I was with my mom when I noticed it had gotten late and my brother still wasn't home yet. My mom didn't seem to notice or care. I went into the kitchen and there was a message on the answering machine. I forgot what it said but there was a phone call right after that. It was a man who sounded stoned, laughing stupidly asking obscene questions about my brother. Mentioning something about him doing porn. I was enraged. My mom came in the room and gave me a glace that showed she wanted to know whom it was. I asked her repeatedly where for where my brother was but she wouldn't tell me. I told her a friend of his had called. And I proceeded out the door.
I went to a friend of my brother’s house. As I went outside I could hear a mans laughter out of a booming song playing; it was "Blind" (korn). It was coming from where my Assistant Principal's old apartment was. I knew Yoshi was there, but I needed back up. I ran to one of my brother's friend's house and their dad opened the door. I asked him if he had seen my brother but he didn't answer. He had gotten Nick and Ben and I asked them the same question. They didn't know, or care for that matter. They were extremely unhelpful. And even mad I had come over there. I kept saying, "this is your friend, he could be kidnapped and you don’t care?" more passive glances. I ran out of their house. There I met up with Maya and noticed the sound of helicopters overhead. I asked her what happened. She said that the police where coming and that a boy had been kidnapped and taken into that apt. (She pointed to the one that had the music blaring out of it.) She said that the boy had been drugged- at this time I butted in and told her that boy was my brother. She had a sad look on her face. She went on and said softly that the man in the house (she stopped and made a hand movement for jerking off.) I asked "to my brother?" she nodded. I was inflamed at this time. I found I had my stuffed animal do in my hands [my protection] and I raced to that apartment I heard the music from. Both of the doors to the apartment next to it and it's own were open. I threw my dog in between the two, noticing I my never see it again. But at this time I didn't care. The pigeon lady was looking into the one I had suspected and I asked her if she was inside she nodded and I busted through the door. I screamed like a madman "WHERE THE FUCK IS HE!!" over and over. I saw a woman in the house and two small boys. They were Hispanic. I screamed at them as to where he was. They gave me looks of no understanding. She tried to calm me down. But I raged through the rooms banging on doors. There were too many. I couldn't find him that way. I went back into their kitchen she had made food and was serving it. I took some so she wouldn’t kick me out but I realized I might be poisoned and spit it out. I heard something that struck me with immense fear. It was a banging on the wall. I piece of furniture being hit against the wall repeatedly. I knew what was happening immediately. I ran through the rooms following the sound and busted through the door to be faced with the horror I had expected. I think there were other people in the room but I’m not sure. All I saw was my brother’s expressionless face almost as if he was dead. I ripped the man off of him with ease and hauled him out of the room. I was screaming and crying asking him if he was all right. The woman made a half ass attempt to stop us from leaving. I was angered and the thought popped in my head. I'm not sure if i spoke it allowed. That men had two boys of his own why didn't he do this to them not my brother. I noticed we were outside now and at some kind of a school. He pulled something out of his pocket. It was a bag full of bud and a pipe wrapped in leaves with a large crystal jutting out of it. I asked him if he was hurt almost didn't acknowledge the bag. He seemed mad at this. I kept telling him, "You were just raped! Are you ok? Answer me!" He didn't seem to care, like nothing had happened. I was helpless. He didn't care. Then he finally said." it doesn't matter I've been miserable for years." as if that have given him some sort of happiness. I felt like crying again. This was too much. We came back home. And I gave mom the baggy. She was angered at him. I told her what had been done to him, she didn't even seem to notice i said anything. She was yelling at him for smoking. The dream fades.
