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by Barefoot Guy

Part 1

“Oh crap! Mom is so gunna kill me!” Sam awoke from his unplanned nap and quickly got moving.

He was out riding the bike his father gave him for his fifteenth birthday. He had become quite an avid rider since then. He had all the gear now too, thanks to his mom. At least having divorced parents had some benefit he thought. He had the cool biking shorts with the appropriately placed padding, but he hated the really tight way they fit and he wore running shorts over them to “cover-up”. He had a light-blue biking jersey, gloves without fingers that protected his hands from cramping on the handlebars and provided an extra-secure grip, and a pair of biking shoes, which were tan and dark blue with black nylon laces. Sam never wore socks, he hated them.

Today was Friday and he had been riding since the early summer morning, his dad called last night. He’d been sent out of town on a last minute, very important business meeting and wouldn’t be able to pick Sam up for their time together this weekend. Sam had noticed in the past two years this seemed to “just happen” more and more often.

Being a kid of divorced parents from the young age of seven; he was a loner and had few friends in school. Being of slight build, with long blonde silky hair and deep blue eyes with fair skin and not the most graceful athlete body didn’t help him keep the bullies at bay either.

He had been so worn out from all his riding earlier. From home to the park. Up and down the canal path- 11 miles total; the bike route around the park- four times; that late in the afternoon he had sat down on a picnic bench to drink some water, eat a power bar and relax and he must have lain down and fallen asleep. But now it was getting dark out and the park was ten miles from home. He was scurrying on his bike to head home before dinner, if he was lucky he might just make it and not get grounded by his mom.

Just as Sam hit the entrance to the park someone called out, “ Hey, Sammy!” He hated being called Sammy, only two people still did that one was his mom, and this wasn’t her voice. “Yo, Sammy, stop a minute will ya?”

Sam had turned and saw it was in fact who it thought it was. Jonah, his father’s girlfriend’s son. Sam stopped his bike. “What are you doing here, Jonah?” He asked with some disdain in his voice.

“Your mom said you were riding your bike in the park. So I knew I’d find you here. Dad wanted me to ask you…”

“He’s not your dad, he’s mine.” Sam replied sharply.

“Whatever. Anyway he wanted me to see if you wanted to spend the weekend with us even though he’s not home. I called your mom and she said it would be okay with her.”

“Why do you want me around? Why did you call my mom? You're not my family.”

“I just thought I’d do something nice, you dink. Don’t believe me, call your mom and see for yourself. You have a cell phone don’t ya?” Jonah winked at Sam.

Sam without answering pulled his phone from one of the back pockets on his biking jersey and called his mom confirming the story. Actually his mom seemed anxious to have Sam away from the house this weekend, Sam thought.

“That was weird… but I guess...it's okay.”

“Cool, let’s go.” Jonah took Sam’s bike from him and the two boys walked to Jonah’s house. It was about a 15-minute walk. The two boys didn’t talk about much, Sam really didn’t like Jonah very much. Not that he wasn’t friendlyish to Sam, Sam just didn’t like the way his father was now spending more time with this new family instead of him.

Just as the two boys were walking up the driveway to Jonah’s house he said, “You know Sammy, I think my mom and your dad are going to get married. I think he’s gunna pop the question soon.”

“Shut up! He’s not.” Sam didn’t want to believe it, but deep down he knew it was true even if he didn’t want to admit it to himself. “And don’t, for the thousandth time, call me Sammy! My name is Sam!”

Ignoring the rebuke, Jonah continued, “So that will kinda make you my little brother. Don’t have one of those you know.”
“Duh, of course I know that,” Sam thought

Jonah had put Sam’s bike away in the garage and the two boys entered the house, Sam ahead of Jonah.

“You see Sam, I like the idea of a little brother, and I think this weekend will be a good chance to begin teaching you to be my little bro.” With that said the two-year-older and much stronger Jonah grabbed Sam by the arms, pulled them roughly behind the smaller younger boy and quickly snapped a pair of handcuffs around his twisting, thin wrists.

Sam screamed, “What the heck are you doing! Stop it! Don’t!!!”
Sam struggled with all his might but once the metal snapped shut it was all over. Still holding Sam in one hand by the chain between the cuffs Jonah kicked Sam’s knees out from under him and the boy landed on his kneed with a thud and a cry of pain. Next Jonah pulled Sam close and quickly tied a bandana over the boy’s eyes and knotted it quickly behind his blonde head.

Jonah leaned down, again holding the struggling and protesting Sam and whispered into his ear.

“Looks like you're gunna be a challenge, aren't you, Sammy.”
He then pushed the blind boy flat on floor, sat on his arms and back and grabbed his legs, folded them up and tied his ankles with a piece of rope previously placed near the door. Completing the act by securing the boy’s tied ankles to his imprisoned hands, finishing a hasty hogtie.
“Jonah, stop it!” Sam still screamed. “I don’t like this, stop! I’m telling your mom!”

“Go ahead scream for her all you want. She’s gone with your dad, or should I say our dad on his trip. We have the whole house to ourselves, for the whole weekend. Just you and me, Sammy.”

Jonah got off the boy and stood over him. “Sammy, scream all you want and struggle all you want. I’ll be back when you're in a more agreeable mood. Then we’ll have something to eat and then talk about the future.”

End of Part 1

© 2007 by Barefoot Guy

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