hardy boys fan fiction

MY BROTHER'S GIFT

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CQB

Chapter 6

hardy boys fan fiction

THE CHAPTERS

INTRO

PREFACE

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

“Joe’s Dark Fears”  

I won’t puke…I won’t puke…I won’t puke…  

That was all I could think of when I woke up in the dark room.  I must have cried myself to sleep right after I pushed the handkerchief up and off of my face.  I was afraid I’d throw up with the gag in my mouth and choke on my own puke, so I rubbed my face against the edge of the cot until the handkerchief slipped off.  

Then I did get sick.  I just started crying after that and I must’a fallen asleep.  

Now my stomach hurt, my head was hot and I felt like I was gonna puke again.  I leaned over the edge of the cot in case I did throw up, but that was a mistake.  I could smell the stinking odor from where I’d already been sick, and it made me even sicker.  

After I’d puked again, I started crying again, too.  I felt like a sissy-baby, but I didn’t care anymore.  It was so cold in the darkness and there were strange noises.  Quite often, there was a rumbling growl that shook the walls of the little room.  

Every time I heard it, I’d shut my eyes tight.  I’d imagined that it was some big, T-Rex or a horrible creature that no one knew about.  It was probably waiting right outside the door.  

As much as I hated the noises and the darkness, my greatest fear was that the man would come back.  I didn’t really know what kind of things he might do, but if Dad had warned us about it, I knew it would be bad.  

I kept remembering the first time Dad talked to us about it.  He had been working on a case.  A little boy was missing and his family asked my dad to find him.  The boy’s name was Jeffrey Mc Clure and he was my age – seven years old, then.  

When Dad and Uncle Sam (he’s not really my uncle; he’s my dad’s partner, Sam Radley), found Jeffrey, he was really hurt bad.  Dad sat down with Frank and me and told us about it.  

He said that a very wicked, very sick man had taken Jeffrey and done horrible things to him.  Dad said the man didn’t care about how he hurt Jeffrey, he only cared about making himself feel good.  

Dad told us that the bad man had touched Jeffrey in a way that no grown up should ever touch a child.  He didn’t explain it any more, but I’ve got a pretty good imagination and that was enough for me.  

As I waited in the darkness, I grew more and more frightened.  I could remember when a man named Conley took me away from my family for almost two days.  He had a helper and the helper man pulled my arm away from my shoulder.  It had really hurt bad.  I wondered if this man would hurt me like that or did he have something even worse in mind.  

I was almost asleep again when I heard someone at the door.  I whimpered and scrunched as far back as I could, hitting the dirty cement wall.  

The door opened and closed again.  

“What in the…what stinks in here?” He asked.  I knew it was the same man ‘cause I recognized his voice.  

I remember thinking, ‘He’s gonna kill me!’  

The room flooded with light from the lamp as soon as he lit it again.  

He looked at me with his hard, cold eyes.  I wished I could make myself invisible.  I hated how he looked at me.  

He glanced at the watery mess I’d made on the floor.  He reached into a big bag he’d brought in with him and pulled out a towel.  He laid the towel on top of the mess, then went back to get more things out of the bag.  

The man came over to the cot with the knife in his hand.  I thought he was going to kill me, but instead, he cut me loose.  

“Stand up,” he ordered and I tried to obey, but my legs were numb from being tied up.  I fell to the floor.  

“Fine,” he growled.  “Just stay there.”  Suddenly I jerked as I felt cold water hit my back and my head.  

Sputtering, I tried to get up.  The man grabbed my arm and started pouring more water on my face and chest.  I coughed and gagged as some of the water ran into my mouth.  

He let go and I stood there dripping wet and shivering.  He reached behind him and grabbed another towel.  He handed it to me.  “Dry off,” he’d ordered.  

“Put these on,” he said, handing me some folded clothes.  I set them on the cot.  There were fresh underwear, a t-shirt, jeans, sweater and socks.  I looked back at the man, but he was busy with something else he’d pulled outta the bag.   

I quickly pulled off my wet underwear and replaced them with the clean, dry ones.  Just as I finished putting on all the other clothes, he turned toward me again.  

“Come ‘ere,” he said, tugging on the front of the new sweater.  He had me stand right in front of him while he sat on the old chair.  He then pulled a big green trash bag over my head.  There was a hole cut in it and my head popped right through.  

“Keep your eyes shut or this might burn,” the man told me as he took a brown bottle in his hand.  There was a funny smell coming from the bottle that made my stomach bubble up again.  

“Are you gonna be sick again?”  

I nodded and he pointed to the corner.  I barely made it before I gagged and spat out a runny, watery mixture to the floor.  

“Okay?”  

“Y-yes,” I said.  He let me rinse my mouth before continuing with the stuff in the bottle.  

I closed my eyes tight.  He bent my head forward and I felt liquid running through my hair.  Then, he started rubbing his hands through my hair.  

“There,” he finally said, rubbing my hair with the towel.  When he was done, he sat back and looked at me.  “That’ll do it.”  

“Here,” he said, handing me a small hand mirror like the one Mom used in the bathroom at home.  

I looked in the mirror and couldn’t believe what I saw.  For the first time in my life, I looked just like Dad and Frank.  My hair was dark brown, just like theirs!  

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