Chapter 14.
Robbie snapped up out of yet another dream. His breathing was coming out harsh, though, not so much from being startled out of a nightmare. The teen was having another dream about his missing room mate and the longer Rocky was gone the more vivid they became.
That first week after he had talked to Mrs. Douglas was when it started. She told him, through tears, how wonderful her son was and how he would never do such a thing as kidnap a child. Mrs. Douglas was just horrified by the fact that the police would accuse her now missing son. Her next plan of action was to go down to the police station and get it all straightened out, that or be arrested for hurting a few cops.
Jessica may cry, but the woman was no push over when it came to messing with her kids. Especially the one that seemed to be her favorite. She told Robbie not to worry, though she smacked the boy for not telling her and the family sooner. Sam was told next and he nearly throttled the police Chief. That man had no right to keep such a thing from him, about his own son none the less. Something had to be done. An A.P.B was put out for the teen, and everywhere you went were flyers with Rocky's face on them.
An old year book picture smiled out at the city as they either ignored it or stared because they thought the missing boy was cute. But whatever the reason, the phone at the Douglas house did not ring, not once. It was as if Rocky had completely vanished off the face of the earth. Taking with him the happiness of his entire family and everyone he knew.
Mostly Robbie. He had no idea how much the ninja effected him until the dreams started. At first he had one of finding Rocky in some abandoned mine shaft, bloody and dirty with a broken leg like you see in all those dramatic movies. Robbie rescued him and Rocky, in gratitude, kissed him. It was brief but, from that one dream sparked others. Normal dreams, where Rocky would just walk through the door and say he had gone off to think, then the two of them would talk and he would tell him how he felt, and Rocky would feel the same.
But with each passing night, and each dream, they became more and more graphic.
One where he would save Rocky from a crazy axe murderer, and the two of them would run off and well... have sex under a tree because of the rush that a lunatic was chasing them and they got away. But some dreams, ones like tonight, were nothing but pure want. He could remember it like it were still going on... Normally, Robbie liked women, but men only, sometimes. But this boy... This Rocky, had changed him. For what he felt was the better and with a dream like tonight's...
Rocky full of lust and need rests those green blue eyes on him (because he was still so frightened of them when they looked solid green), he would cross the small room to his bed, climb on top of him and kiss him... deeply, meaningful... And he, Robbie, would respond doing the same. Their arms securely around each other as they rolled left to right for dominance but in the end, Robbie would lose because he wanted it, he wanted to be controlled by the ninja in every way. Robbie wanted to feel what years of training did to a body, how much he could take of the other boy and his ability to split his legs completely in both directions, (not a common thing in most men) but most of all he wanted to internally measure the size of the boy since the day he had stuffed him back into his pants.
Both of them, moaning in time with each other... Grinding to completion. It was Heaven. Adding to the pleasure was Robbie's slight fear of the boys strange, mysterious personality. As though behind those eyes was a madman waiting to get out. A dominant leader, who didn't take no for an answer, as opposed to the laid back, sweet heart he knew over the month. And to think, he might have gotten to tell Rocky about his feelings for him, if it weren't for that hair.
That hair... Robbie growled mentally. If only I had gone with him to get it examined, I could have told the cops what happened- or at least tell them that Rocky did nothing wrong that night... Maybe even that it was mine. Shaking his head, he smacked his palm to his forehead. Yeah that would make sense, plus, Rocky would hate me for it. He said his self he isn't gay... But I can't help but wonder why he would kiss me back?
Sliding out of bed, Robbie groaned in agony at the tent in his pants. Wonderful. This was hopefully something a quick urination could take care of. Grabbing his cell phone, he checked his messages to see if anyone had called about Rocky. He had put his phone number on the flyer as well. Just in case the Douglas line or one of the police lines was busy. There were two... One from... What looked like the Douglas's number (they must have called while he was asleep, he would have to get back to them) and the other...
Robbie walked to the bathroom looking at the odd phone number on his phone. It looked like... a payphone, maybe... Who would call? His eyes went wide. Rocky!
Turning on the bathroom light, he pressed the buttons on his phone, trying to redial the number. "Come on, come on..." He bit his lip, listening to the ringing. "Come on, come ooon!"
"We're sorry, the number you have dialed has been disconnected... please hang up and dial again."
What! Robbie glared at his phone. How could a number that just called him be disconnected! Shakily, his fingers bumped this button and that, to get the number to come back up. Maybe if he could dial it directly instead of, redial... "Shit! Shit!" Accidentally his fingers pressed the delete button. Those damned small cell phones! Now he would never know if that were Rocky or not... Maybe I can remember the number on my own... forgetting about the bathroom, Robbie stalked to his bed, sliding a notebook from his back pack that laid under the bed.
"7-4-7...?" He tried to recall. "Shit! I can't do this alone..." Remembering that the Douglas's had called, Robbie dialed that number instead. If there was anyone that could help him, it was Sam. Mr. Douglas is a cop, which meant he was used to be called away and probably heard a lot of zip codes in his day.
"Robert? Have you heard anything yet, has anyone called?" Jessica asked, near tears already.
"I think so, but the number was deleted... And when I tried to call it, the operator said it was disconnected. I'm coming over right now, though, I thought maybe your husband knew some zip codes that started with a seven." His voice was just as panicky listening to Jessica. She could do that a person.
"Alright, yes, please hurry." The woman replied. Hanging up.
Robbie grabbed some clothes from the closet, quickly jumping into them.
Jessica hugged the boy when he walked into the door. She was glad that he had called with the news. Robbie explained what happened, the sound of shame in his voice at deleting the number. But Jessica was just glad to be informed.
Robbie sat on the couch, next to a tanned boy that must be Rocky's second brother Jeffrey- or Colt as they called him. He seemed like a nice enough boy, Rocky said Colt was nothing but a trouble maker and didn't care about anyone but his self most of the time. But the fact that he was still up at this hour, waiting by a phone with his mom and dad meant that he actually cared a lot.
"I'll check the zip codes starting with those numbers, son." Sam was saying, a phone pressed to his ear.
"Thank you..." Replied the boy, he didn't know what else to say.
"Robbie would you like some coffee? Juice?" Offered the dear woman. The bags under her eyes showing off that she herself had had a lot of coffee to keep her awake.
"Yes, thank you." Robbie stood to go into the kitchen and Colt followed.
"Help yourself," Jessica pointed to the coffee maker. She returned to the living room to stay by the phone.
Colt eyes Robbie carefully as the strange boy got his drink. "You're Rock' room mate right?"
"Yeah."
"So answer me this, you knew my brother was having bad headaches... but you let him drive anyway." His eyes narrowed. "How stupid can you be." He shook his dirty blond haired head in detest.
Oookay, I take back the thoughts of kindness toward him. Thought the dark haired male. "I didn't know he was going to have a headache that night. He had taken an asprin before going to bed... Besides, he was perfectly fine when he walked out of the door... So back off."
"I don't have to, because of you my brother is out there some where in a fucking ditch." Colt sucked in a breath. "Or worse... How can you look in the mirror and call yourself a friend of his?"
Because I love him. "Because, I care about him... More than you know." Was all he said, he would never admit his feelings to the family, not only would they get the wrong idea about him, but if Rocky isn't gay they'd definitely get the wrong idea about their son. And he didn't want the boy to return home to that.
"Tch. Whatever." Colt waved him off, going back into the living room.
Ass hole. But he couldn't blame him. Robbie would be acting the same way if this were someone in his family.
"The zip code is in the Canadian area."
"Canada?" Colt scrunched his nose. "How the hell would Rocky get to Canada?"
"Jeffrey, language." Jessica scolded.
"I don't know, Robert?" Sam waited for the boy to appear from the kitchen, a questioned look on his face.
"Sir?"
"Do you know anyone who lives in Canada?"
Robbie turned his eyes a moment as if mentally checking. "Yeah, my Aunt Marissa but... I don't think she would call me- unless my parents were there."
Sam thought that over a moment. Picking up the house phone, he gave it to Robbie. "Here, call your aunt for a minute."
Robbie took the phone but he didn't dial right away. "I can't do that, my Aunt doesn't have any phones."
"What do you mean?" Jessica was beginning to wonder a few things herself.
"Well," he swallowed hard, he hated being in the spot light. It was as if everyone could look into him and they would laugh. Especially now that he actually had something to be laughed at about. Going from Bi to complete homosexual was a huge step for him, that and he's never had sex with a man so thinking about it... well, he didn't have to say it. "my Aunt doesn't have a phone because she can't talk. She was born a mute."
"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that." Jessica slipped an arm around the teens shoulder.
"No, she's fine with it... The only time I get calls from her is when my parents are out there. I guess it was them who called me."
A mute... Colt thought. Marissa... Why does that name sound familiar to me?
"Call your parents, then... see what they had to say."
"Okay." Dialing the number, Robbie waited out the rings until he heard his mothers voice. "Hey Mom... Yeah... Yeah, I'm doing fine... No mother I didn't." He rolled his eyes.
Jessica had to smile at that, she could see her own sons doing the same thing when she grilled them about what they were up to.
"Mom... How's Aunt Mar', is she okay?" He listened a moment. "I got a call last night from a payphone in Canada and... I know that, that's why I'm calling you I thought you might be there and tried to contact me."
Sam picked up a notepad and began to write rapidly on it.
Robbie listened to his mother talking a moment, then he sighed. "So you're still in CT?" His mother spoke again. "Okay... Dad too? ...Okay... No, no that was all... I love her too. And you Mom... Mmm hmm... Bye." Hanging up he sighed. "Mother's," he laughed uncomfortably.
"Tell me everything she said to you, alright. I'm gonna file it into the police report." Sam sat down, with Robbie joining him.
"My Mom told me that she and my Dad are still in Connecticut. Aaand... that they have no idea why my Aunt would call me- if she even did."
"What's your parents names?"
Robbie waved his hands in defense. "Hey, you can't blame my parents for this... They don't even know Rocky."
"No, I'm just being thorough." Sam explained.
"Oh... Marlene and David Ballerini, I have a little cousin that stays with them her names Coren Balsam."
"Is she your Aunts child?"
Robbie nods. "Yeah, she gave her to my parents because she couldn't take care of her. She's lived with us for... years now. My aunt Marissa moved here, to L.A. about four years ago, but then she went back to Canada." Shrugs. "I guess she didn't like it here."
Marissa... Marissa Balsam? That name sounds so damned familiar... Didn't Rocky say something about that woman before...? Tah, yeah right... I must be thinking too hard. He shook the spiders from his head.
"Your aunt can't speak, or she can't hear?"
"She can't speak... And I feel so sorry for her, she can only communicate through letter because she couldn't learn sign language." His icy eyes turned to Sam. "She wasn't... I mean, she isn't the brightest woman in the world. And my Grandmother didn't help it, both she and my mom used to catch hell when they were kids, she most of all because she was the youngest and had special needs."
Sam nodded as he listened. Jessica was appalled. Colt on the other hand was confused.
"And when was the last time the two of you spoke?"
"When she moved to L.A. and dropped Coren off with my family in CT." He licked his lips. "After that, Mom said she moved back to Canada."
"Mm hmm, thank you son. I'm gonna go," he stood from the chair. "I'm gonna file this in the report and see if the chief knows anything more."
"Mr. Douglas," Robbie stood as well. "You'll tell me right? If that find out anything... you'll keep me informed?"
Sam cocked a brow. He thought that was a bit too much concern from a friend, but he could understand that the boy must be feeling like it's his fault. "Alright, sure." With that the man grabbed his car keys and went out the door.
Jessica remained silent a bit more, then she looked to her son and Robbie. "Jeffrey, you go on up to bed now, sweetie."
"But Mom, I-.."
"No but's, go on, you still have school tomorrow."
Colt was pissed but he listened to his mother and marched upstairs, muttering under his breath the whole way.
Robbie looked at Jessica with a frown. "You have a very nice family, Mrs. Douglas."
Mrs. Douglas smiled at the boy. "Thank you Robert... Would you like to spend the night? There's plenty room upstairs."
"Oh no, I couldn't... besides, I need to mand the dorm phone at school... Someone might have heard something."
Nodding, Jessica then gave the boy a hug and an encouraging smile. "You're right. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yes. Good bye, ma'am." Walking out of the house, Robbie climbed into his car and headed down the road. The streets were so different right now. It was as if everyone went into hiding, this wasn't like L.A. at all. Could every one be on the look out like the police had told them, Man, Woman, and Child all hiding from this kidnapper?
It was a bad scenario. When Robbie made it back to the dorm, he sighed opening the door. "Rocky...?" His eyes went wide.
There he was! Sitting on the bed, his bed, tied up with a block of wood in his mouth. He looked like hell had run him over thirteen times. Plead in his beautiful, blue, eyes. His body was dirty and he looked frozen. His naked skin shivering everywhere.
Robbie reached out for the boy, walking over to the bed. "Rocky..." He whispered. But just as he got close enough, the vision faded away.
Robbie's eyes watered up. He couldn't lose it... not now... He had been so brave up until now. But he knew now, something bad was happening to Rocky. A vision as clear as that couldn't be wrong... Ha, right... a vision. Haven't had one of those since I was twelve and I lost my bike. A bit of clairvoyance ran in the boys family. No one could explain it, he guessed it was on his Grandfathers side, since his Grandmother detest it so much. But Robbie denied the visions he had, as few as they were, it just wasn't possible for people to see into the future. But one that strong, it had to be real...
My mother never had any... but Aunt Marissa did... She was the best in fact, she used to enterain us for hours playing games, guessing what was for dinner and writing it down. We would sit at the table, me and Coren and laugh when she was right. He laid down on Rocky's bed. I'll bet if anyone could find Rocky, she could... Maybe she already knows what's going on, that's why she called so that I would come up and see her! Not waisting a moments time, Robbie leapt up from the bed, running to the closet to some warm clothes. This time of year would be cold anywhere else in the world. And if he were going to Canada, there was a chance of a blizzard or something. It may not be as bad as oh say, Russia. But it could get pretty intense.
With my Aunt on my side, I will find you.