Well here is the next Chapter

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Sandy snapped his cell phone shut; Trey had brushed him off quickly. But that could easily be explained, Sandy thought reasonably. Trey was worried about his brother.

Just as he stopped at a red light his cell phone rang. He quickly picked up and pushed the power button, hoping that it would be someone with new of Ryan.

"Hello?" he asked anxiously.

"Hey dad," Seth spoke with a loud yawn. Seth was tired but how could he possible think of sleeping when his brother had been kidnapped?

Of course everyone assured him that Ryan had just went on a walk to blow off some steam. Well that was a load of . . . well it was a lie, that's all he knew. He hadn't slept since he had discovered Ryan was missing. What kind of brother would he be if he had?

"Seth, you should be sleeping!" Sandy tried to speak fiercely to his son. He knew Seth was worried sick, and he knew if something were to happen to Ryan, it would just kill him.

"How can I sleep? Ryan's been kidnapped!" Seth hitched into the phone with incredible stamina.

Sandy rolled his eyes; he didn't want to even think about if Ryan had been abducted. He would gladly pay everything he had ever made in his entire life to get any one of his family members out of harms way.

"Where are you anyway?" Seth asked curiously. "Mom's already gonna kill you for not coming home last night . . . or would that be early this morning?"

Sandy smiled, that was Seth's logic. He had obviously gotten that from his mothers' side. "Well she's gonna have to wait, I'm on my way to Trey's apartment, he's been looking for Ryan too, but no one had seen him!"

"Well, when you get any info . . . call me! Or I'll call you! Is ten minutes okay?" Seth asked innocently.

Sandy chuckled, that was his son. "How about a half hour, I'm still 20 minutes away from Trey's apartment." Sandy waited patiently for his son's reply.

"I guess I can wait that long," Seth chimed into the phone.

Father and son both said they're good-byes and hung up the phone. And Sandy's attention turned back onto the road.

Trey snapped his bedroom door open. He had only twenty minutes to get Ryan into a suitable hiding place.

Ryan was unconscious, although he looked as if he was only in deep sleep. Trey pushed his appearance aside, once Sandy left he would clean his brother up.

Trey rummaged around his drawer, relief flooding through him once he found the key to the handcuffs. He leaned over his younger brother, and unlatched the handcuff that held his wrist prisoner.

Trey wondered if he had given Ryan too much heroin. Was he supposed to be sweating like that? Was his face supposed to be that shade of gray? He couldn't ponder on that situation right now; he had to hide Ryan. But where?

Finally a thought had come to mind, The trunk of my car! But that would cause suspicion; and he was running out of time. Then he remembered, the floorboards in his closet were loose, and there was a crawlspace just big enough to fit Ryan into.

Another problem had just arisen what if Ryan awoke during Sandy's search? He'd have to make sure that if Ryan did awake that he wouldn't be heard.

He made sure that Ryan's gag was securely, then he dragged him over the closet, where he laid his brother down next to the doors.

Prying the floorboards up wasn't easy, but finally they had popped up. The space was big enough for Ryan to completely stretch out. Ryan was dropped carefully into the space, and then his hands were handcuffed together behind his back

Trey glanced at his watch and decided that Ryan could take another dosage of heroin. The sound of the syringe tearing through Ryan's arm was sickening, but the job had to be done.

He placed the boards back over the hole, and quickly scurried to the living room. Ryan's blood was in the carper and he had to cover it. Once he found an extra rug, he covered the spatters of blood.

He'd have to change the bed sheets in his room; Ryan had bled all over them last night. Once the job was done, he sulked back into the bathroom and took a look in the mirror again. He decided he was presentable. And he quickly found his stash of cocaine, so before he hid it, he took a long sniff. That would hold him over until later that night.

The doorbell rang just in time; everything was perfectly hidden, including his baby brother.

TBC