so hurt and if he didn't show his father then Brett
would continue treating his father like a prized fool and not to mention if
his father knew Jamal had this information and never told him. Damn! Now he
wished he had not been fucking around online at all. He didn't know what to
do. He started to throw the pictures away but decided that he better not
throw them away in the house. He needed some help, someone to guide him on
what to do and someone who loved his father like he did. There was one
person he could turn to, Eric.
       Jamal folded the pictures up and stuffed them in his pocket. He
needed to get in touch with Eric as soon as possible.

       Sean was really ready to get out of the hospital. He had been poked
and prodded. He had had his blood pressure checked and so much blood drawn
he was sure he his nurses were vampires. He was just ready to be out of the
hospital and to put all this behind him. He wasn't going to allow himself
to think about what had happened. No. And maybe it would just go
away. Maybe he could forget it and move on with his life. But deep down in
his heart and in his mind he knew he could never forget what had happened
to him and there was no way he could ever forgive the motherfucker that did
it to him. But if he hadn't called Silk to come over this would not have
happened. Maybe it was all his fault. For years Eric had been telling him
that he should be careful but he wouldn't listen and now here he is. In the
hospital after being beaten and r...r...raped. Suddenly Sean began to
tremble and tears came to his eyes and he could not stop them. He turned
and put his face in his pillow and let him cry and he cried long and
hard. He cried until his body hurt, he cried until he just couldn't cry
anymore.
       Andre was walking down the hall looking for Sean's room. When he
found it he walked in and there was Sean, crying. He started to turn and
leave. He was already nervous about visiting Sean. He never knew anyone who
had ever been raped and especially not another man. He didn't know what he
was going to say or what he would do or how he would act. Now seeing Sean
crying, Andre felt at a complete loss. What in the hell was he doing here?
What the hell could he do to help? He was about to turn to leave when Sean
turned and saw him. At first he smiled but then he gasped and covered his
face.
             "OH MY GOD!" Sean said. "How long have you been standing
there?"
       Andre stepped into the room. "Not long man. I was getting ready
to..."
             "Have a seat. Please...don't run off. I'm afraid the nurses
will stick me with more needles if you leave me."
       Andre took a seat in the vacant chair next to Sean's bed. He tried
not to stare and struggled to appear comfortable, even though he wasn't. He
hated hospitals. He remembered still how he felt when he was in the
hospital holding his mother's hand as she lay dying from cancer. Since that
day he avoid hospital at all cost but he just couldn't not visit Sean
during this trying time. And he still was dealing with Sean being raped. It
just blew his mind.
       Sean noticed Andre's apparent discomfort and he knew it had to come
from one thing and one thing only. The rape. Damn! How could he make Andre
feel comfortable? He had been raped and that would never change and he had
to live with that for the rest of his life and so would everyone else in
his life and around him. God, how he hated Silk! He hated him so much that
he wished him dead.
       Andre and Sean were silent for what seemed like forever and then
finally they spoke...at the same time.
             "Whatsup?" They both said and then giggled.
             "Nothing," They both replied at the same time and they laughed
again.
       Sean spoke, holding up his finger to stop Andre from talking too,
"Whatsup with you Andre?"
       Andre smiled and raised his finger. "Nothin' much. Just came to
check on you. How you doin?"
             "I'd be much better if these damn doctors and nurses would
stop sticking me like I'm a damn pin cushion or some shit."
             "I feel ya. I feel ya. I fucking hate hospitals." Andre
said. "Ever since my moms died in one I just can't stand them."
       Sean smiled. "But you fought your fear and came to see me
anyway. Thank you." Sean said.
             "Hey man! You one of my dawgs." Andre answered as if Sean
should have known that.
       Sean was about to reply when the door opened and a nurse and two men
in suits walked in. The two men in suits were nice looking. One was older
than the other. The older one had black hair with gray temples and a
mustache and he looked like he was not one to play with. The other one, the
younger one, had short black hair, he was clean shaven and had a cute
babyface...and he looked very familiar. They looked at Andre and then at
Sean and when the nurse indicated Sean in the bed, they went to him and
pulled out badges.
             "I'm Detective Sergeant Cecil Montgomery and this is my
partner Detective 2nd Grade Julien Linton."
             "Hello. I'm Sean Jackson and this is my...friend Andre. Are
you here about what happened to me?"
             "Actually," Detective Linton began. "We are but there has been
a development."
       Sean sat up and Andre leaned forward to listen. "What kind of
development? Did he say he didn't do this to me? He's lying!"
             "Actually, he hasn't said anything." Sgt. Montgomery said.
             "What are you talking about?"
             "Mr. Jackson. The man you know as Silk is dead." Det. Linton
said.
             "He was murdered." Sgt. Montgomery added and they both watched
Sean's reaction.
             "Murdered?" Sean said the word like he was learning a new and
dread word. "Murdered? When?"
             "The coroner places the time of death at or around 2am to 2:30
am this morning." Linton answered.
             "Well...who did it?" Sean asked.
             "We don't know, Mr. Jackson. We were wondering if maybe you
had any ideas." Montgomery said.
             "Me? Why me?"
       Andre stood up slowly and stood next to Sean's bed and both
detectives watched him.
             "They think you did it." Andre said.
       Sean was incredulous. "WHAT!? You guys are crazy. I've been here in
this damn hospital bed and I can assure you that, even though I wanted to
kill him, I didn't and couldn't.
       Sgt. Montgomery nodded. "We know. We checked with the on-duty
nurses. But maybe you know who could have done this. Maybe someone you
know. Like a friend or someone special to you." As he said that
Sgt. Montgomery turned towards Andre and the accusation was clear if only
implied and Andre picked it up.
             "Are you accusing me?" Andre demanded.
       Det. Linton shook his head. "No sir but we do have to explore ever
avenue."
             "Why would you think my friend, Andre, or any of my other
friends would murder anyone is crazy."
       The detectives looked at each other.
             "Do you have friends that would do this?" Montgomery asked.
             "Hell naw!" Sean snapped back.
             "Really?" Montgomery said, "But you can't be one percent
sure."
             "I'm as sure as I'm laying here."
       Det. Linton spoke. "Well, maybe one of them did it without telling
you. I mean...maybe in the heat of the situation he went and killed..."
             "No...No...NO! None of my friends would do this."
             "Are you sure?" Linton asked.
             "Positive."
       Sgt. Montgomery turned to Andre. "Do you own a gun...maybe like a
shotgun?"
             "Yeah, it's at home with the dope." Andre popped back.
             "You know we can get a search warrant." Montgomery said.
             "You got probable cause? No, I don't think so."
       Montgomery and Linton nodded to each other and excused
themselves. Andre and Sean watched them go.
             "What the fuck?" Andre exclaimed. "What was that about?"
       Sean shook his head and felt sick. "I..I don't know? Do they think
that...that someone close to me killed Silk?"
       Andre sat back down. "No..naw man...they are just tryin to cover all
areas...yeah, that's got to be it."
       But Sean wasn't so sure. What if someone did kill Silk. Someone
close to him. Like his...brother. Sean wished that thought never entered
his mind. No..no...Shane wouldn't...he couldn't have done anything like
that? But this situation had never happened before. Sean remembered Tyron
Jackson when he and Shane were in Junior High. Tyron was this big kid that
always picked on Sean. He was always calling Sean names and he was always
picking on Sean and hitting on him and there was nothing Sean could do to
stop him cause he was deathly afraid of him. Then one day, Tyron grabbed
Sean's dick and Sean slapped his hand away and Tyron punched Sean in the
nose and then kicked and beat on him until Shane arrived and he jumped on
Tyron and he beat him up so bad that Tyron was taken to the hospital where
he stayed for a week. Sean had never seen Shane so angry and it was the
only time that Sean was afraid of his brother. Could Shane have killed
Silk? Did he kill SIlk?

       When my phone rang I had expected to hear the voice of Councilwoman
Maggie Ward's AA or Shane with a Sean update or Jermaine but I was not
expecting who it was.
             "Hey Uncle Eric."
       It was Jamal and when he calls me Uncle Eric I know something is
going on with him. "What's up J?"
       There was a long pause before he spoke and when he did I thought I
was talking to a 12 year old and not a teenager...a young man. "Uncle
Eric...can you come and get me at my dad's?"
             "Huh? Yeah...sure...but what's going on? Why don't you get
your dad to drop you off?" I asked.
             "Uncle Eric..please...I..I need to talk to you..NOW!"
       I was on the way to Mo's place and I was filled with questions and
concerns. When I arrived at Mo's, Jamal was outside of the house and
immediately met me at my car. As he approached I was struck at how handsome
he was and how much he looked like his father. Jamal was going to be a
heartbreaker, if he wasn't one already. I thought about what it would be
like to have a child...a son. The spitting image of me but hopefully better
than me and having more than me. I was jealous of Mohammed Moyenda. He had
a fine son and a great life. But I wondered if Mo ever thought about the
possibility of his only being gay and what would he do if Jamal came to him
and said one day that he was gay. I knew a sister, who is a lesbian and she
had two sons. Her older son was gay and her younger son was not. Sean and
Shane were twins and they were both gay. Jamal opened the door and the look
on his face was one that was troubled and that concerned me.
             "What's up, J?" I asked
             "Can we just drive?" Jamal asked.
       I didn't question I just put the car in gear and we drove in silence
for more than half an hour until finally Jamal spoke.
             "If you knew something...something that would hurt someone,
would you tell that person?"
       I didn't think before I answered. "Sure. Yes. I wouldn't hesitate."
             "Even if it's something that could change their life?" Jamal
asked.
             "J. Tell me what's going on? What's up?"
       Jamal pulled out some folded up pages from inside his shirt and
handed them to me. I pulled over on the side of the road and I looked at
the pictures and my heart stopped. I looked at Jamal, who was looking down
at the floor board. I couldn't believe what I was looking at. Brett getting
dicked down by some guy who had his face distorted. There were some
pictures of Brett posing naked with a hard ass dick erection.
             "Jamal...what the hell is this? Where did you get this shit?"
       Jamal looked up and the expression on his face and in his eyes were
of sadness, pain and anger. "Off the Internet."
             "WHAT?! How?"
             "I was just messing around online and I ran across the site
and those pictures."
             "Jamal..son...this can't be what it appears...I mean maybe
these are modeling pictures..posed for something..."
             "No Uncle Eric! No! That somofabitch has been fucking around
on my dad and I don't like that shit. I need to tell dad but I don't know
how."
             "Jamal...Jamal...maybe that isn't such a good idea."
             "Why not? You said that you would tell."
             "Jamal I thought you were talking about something else I
didn't know it was this...I mean..Jamal..."
             "So you want me to keep this from my father? You want me to
lie to him every single day? I can't do that. I love him..and I thought you
did too."
             "I do, J. I love you and your pop. I mean...he's like a
brother to me and you are like my own but..."
             "There are no buts Uncle Eric. A lie is a lie and If I don't
tell dad then I am just like Brett and anyone that knows something like
this and lies about it and I am better than that...We are better than
that."
       I was silent but not because I was considering my options here. You
all know that I knew that Brett had an indiscretion once in Da City. And
you know I kept my mouth shut but Brett told me he told Mo and
now...now...damn! Jamal was speaking the truth. A lie makes liars out of
all who know about it and don't tell. I was just as bad as Brett and if I
don't help this kid..this young brother who believed in the men in his
life...that they were honest and true and would never keep a lie.
       I handed Jamal the disgusting pictures. "Okay J. Let's tell your
father."
       Jamal smiled but I knew. I knew that things were about to get very,
very interesting and not in any good way.

       Mohammed was in his office finishing some work. He had called the
XWF front office and told them that he would be back on the road when they
got to Chicago and he was ready for Las Vegas. Miller James, the XWF's
Sr. VP of Talent let Mohammed know that though the XWF understood that
things happened, they needed him in Chicago so the could get things rolling
with the upcoming PPV. Mohammed then checked his website and read some of
the messages from his fans. There was one message that caught his eye that
read:

       "Missed you at the last few shows. Hope things are going well with
your family. See you in Chicago and Las Vegas. And the first drink is still
on me." And it was signed by Sonny DeVine.

       Mohammed blinked in surprise. He knew it was Sonny since the fans
would not know the reason he was not at the XWF's last few shows much less
that he would be at the Chicago show. And the drink reference was between
the two of them. Mohammed smiled as he signed off and immediately the phone
rang and he answered it and was surprised to hear Sonny's voice on the
other end and he couldn't help smiling.
             "Hello Mohammed." Sonny said.
             "Hi Sonny. I just saw your message on my website."
             "Well, when Miller and everyone told me you had to get back
home for some family emergency I thought I'd drop you a line. Miller tells
me you'll be in Chi-town..so are things cool there?"
             "They're under control for the time being and I have to get
back to work."
             "Yeah. Has Miller got your hotel in Chicago?"
             "I think. He didn't tell me where."
             "Don't worry. They'll get it to you soon and remember that
drink."
             "How could I forget."
             "Then I will see you in Chicago."
             "Aight Sonny. Take care."
             "You too, Mohammed."
       When Mohammed hung up the phone he was still smiling. And it felt
good...very good.

       Shane and Victor were on their way to the hospital to visit Sean and
both men were pretty quiet deep in their own thoughts. Shane was thinking
about what had happened to Sean and how they would get through it and they
would get through it...together. He realized how important his brother was
to him and how much he loved him. Okay, so maybe Sean was having problems
with him being with Victor again but once he saw how happy he was and how
much Victor had changed then he would be happy as well, he just knew
it. They would get through all this because they were a family. Sean, Shane
and now..Victor.
       Victor was feeling good. That nigga Silk would never rape another
motherfucker again and no one would ever hurt Shane or make him cry and if
they did there would be hell to pay and Victor was the man to bring
it. Silk found out and those punks at the Ashley found out that he was not
the one to be fucked with.
       He felt Shane's hand take hold of his and he smiled. Yeah,
everything he did was worth it and anything and everything he did to keep
it was worth it and necessary.

       Detectives Montgomery and Linton sat in the parking lot and watched
as the young man named Andre got into his car. They knew someone close to
Sean Jackson did this and this Andre person could be the one. He was very
defensive and protective of Sean.
             "You think they're fucking?" Montgomery said.
       Linton blinked as if he had been in deep thought. "What?"
             "Do you think Andre and Sean Jackson are fucking?" Montgomery
repeated.
       Linton shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know? Is that important?"
       Montgomery smiled. "Hell yeah! Someone killed Terrence Mitchell and
whoever did it is close. I can feel it. I can feel it."
       Linton started the car. "Let's get back to the office."
       As the unmarked police car pulled out of the hospital parking lot,
Victor's black Escalade pulled into the parking lot and passed right by
each other.