Evans Woodworking chapter 4

“That goddamn mother-fucker is going to pay for what he did to you, and pay dearly.” Chris said with so much violence in his voice and body language that everyone recoiled.

“Chris, settle down.” Troy said.

“Settle down? Settle down? How can you sit there calmly and tell me to settle down when this has got to be the worst day of Ethan’s life?”

Troy responded, “Chris, I’m just as mad as you are over this situation, but anger and violence is not going to help Ethan. Look at him; he’s shaking like a leaf. He’s gotta be terrified.”

Chris took one look at Ethan, went over to him and wrapped his arms around him. “I’m so sorry you’re going through this crap and I’m sorry if I upset you. You’re my baby brother and I love you. It’s a big brother’s job to look out for and protect his little brother and I failed miserably at that. I’m sorry.”

“Chris, you’ve been a great big brother. Don’t beat yourself up over this. Everyone told me what a sleaze bag Patrick was, but I wouldn’t listen. Now I’m paying for it.”

Alicia spoke up, “Ethan, I promise you I’ll find a way to prosecute that ass-wipe, and I’m sorry to insult all the ass-wipes in the world, to the fullest extent of the law. We just need to find some evidence. I’ll call the judge and see if I can get a search warrant for his house.” She went off to make a phone call.

“What am I going to do? It’s too dangerous for me to be working with tools. If I cut myself and drip blood on whatever piece I’m working on, there’s a chance that I could infect someone else. The risk is too great. I have to give up woodworking.”

“Not if I have anything to do with it. We’ll figure out…” Chris began as he was suddenly interrupted by everyone’s telecommunicator going off at the same time. Everyone was stunned at the video that began playing as soon as they answered their telecommunicator. Each one reacted a different way at what they were seeing. Alicia ran to the bathroom and threw up. Troy dropped into a chair and turned his telecommunicator off, unable to continue watching the video. Chris became so angry he threw his telecommunicator against the wall, shattering it into a million pieces. Ethan ran from the house as fast as he could. The only reaction they had in common were the tears.

Alicia finally pulled herself together and returned to the dining room. “My god, there’s a video of Ethan getting gangbanged. That’s impossible. There’s no way he would ever do such a thing. No possible way.” She defended her baby brother. “Unless.” She broke off.

“Unless what?” Troy wanted to know.

“Unless he was drugged with either Rohypnol or GHB and…”

“I thought those drugs were no longer made.” Chris interrupted.

“Unfortunately, they still are. There’s a huge black market for them, primarily in the gay community. Law enforcement officials have been unable to locate where they come from.”

“What I would like to know is how he managed to drug him. Ethan?” All eyes were turned to where Ethan was sitting, only to discover that he was no longer there. Nobody saw him leave. A thorough search of the house was futile. Ethan was nowhere to be found. The shop was checked, along with all the places he would go when he needed to be alone to work through whatever was on his mind. No luck.

Troy, always the voice of reason said, “Let’s give him a couple of hours. I’m sure he’ll be back soon. He just needs some alone time. I can’t even begin to imagine what’s going through his mind right now.”

“As much as the thought sickens me, I think we need to watch the entire video to see if maybe there’s a clue as to his bizarre behavior.” Alicia said quietly. Both brothers nodded their agreement as the three of them went into the living room and sat down on the couch, huddled together. Tapping a few times on her telecommunicator, the video resumed playing, this time on the big wall screen.

Horrified, they watched as Ethan was taken over and over again. When the video finished playing, Chris spoke up. “Other than Ethan being the bottom in a gangbang, something’s off. I can’t put my finger on it, but something’s definitely off with him. Wait a minute.” He wound the video back a bit and replayed it. “Look. Ethan’s not reacting to getting fucked at all. He looks kinda out of it.”

“You’re right. He is. Show the video from the beginning.” Chris complied. The video began with a bunch of guys sitting around drinking and talking. The camera panned over to where Patrick was mixing a drink. He slipped a bottle out of his pocket and dumped the contents into the glass before giving it to Ethan. In a couple of minutes Ethan was totally out of it.

Anyone who didn’t know him would simply pass it off as him being drunk. Ethan rarely drank, however. He only drank at wedding receptions, and even then he restricted himself to a half a glass of champagne.

Alicia tapped her telecommunicator a couple of times. “The video is password protected so it can’t be altered.”

“Hmm,” Troy muttered as he started replaying the video in slow-motion and enhanced. After the video finished playing he exclaimed, “Everyone in the video is wearing a condom except Patrick.

“We’ve got him. That bastard’s ass is mine!” Alicia responded, fuming. Her telecommunicator beeped. “Hello?”

“Alicia? Hey, this is Sam. I need you guys to come to the hospital right away. Ethan was just brought in. He’s in pretty bad shape.”

“S-s-s-say that again?” She asked, a look of anguish covering her face. She activated the speaker unit as the doctor repeated what he had told her, shocking everyone.

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