Wat Big Brothers Are For Part 2

Before Nate was able to regain his balance; Trevor tackled him hard and wrapped his hands around his throat. Nate could hear the crackling of dry grass under his body as he thrashed. His vision began to gray out as the bigger, broader teen cut off his air. Suddenly, Steve called out, "Shit! Trevor, I think somebody's coming. We gotta go!" Trevor let go of Nate's neck and crawled off his prone body. "This ain't over, faggot. You'll be even sorrier next time," he threatened.

Standing, the bully let one final kick fly before hocking up a wad of phlegm and spitting it at Nate. The thick greenish-yellow gob landed on the smaller boy's forehead, in his bangs. Trevor would have laughed if Steve hadn't been pulling him away. The two bullies took off running, not once looking back.

Nate groaned and slowly rolled over, rising painfully to his hands and knees. The roaring in his ears gradually subsided, and he finally heard the noise that had presumably scared his attackers away—a rustling from some scrubby, overgrown bushes off to his left. Nate tensed, his foggy mind conjuring all kinds of possibilities at the sound.

He watched as a huge dog, the color of butterscotch pudding, lumbered from the undergrowth and approached with an oddly happy look on its intelligent-looking face. The dog stopped right in front of Nate and chuffed softly. "Hey, boy—I-I think you saved my life," the grateful teenager said as he reached out an unsteady hand and patted the dog's head. "Thanks." The dog whined and lapped his tongue over Nate's bruised cheek. "Nate! Nate, where are you?"

At first, the teenager thought the unfamiliar voice, a woman's, was calling for him. Then he saw the dog twitch his ears and cock his head. "Nate! Here, boy! Nathan, you better get your butt back here! I'm not chasing you all over creation!" The dog's unseen owner threatened though her tone was lighthearted. "Looks like you better go, boy," Nate mumbled. The dog looked over his shoulder, then back at the teenager, whining. "Go on. I-I'm okay."

Nate watched as the dog turned and trotted away, disappearing in the bushes to search out his sweet-voiced owner. Gathering his strength, the youngest Grey stood, his legs quaking. He wiped at the blood and snot running from his nose and wiped his soiled hand on the leg of his jeans. Nate stood swaying for a few seconds before finally moving forward to slowly and painfully gather his scattered books and papers, unwilling to leave them strewn about the empty field. By the time he was done, he wanted nothing more than to sink to his knees and give in to the pain and dizziness. Nate felt tears sting his eyes when he thought about the walk ahead of him.

Because of his staggering gait, it took Nate twice as long as it normally would have to walk home, but he eventually arrived at their house on McKinley Street. Nate was relieved to see the driveway empty; indicating Shane or Jason had yet to get home. He was reluctant, and oddly scared, for his brothers to see him like this. Irrational or not, he felt responsible for what had happened. He felt scrawny and weak, and stupid for defying orders and taking that shortcut.

Walking as quickly as his battered body would allow, Nate unlocked the front door, and after dropping his bedraggled books and dirty papers on the kitchen table without a second thought, he hurried to his bedroom—closing and locking the door behind him. Once inside this sanctuary, Nate gingerly laid down on his bed, giving in to the throbbing pain assaulting his body, giving in—reluctantly—to the tears he'd kept at bay all the way home.

Jason pulled into the driveway and parked the Impala. It was 6:30 p.m., a bit later than he usually got home, but Pizza Hut had been busy tonight. Grabbing their still-hot pizza and a twelve-pack of Coca-Cola off the passenger seat, he slipped out of the car and rushed for the house, his stomach growling at the enticing smell of food. To be honest, at 17, his stomach seemed to always be growling with hunger whether there was enticing food around to tempt it or not.

After crossing the threshold, Jason called out, "Nate! I've got dinner. Shane's out with friends tonight, so it's just us two. Come and eat while it's still hot!" He went to put the pizza on the table and noticed Nate's books and papers strewn haphazardly across its surface. Frowning at this unusual occurrence, the older teen gathered everything up in a pile and moved it all to the counter, replacing it with their dinner. He opened the pizza box and grabbed a slice, biting into the cheese, pepperoni, and onions with gusto. After a second bite, the slice was almost gone. Realizing he had yet to hear from his little brother, Jason swigged a drink of Coke, belched softly from the carbonation, and yelled, "Nate! C'mon, man. I brought pizza! Get your butt out here and eat."

A chill skittered up his spine when there was still no response from Nate.
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[spannatoolkit377]

This one shot is amazing so far! I love it :)

[MelAndNessa]

I wanna know Now what happend with nate... Amazing written

[QaWsEdYh]

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[jbstory5]

OMG,please post soon!

[NewVixen18]

Jason fat and Nate got saved by a dog named Nate woah

[lelo552]

omg poor Nate god those bullies were mean