Protecting David-The Brothers

Chapter 12

 

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From the previous chapter:
Then it was time to go and Nick and I boarded the plane while Mei and the twins went back to the SUV.  Nick and I were sitting at the seat by table watching them as the engines fired up.  I got a lump in my throat like I always do when I’m leaving them.  Then the engines went higher as Mike did a one hundred and eighty degree turn with the plane and we started to taxi.  I lost track of the SUV then, but I still waved even though it was probable that no one could see me.  When I finally looked away I saw that Nick was staring at me with an intense look on his face.  His face was tanned and that made his blue eyes pop.  When he saw me look at him he blinked and then he just smiled and reached out and squeezed my arm.

 

 

Protecting David-The Brothers 12

 

On the drive from the airport in Madison to the dorm my dick started getting hard, and by the time I got there I was trying to figure out how I could make it from my car to our room without someone noticing.

I parked the car and looked down into my lap.  My dick was pushing my jeans straight up and was actually so hard that it hurt.  I yelled at it, “Are you fucking insane?  You couldn’t put this off for like five minutes?  How am I supposed to get into the dorm?”

And it was true, there were people all over the place.  The door to the dorm wouldn’t even get a chance to close because students were going in and out constantly.  I thought about taking my jacket off and holding it in front of my crotch, but it was really cold out.

Finally I just decided, “Fuck it!” I grabbed my computer case and held it in front of my crotch, lowered my head, and walked quickly to the door.

 

 

Adam was standing in the bathroom when I came in, and he just turned and stared at me.  Finally, he shook his head, smiled and said, “Holy Fuck, I’ve missed you!”

 

Four hours later when we slid into seats across from Michael, his face was buried in a cheeseburger and his eyes moved from me to Adam as he chewed.  Then finally he swallowed, smiled and said, “I’m surprised either one of you can still walk.  I mean, I came by your room a couple of hours ago, but even out in the hallway it sounded like an ox was being slaughtered in there with a pocket knife.”  While Adam and I were blushing, he added, “I mean c’mon, you’re making the rest of us feel sex deprived!”

Adam leaned forward, grabbed Michael’s arm and said, “Dude, my old man is buying me a fucking BMW!”

Michael put the remains of his cheeseburger down and got a cautious look on his face.  He slowly shook his head.  “So what’s the catch?  There a fucking bomb already built into it or what?”

“No Dude!  I guess he’s seen the light!  My grandfather kinda worked on em I guess, anyway, things are all different now.”

I said, “They want him to do law school.”

Michael smiled and said, “Ahhhh, so that’s it.  Do you want to study law?  You always said how dipshit it was and how you thought you’d fucking kill yourself if you had to do that crap all the time.”

Adam leaned back a bit and said, “Yeah, I know.  It’s just that, you know, what’s the big fucking deal?  I mean so I study law and do that shit for a living, it’s not much different than all the other shit.  Basically, everybody is doing crap they don’t care all that much about.”

This time Michael leaned forward with a big grin on his face.  “Well I got some news, too.  He looked at me and jerked his thumb at Adam.  “Not everything good happens to lawyerboy here.  I had an interview this morning at Badger National.  I start next week as an intern, and it pays twice what I was making everywhere else.”

Frankly, this result seemed so removed from anything that I had done that I didn’t even think in terms of the two things being connected, I was just happy for Michael.

I said, “That is fucking fantastic!  So you can finally relax a little bit with the whole work thing.”

Adam said, “Dude, that is fucking amazing!  How’d you get it?”

“They called me!  Said one of my professors had recommended me!”

Adam said, “And what was the big surprise with your mom?”

Michael grinned.  “It was fucking awesome!  The bank called her in and told her she qualified for this government program.  Dude, it cut her mortgage payment in half!  We had twenty-five relatives over for Thanksgiving dinner!  It was an amazing day!”  He shook his head.  “I haven’t seen my mom that happy since…you know…since my dad was alive.”

The next couple of weeks were kind of insane as we got ready for exams.  For one thing, they scare the crap outta me.  I always figure that I know a whole lot less than I usually end up knowing, and in the end they were a lot easier than I was worried about.

Pretty soon it was almost time for the Christmas break.  My dad emailed me and told me the plane would be here early Friday morning, exactly one week and a day before Christmas.  Adam was planning to drive home that day, too, but his dad  talked him into coming home a day early, so he was planning on going the next day.

We had taken a shower together and Adam was shaving with his electric razor.  I had just pulled on a fresh pair of boxer shorts.  Adam came over and shoved his tongue into my mouth, his hands down the back of my shorts when there was a quick knock on the door and then it immediately opened.

There was a big guy standing in the doorway that I had never seen before, but there was enough of a resemblance that I knew instantly who it was, Adam’s brother Cory.  At first he was smiling, but then his face changed to something that was beyond anger.   I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach because the look on his face was directed at me.

Adam stared at his brother with a slack jawed, paralyzed look on his face, then his head turned quickly and he looked at me and then just as quickly looked back to his brother.

Cory was a big guy, even bigger than Adam, and his shoulders were bunched up like he was ready for a fight.  He was staring hard at me and then they both started talking at once.

Cory shook his head slowly and said, “I knew it’d be something like this!  You always were a fucking fag!”

Adam started to say, “I can explain….” but Cory had already turned and was out the door.

Adam tried to grab the door as it was closing, then he seemed to realize that he had to do something about me and he stopped at the door and turned back.

He held up a panicked finger and said, “I…I gotta go after him.  You…you better go back to your room.  I…gotta go.”

A moment later I could hear Cory slamming down the stairway with Adam right after him.  The heavy footfalls fading as they practically ran down the stairs.

I didn’t know what to do, all of the old fears gripped every cell in my body and I just stood there rigid with terror.  Then I heard them outside yelling at each other.  I crept over to the window and looked carefully outside and saw them.  It was beginning to snow and they were on a sidewalk that ran diagonally away from the building.  Cory was yelling at Adam and Adam was yelling back at him.  Cory kept trying to push his brother away, but Adam kept getting in front of him.   Adam was trying to get in his face and Cory kept brushing past him and they kept getting further and further away eventually I could only hear the sounds of the yelling, but not the actual words.

They were about two hundred feet from the dorm now and the argument seemed to be settling down.  Adam wasn’t in front of Cory trying to stop him anymore; he was walking next to him, although he was still turning towards him and gesturing wildly.

I didn’t really know what to do, but I did know that I had to get out of there for a while.  So I got dressed in record time, grabbed my coat and computer and headed for my car.  I stopped at the head of the stairway because I was afraid that I might run into Adam and Cory or, even worse, Cory by himself.  Finally, I walked to the other stairway and stopped at each floor and looked out the windows to see if they were around, but they didn’t seem to be, so I ran for my car.

The snow had started to come down more heavily and I didn’t really know where to go, but in the end I headed for the bookstore.  I figured that was one of the places that I’d be least likely to run into them.  I killed an hour looking at books that I wasn’t really interested in and then started to head for the coffee shop, then I got to wondering, what if they had gone for coffee, it was the coffee shop we always went to, and in the end I just drove around.  I kept checking my phone, but there was nothing.  I wanted to call Adam, but I didn’t want to call him while he was still with Cory.

When I got back to the dorm I looked for Adam’s car, but didn’t see it.  That was a bad thing in one way, but good in another.  If Adam was gone, his brother probably was too.

I was still really freaked out, and I needed Adam now, needed to be told everything was okay, and I knew that he’d have to come back to our room soon.  There were a few people in the hallway, but I basically knew everyone I saw.  I slipped into our room.

As soon as I got inside I froze.  Cory was standing in front of our closet pulling my clothes out and tossing them onto a pile on the floor.

He barely glanced at me and his voice was matter-of-fact.  “This is your shit.  I want it outta here.”

I choked back the fear and said, “Where’s Adam?”

He looked at me for a moment and then said, “You either take this crap or I’m burning it.  Either way, it’s gone.”

“Where’s Adam?”

He sighed and then like he was explaining it to an idiot, said, “Adam has made some decisions about how he wants his life to be.  So you can either take your shit or lose it.”  He took a step towards me and pointed his finger at my chest.  “This is a single room.  You come back here and I’m calling the administration and reporting you.”

When I didn’t move he stepped right in front of me and yelled in my face, “GO, NOW!”

For my entire life the only thing that I’ve been really good at is running away, and that’s what I did.  I ran out to my car and sat there wondering what the fuck I was supposed to do.  I tried to call Adam, but it rang and rang with no answer.  The only thing that I could think to do was to go home early.  Max and Caroline were basically living together in my old room and while I could have insisted that they make some other arrangement, I just didn’t have the heart to do it.  My exams were finished, and I was going to be going on Friday anyway, so a couple of days early couldn’t matter.  The only thing was the plane wasn’t coming until Friday.  I guess I could have called home, but I was embarrassed.  I wasn’t really sure why I should be embarrassed, but I was, so the only thing that seemed reasonable was to fly home commercially.

The thought of flying home in the normal way didn’t bother me, in fact I would have preferred it.  The thing that made me crazy was the thought of someone sending a plane for me.  The issue was my dad had this thing about security, and I guess that I could understand it because he had been kidnapped when he was in college, so I never really pressed the idea about me flying the regular way.

I sat in the parking lot at the airport for a moment before going in and called Adam again, but still there was no answer.  It never occurred to me to believe what Cory had said about Adam.  I knew that had to be wrong.

Finally, I knew that I had to buy a ticket, I went inside and went up to the counter.  When I told the lady where I needed to go she just stared at me, then she shook her head and said, “Sir, you’ll never make it.  We’ve been fully booked for two weeks and this snow has only made it worse.  And, in addition to that, I must have twenty people on standby for each of the final two flights out of here.”  She took a deep breath and then said, “Wait a minute.”

She typed rapidly into the computer for a moment and then looked up at me.  “If you can get to Milwaukee by five o’clock, I can get you on a flight from there.”  I nodded yes and handed her my credit card.

I didn’t know anything about Milwaukee except that my granddads had lived there, but before I came here I had been studying maps and looking at pictures, and I knew that it was basically due east of Madison and that it was all freeway driving.  The snow was getting bad, but I live in the mountains west of Denver where the snow is always bad.  I figured I could do it, besides; there was no way that I could go back to that room.

When I got back to my car, I cleaned the snow off of it really well because once I got on the freeway there would be little chance to do that.  Before I started driving I hit the redial for Adam’s phone, but again, no answer.  I shoved the phone against my crotch so that if it rang I could get to it quickly.

It took me twenty minutes of nasty driving through people trying to get to and from the shopping malls to make it to the freeway.  The snow had gotten even worse, but the freeway seemed clear and traffic seemed to be clipping right along.  As I settled into the driving I hit the redial on Adam’s number again, but again, nothing.

I decided that when I got back here after Christmas we were gonna get an apartment.  I knew I could talk Adam into it, especially after this.  If I had to I could even have that lawyer set it up so that it wouldn’t seem like it was so expensive.  Adam wouldn’t have to know everything.

Thirty minutes later I knew that this was a terrible mistake, and I also knew that there was no way out of it.  The snow now was coming hard out of the northwest and slamming against the left side of my car as I drove.  The roads had gone from being a mostly clear four lane road to being a single lane in each direction, and my speed had dropped from sixty-five to twenty.  My windshield wipers were going like crazy and were becoming less and less effective.  The road ahead looked like a white tunnel through the heavy falling snow.  The taillights of the car in front of me that I’d been following seemed to be getting farther away.  It didn’t even seem like my tires were on concrete anymore, they seemed to be moving in two tracks through the deepening snow.  My hands were frozen to the steering wheel in fear, and my stomach felt like a block of cold concrete.

I’m sure there must have been some signs of life, but I was too afraid to look for them.  I felt like my neck was frozen in this one position.  From time to time I’d pass something that would be a faint glow well off of the freeway, but I knew that if I looked I’d lose control of the car so I just plowed on, mile by terrifying mile.  I just kept thinking that if I ran off the road here I’d end up down in a ditch and probably be covered in snow and they wouldn’t find me for days.

I had moved my phone from my crotch to my right hand and every few minutes I hit the redial, but nothing ever happened and no one answered and then finally my phone even stopped making those little beeping sounds and I knew it was dead.  I had a battery recharging cable in the glove box, but I was too afraid of letting go of the steering wheel to hook it up, so my dead phone stayed frozen in my right hand.

I looked down for a terrifying split second at the clock on my dash board, it was a little after four o’clock and I had no idea where I was.  Then, slowly, there seemed to be more lights, more hazy glows well off to the right.  They had to be shopping centers or gas stations or something and there seemed to be more and more exit ramps, but none of them said anything about Milwaukee or ‘Airport’ so I just kept going.

Then I came into a more heavily urban area that was well lit and while the driving was still horrible, at least I could see better.  In that light I could see that the freeway was mostly a single line of well spaced cars inching along a heavily snow packed road, then I saw an overhead sign that showed the freeway was splitting four miles ahead and one way was marked ‘Airport.’

It took me another hour and a half to get to the airport and while I figured that I had missed my flight, there had to be others.  But as I was driving in, a flashing over head light was saying, “Airport Closed.”  My heart crashed.  I didn’t know where to go.  Do people stay at the airport?  Are there hotels around here?  Without my phone I was lost.

Then I remembered Nick.  He was staying at my granddads’ house.  At least he had been staying there a few weeks ago.  When the plane came on Friday it was supposed to pick me up first and then go on to Milwaukee to pick Nick up, but it was entirely possible that that had all changed.  I had no idea if he was still there, and only had the vaguest idea of how to get there.  I did remember my dad telling me that it was incredibly easy to get to their house from the airport because there was only one way out of the airport and that street, after a few miles passed within two blocks of their house.  The turn off was Willowood Drive.  At least I thought that’s what he said.

I followed the road through the airport and found myself on a residential street.  It didn’t look like much, and I really couldn’t imagine it turning into anything, but I plowed on into the heavily falling snow.

Maybe this was only supposed to be a few miles, but at five miles an hour it felt like forever.  I must have crossed five major intersections and none of the traffic lights seemed to be working.  The traffic was crawling through the snow and everyone was slipping and sliding.  I actually saw two accidents and every road seemed to have a least one car on it that looked like the driver had just walked away from it.

Then the traffic thinned out and there seemed to be fewer buildings and more trees.  I almost skidded past Willowood Drive, and as it was I still had to back up to make the turn.  Everything was silent now, no traffic noises, just the snow coming down hard, hitting my car at an angle, blown by the wind.  I was leaving the main road now, and going I wasn’t sure where.