What a Night

Last night had to be one of the most scariest nights on record!!! I kept trying to call my little brother (17) on his cell phone last night because it was pretty late, almost 10PM and he wasn’t home. My mom felt like something was wrong because my dad would go out onto the balcony and talk to him and come back inside. I figured my brother wasn’t answering his phone because he knew it was me and we actually got in a little bit of a tiff on Sunday night and I didn’t talk to him all day on Monday. I figured i would outsmart him and call him on both my private phone line and my cell phone at the same time. He finally picked up the phone and was pretty upset. He was Carjacked. He was dropping off his friend at his home and realized that he had forgot to get his cell phone (he let his friend borrow it to make a phone call.)  He got back in his car and someone asked him if they could borrow the car and he said that he had to get home because he had some things to do. The guys showed a gun in their pants so my brother handed over the keys to his 2002 Spyder Eclipse. He got out of the car and one of the guys asked where he was going. Apparently everything was okay. The whole time he was gone I was praying and crying and hoping that he was okay. The guys could have beaten him and took him to a field and left him there. They were gone for a while so I figured my brother was disoriented and didn’t know where he was and they were trying to find him.

I talked to my brother around 5 minuted to 10, my parent’s didn’t get home with him until midnight. They went to the Police Station and filed a report.  I went to talk to him and he was upset because he feels that my parents are more concerned about the car than him. They didn’t ask him how he was doing or anything. They only gave him a lecture about how he should be more careful. He also told me that next time it happens that he isn’t going to back down because he hopes that they’ll fight back and maybe something would happen to him. 

Now it’s about 12:15 and I’m in bed watching TV and I see two cars. The street light keeps going out and I thought one of them was a police car so I turned off the TV and walked to the window and it was 2 Police cars one of which had the fog lights on the other had no lights on. I figured they were there for our nutty next door neightbor because the kid is always doing something dumb.  It’s 12:30 and I have to get up for work at 3:50, I turn out the lights and try to go to sleep but I’m too excited to sleep.

When I got up this morning I noticed that the downstairs light was on, after I got dressed I went to talk to my brother and he told me that he got the car back and nothing was missing or damaged. He still feels like my parents were more concerned about the car. I told him that we have insurance and it wasn’t a big deal if the car was stolen/jacked.

As I was laying on my bed last night and crying I realized that I don’t know a lot about my brother and I don’t even remember the last time we sat and talked and laughed. He is loved so much and I don’t think he realizes it or even cares. I really don’t know what I would do without him. I’m so happy that he’s safe.  By the way, I asked him if he got a look at him and if they looked at  him. He said yes to both so now I just hope that they won’t do anything if they see him. I don’t even know if the suspects were in the police car when they returned it, if so then they know where he lives and that makes me scared.