ADAM'S MISSING
story by Bryson Lewis
Written by Robin Westover
"Where is Adam?" Mom seemed a bit concerned. Her forehead was wrinkled up.
Her nose looked wrinkled, her mouth was frowning and her eyes were outlined in wrinkle circles, with something that looked like birds feet at the corners. Her eyebrows were almost touching
"I don't know." Caleb answered. "Why should I know?" He continued walking through the dining room toward the bedroom, going to play my xbox 360 no doubt.
Fayth was sprawled out on the leather sofa. Her earbuds in her ears and her iphone in her hand, as usual. At least she wasn't singing out loud. She is my step dad's daughter.
"I haven't seen him since we got back from the baseball game." I told mom. "Maybe we left him there?"
"No! He was in the Jeep when we got home." Mom had her hand on her mouth. Her forehead still wrinkled. Eyebrows almost touching, mouth in a downward turn.
"Mom?" She ignored me, or didn't hear me.
Selective hearing, that's what she says we have. We must have learned it from her.
She headed downstairs to look for Adam.
This really wasn't like him. Usually he was right by Mom's side saying "Mom,Mom, guess what, Mom, Mom, guess what Mom?"
This really wasn't like him. Usually he was right by Mom's side saying "Mom,Mom, guess what, Mom, Mom, guess what Mom?"
I was going to check outside. His bike helmet was on the wicker table in the front
porch-room. His bike was still where he left it.
porch-room. His bike was still where he left it.
BANG! A bolt of Lightning came out of no where and hit something close. It startled me and I jumped a little, okay I jumped alot. I could feel the electricity in the air. But I couldn't tell what was hit. No smoke, no sirens. Hmmmm.
I opened the Jeep. No Adam.
Caleb came out the door onto the screened in porch-room.
"Bryson, the power went out. Can I use your tablet?"
"Where's yours?" It would be just my luck that he would either break mine or lose it, like he did his own.
"I don't know, that's why I want to use yours." Caleb was standing in the doorway, no shirt and no shoes.
"Dude, go put some clothes on. It isn't dress like Adam day." I laughed at my own joke. Adam didn't like to wear clothes. He ran around in his underwear most of the time. Even if we had friends over or the neighbors were there. Yeah, he was nine but 'special'. Autism, I think my mom called it.
Adam is two years younger than Caleb and in many ways much smarter.
Fayth is going to be thirteen in Oct.
I turned thirteen in May, I'm the oldest kid here. So I figure I'm the most responsible.
"Mom, I checked everywhere outside around the house. I didn't find him " I thought she looked older all the sudden.
"I did find some neat places he could hide, but he wasn't in any of them."
I stopped talking. Mom was different, somehow. I couldn't quite figure out what changed.
"Mom?. . . . . . . . Mom?....................Mom?"
I shook her shoulder, nothing. I picked up her hand to pat it, it was cold as ice. I tried rubbing them between my hands to get them warm. Nothing. No "What are you doing" or "Stop touching me". Nothing, just nothing.
"Fayth!" I was right by Mom's ear yelling and she didn't move.
"Fayth! Something's wrong, Caleb come here!!" I yelled as loud as I could. Standing right by Mom and she didn't even smack me. She didn't flinch. I checked her pulse, it was there. She seemed to be getting colder. I took her phone out of her hand and put a Blanket on her.
The last person she was talking to was Dad. He sent a text saying he was on his way home. The text before that . . .
"Adam found it, he's gone."
