Date: Fri, 22 Apr 2022 01:00:00 -0700 From: John Henry Subject: Growing Up Charlie Chapter 65 (Gay/Incest) DONATION: Nifty is a not-for-profit organization that heavily relies on our donations to keep the site free and accessible. Your donations pay for web hosting fees and other day-to-day activities for the wonderful staff of editors/publishers. You can donate on the website at http://donate.nifty.org/ Every little bit counts. DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction, and contains explicit, sexual content involving adults over the age of 21 and minors under the age of 16, and scenes of incest involving step-parents/step-children. If viewing this material is illegal where you live, OR you're a minor under the age of 18, please stop reading this. If you're not sure about this legatilty, please stop reading until you have looked into your own, local laws. Any likeness or similarity between persons, places, products or concepts are purely coincidental. If you would like to leave any positive feedback, please let me know. Thank you. Chapter 65 Ry woke up around nine. He was tired and depressed after the conversation he had with Charlie the night before, and all he wanted was to stay in bed all day; however, knowing his father was probably going to do that, Ry decided someone had to be the adult and make breakfast. He got dressed and walked into the hall. Ry paused at Charlie's door and thought about knocking. Instead, he went to the kitchen, hoping the smell of bacon would bring his baby brother around. Once he got to the kitchen, Ry saw a note from his dad saying that Rick went into work, since he needed to take his mind off of Brenda and didn't want to be a burden to Charlie while processing what happened. Ry cooked the last batch of scrambled eggs and was a little shocked to not see Charlie at the table. "He must be really pissed at me," Ry mumbled. He was divided on how to approach the situation. He was a very "in your face" kind of person, but Charlie was a special case--special person--and he knew that he couldn't just walk into his brother's room and demand a conversation. The best way to approach Charlie was to be soft, kind and gentle. "Which is how that piece of shit got you," Ry mumbled once again, recalling Justin's fake affection for the young boy. Unable to wait any longer, Ry made his way up the stairs and knocked on Charlie's door but got no answer. "Charlie," Ry called out, "can I come in?" Again, no response. Ry knocked and waited, but still nothing. Ry turned the door knob and pushed the door open; Charlie wasn't there. Ry looked around the room and saw that the boy's bed wasn't made--not too unusual--but he didn't see his brother's jacket or shoes. Ry felt the bed and it was as cold as it was empty. Perplexed, Ry pulled out his phone and thought to send their dad a text...but decided not to. The last thing Rick needed was to worry about Charlie not being home. Ry got an idea and went to the garage. Maybe he took Little Joey for a walk, Ry thought. The idea of Charlie being out on his own while Justin was still on the loose didn't help his anxiety, but it would at least explain his brother's absence. Little Joey barked and howled as Ry opened the door just off the kitchen. Now, Ry was beginning to worry. He looked in the pup's pen and saw that Charlie hadn't been out to clean up after the dog. Ry looked about the garage and noticed that Charlie's bike was gone. He sighed heavily, annoyed at himself for thinking the worst. "Charlie," Ry said, after his brother's phone went straight to voicemail, "where are you? You didn't leave a note or anything. Please call me as soon as you get this. I love you, bye." A few seconds later, Ry sent a text just in case Charlie was screening his calls. True, the text wouldn't get through any faster, but it was better than relying on Charlie to check his voicemail. By eleven, Ry was getting pissed. By noon, Ry had become worried. He sent Billy a text asking if Charlie was with him. Several excruciating minutes later, Billy replied that he hadn't seen Charlie since he left for Will's with Trevor. Ry explained that Charlie wasn't in his room when he woke up, but Billy dismissed it saying that their baby brother was probably with their dad, trying to bond and fix things. Ry highly doubted it, given that Charlie still refused to speak to their dad, and was barely staying in the same room; however, it was like their dad to try to patch things up. Rick's favorite thing was to take the boys to a park and have a quiet moment until they cracked. A small smile fell upon his lips as he remembered the very first time he and Rick had done that. It was the day that Rick discovered the bruises Ry's biological father left all over him. Rick was patient, caring and loving. The way a real father should have acted, unlike the monster who produced him. It was at that moment Ry wished Rick was his dad. It only took six or so months, a coma, two hospitalizations, a paralyzation and two deaths for his wish to come true. At one in the afternoon, Ry had sent Will a text. He still didn't want to bother his dad, but he wanted to tell an adult; however, Will didn't reply. Ry wondered if his "other father" was talking to Charlie. It would explain why neither replied, especially Charlie. It only gave him minimal comfort, though. He didn't want to take it for granted and wanted to hear from Charlie himself. Ry couldn't wait around the house any longer, so he called for a cab to take him to the trailer park to talk to Joey and David. It was about just after 1:30pm when the cab pulled into the park. Ry got out of the vehicle and surveyed the area. He had never been there before, so he wasn't sure where to start. He knew Joey's address from the boy lived with them, and he knew that David lived somewhere nearby. At the very least, Ry could go to Joey's then David's, but something was telling him to check with David first. He looked at the dilapidated houses. Most were in decent condition, while some looked like they were ready to fall apart any second. Children ran around, screaming and hip hop was heard blasting from a nearby trailer. Ry didn't care for hip hop all that much, preferring alternative and classic rock. He started to wonder if he should knock on a door and ask for directions, when he saw a double-wide trailer with a large cross in the front window. Deciding to accept it as a sign (and chuckling to himself at the joke), Ry walked up to the door and knocked. A kind looking woman answered and asked, "Can I help you?" "Yeah, is this the Williams' residence?" He asked in return. "Yes it is." "Hi. I'm Ry Barton, Charlie's brother. I was wondering if he's been around at all today?" Mrs. Williams thought for a second and said she hadn't seen him but would get David. Ry waited outside in the cold. If Charlie wasn't here, then he might be a Joey's, he thought to himself. A few seconds later, David came to the door. "Have you seen Charlie?" Ry asked. "Not since school yesterday," David replied. "Is he with Joey?" "I was going there next, actually," Ry said, looking around. "I can take you there. I just need to let my mom know first." David went back into the house and came out wearing a heavy jacket. "How's school going?" Ry asked, as David led the way. "Good. Lonely, but good." "Lonely?" Ry asked, confused. "Why are you lonely?" David shrugged and said, "Joey and Charlie don't really talk to me anymore; not like they used to, anyway." "What? That doesn't sound right." "Yeah, well, they're always going into the boys bathroom to have sex." "What?!" Ry was stunned. He obviously knew that Joey and Charlie were sexually active and with each other, but he thought they were keeping it a secret. "They don't know that I know," David clarified. "I followed a couple weeks ago, and they were in the same stall. Joey was on his knees in front of Charlie, and Charlie had his pants and underwear pulled down. I left once I figured it out." "I'm sorry you had to find out that way," Ry said, sincerely, "but they shouldn't be ignoring you. That's bullshit." "Thanks," David said. "I don't know why they wouldn't tell me, though." "Maybe they think you'd hate them for it." "I'm not my dad, though, and I thought they knew that. I like your brother, Billy, and he's like super gay." Ry laughed and made a mental note to tell Billy. Joey's trailer was further than he thought and in the opposite direction, so Ry was glad for the escort. David walked up the steps and knocked. "JOEY! DOOR!" Mr. Bell was heard yelling from inside. "COMING!" Joey's voice shouted back. "IF IT'S ONE OF THE FUCKING BIBLE THUMPERS, TELL THE TO FUCK OFF!" "OKAY," Joey yelled back, with a good amount of uncertainty. "Hey!" He said, opening the door, as he saw David and Ry. "What are you guys doing here? Is Charlie with you?" "That's why we're here," Ry said. "WHO'S AT THE FUCKING DOOR?" "IT'S JUST RY AND DAVID, DAD!" "WHO?!?!" Joey gave a heavy sigh and shouted, "MY FRIEND DAVID AND CHARLIE'S BROTHER!" "WHAT DO THEY WANT?!" "THEY WANT TO KNOW WHERE CHARLIE IS." "IS HE HERE?" Joey rolled his eyes and looked like he was ready to slap his dad. "NO HE'S NOT!" To others, he said, "Sorry. Charlie's not here anymore." "So, you've seen him?" Ry asked, a little hope coming through the dark cloud of anxiety that hung over him. "When was he here?" "I don't know. It was still dark out." "What? He--he came here before sunrise?" Joey looked like he was in trouble. "I guess." Joey told Ry about Charlie showing up, leaving out having sex with him, and added, "When I woke up, he was gone." "When was that?" Ry was beginning to sound desperate. "About seven. My dad needs to take his pills at that time." "Fuck," Ry muttered. "So, I talked to Charlie around two in the morning. He left some time after that, came here, and left your house before seven. I woke up at nine and Charlie still hadn't come home." Joey and David shared concerned looks that matched Ry's, as the worst came to mind. Ry's phone vibrated indicating a call. Ry pulled it from his pocket and said, "Charlie? Oh, sorry, Will. No, I've been looking for Charlie and wondered if he was with you." Ry's face fell further. Ry explained what information he had, while leaving out the nature of his conversation with Charlie from the night before. "Yeah, I'm at Joey's right now. Okay. See you soon." Ry hung up and asked Joey, "Can you take me to Justin's?" Joey looked scared but nodded his agreement. The three of them walked down the small lane till they reached the police line surrounding the single-wide. Ry gave a cursory glance around the property aware that several elderly neighbors were watching from their windows. "Joey!" David called out, as Joey ducked under the yellow police tape. "You're not supposed to be on that side." Joey said, "I'm just seeing if Charlie is inside. Relax." He shook his head and ascended the wooden steps. Joey tested the door knob and found it locked. He looked in the windows but couldn't see much. It looked like everything that should've been there still was. Joey tried a nearby window, but it too was locked. He jumped from the porch and walked along the side of the trailer, hoping to see movement in the windows, though he wasn't tall enough to see in them. Ry jumped as he heard Joey shout. Time slowed as he saw Joey running towards him, tears starting to fall. In Joey's right hand, he held a thin, black object, and Ry instantly recognized it as Charlie's cellphone. He tried to will himself to move faster, but, like a bad dream, he didn't seem to have cognitive control over his own body; instead, he was on autopilot. Ry reached into his pocket, withdrew his own phone, and with shaking hands, Ry called his father. "Daddy," Ry said, trying to hold back his emotions, "It's Charlie. I think he's been kidnapped." ***Chapter 66***