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I was 14 when my brother left us. He was 16 at the time and it was devastating for the whole family. My family consisted of my parents, my older brother Daniel, my sister Alison, who was 12, and I, Matthew.
As siblings we always seemed to get on pretty well compared to others we knew. I was the odd one out physically, taking after my Dad, while Danny and Ali both had Mum's features. I grew to be 6'2", reasonably fit and solid after years of football. I was what would be called, average in looks. I have short brown hair, blue eyes, a slight bend in my twice broken nose, straight teeth amazingly, and no major injuries.
Ali grew to a lovely 5'6", brown hair down to her shoulders and a real girly girl. And by that I mean curvy in all the right places. She has well shaped B-C cup breast, a nice, tight little arse, flat stomach and slim runners legs. She has a beautiful smile, which all came together to give her looks just like our Mum, only Mum was maybe an inch shorter, which Ali would always bring up to annoy her. Yes, I did notice that the females in my home were attractive, so shoot me.
Danny, was gone for almost 10 years by now. He just up and left not long after his 16
th
birthday and we had no idea where he was. We missed him. Ali missed him the most. He and Ali were especially close and he was so good to her and spent more time with her than any other member of the family. I had to laugh once when she managed to talk him into playing dress ups with her and when I walked in, he begged me not to tell anyone, it would destroy his reputation and he'd never live it down at school. I did get a few chores taken off my hands for that little secret.
We got on well and as brothers we didn't tend to go into those normal aggressive macho roles that guys do. Even at 14 I was taller than him, with a bit more size to my frame and I had needed to step in to help him at school a couple of times with some of the bigger guys in his classes. Like I said, he followed Mum and had a smaller frame, and looked more like Ali, more....delicate I guess. I did cop a few lumps by helping out like that, but hey, he was my brother and that's just how it was.
When he left he had been heavily into computers and was almost a recluse I suppose. Normal teenage angst is what my Dad would say later on. Dad and Daniel would fight and sometimes even scream at each other fiercely over what seemed to be unimportant things. Danny would end up rushing away and slamming his door during the worst times, and I had heard him sob a few times as I passed his bedroom. At such a young age, I had no idea what I should do, so I did nothing.
Leading up to his leaving, there was a strong sense of hostility in the air whenever Dad was around him. Sometimes I would ask if he was ok and Daniel would just shrug. Ali was a bit more animated and would hug him and cry once in a while about it all. I couldn't really understand what the reasons were, Danny was probably the quietest and least troublesome of us all, but Dad really went after him some times.
After Danny left the family seemed to implode in on itself for a few months, even a year. There was a lot of confusion from Ali and I, with self-judgements and recriminations, even accusations, finger pointing and some highly emotional screaming between Mum and Dad. We were all just so pained and lost by it all, well mostly. Dad seemed to be un-phased by Danny's leaving. That was probably why he and Mum fought so much.
As time went by we all slowly had to accept it and life seemed to return to normal, well as normal as it could. Mum turned Danny's room into a bit of a shrine at first. She kept it clean and never moved anything. We would sometimes find her sitting on his bed, quietly sobbing, while smelling his pillow or holding one of his shirts. This always annoyed Dad and he threatened to throw everything away and make it into his Den. Mum would hit the roof at any such suggestion and naturally that led to some heavy yelling behind closed doors.
I graduated High School and went away to University where I managed to get a degree in Civil Engineering. All through that time I could never make myself forget my brother. I was constantly sending out letters and emails and surfing social sites, making phone calls to every Danny, Dan or D Durant that I found in phone books or online. Ali, was very supportive and we would compare and combine our efforts, though it was clear that I was doing the bulk of the work as Alison's studies started to hit and leave little to no time for her to help. I think she was also getting over it all and had come close to giving up by the time she was 22 and in her last year of University.
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"Hello?" quietly answered the female on the other end of the line.
"Hello, I'm sorry to bother you. Is this D Durants' number?"
"Yes, and who may this be?" was the cautious response.
"My name is Matthew Durant and I'm looking for my brother, Daniel. Would anyone of that name be living there?" Even though I had made dozens of these calls to no avail, I was always nervous that this might be the last one I would need to make.
I heard a slight gasp. "Oh. Um. No, I'm sorry, but your brother doesn't live here"
"Oh. Ok." I said sadly, pausing for a moment. "I don't suppose you know of any one by that name or that may know him? I know it's a long shot, but I have to ask at least" I tried, forcing a bit of lightness into my voice.
"Um, no, sorry. I don't know anyone going by that name" she sadly replied.
"I'm sorry to have bothered you, thank you for your time. Sorry again" I replied despondently.
I was about to hang up when she spoke again.
"Wh..why are you looking for him?"
