The Life of Buddy

Chapter XXXII

                "Butch stand up dude."   Brandon said as he was hit by a sense of dejavu.  In his mind he saw Brian freaking out when he picked up the belt last night to look at it.  How his first instinct was to bend over and grab his ankles and await the beating he was about to recieve.
              I've got them well trained he joked to himself and then chided himself for the joke.
                "Butch stand up." He said again.

               Butch stood up and looked at his brother perplexed.  "I'm not getting whipped?"  He then eyed his closet and wondered if his brother wanted him to get the paddle.   

               "Nope."  He said shaking his his head.  "Daddy believes that you weren't having a bad attitude this morning and that you were just upset because of the incident at work."

                "He did."  Butch's face rippled with shock.  He began to question if he was having a dream.  If he was he hoped that he would never wake up from it.  

                "Yeah."  

                Butch desperately fought the urge to cry.   It was so weird to believed, for an adult not to assume he was lying and give him the benefit of the doubt.  "He said that he is going to call your mom and talk to her about it."  He said as he walked over to him.  "So hopefully you won't have to worry about getting a whipping when you come home tonight."

                 "I hope so too."  Butch said. 

                 "But he did say for you to be on your best behavior today or you will be paddled by him when he gets off work tonight."  Brandon said with a somber tone in his voice. 

                    "I'll be good."  Butch said.  "I promise."

                   "Please do."  He said with a look of intense discomfort in his eyes.  He was about to ask him what was wrong when Brandon then said "So are you ready to go bro."

                    "Yes."  He said with excitement in his voice.  Get me out of here please he thought.  Butch then went over to his nightstand where his cell phone sat and grabbed it.

                     The look of discomfort grew across Brandon's face and he said "How about if we leave that here."

                   Butch's grip tightened on his cell phone as he asked "Why?"

                    Because I told you to leave it here he wanted to say but decided try another tactic not wanting a repeat of what happened with Brian in the parking lot yesterday.  But his hand was at the ready just in case.  "Because I already had to give one brother a belting last night because he refused to stay off his cell phone and I want to avoid having to do the same with another."

                   "You whipped Buddy?"  He said in astonishment.

                   "Yep he was told stay off his cell phone and choose not to listen so I gave him a thrashing for it."  Brandon stated a matter-of-factly.  

                   He winced and then asked "Is he okay?"

                  "He's fine.  His butt is probably still sore from it but he's okay."  Brandon said.  "Look I just want you to stay out of trouble and I feel that you leaving the cell phone behind will reduce the chances of you getting your bottom beat or having to spend another five minutes facing the wall."

                   Butch looked at his phone a sick feeling began to form in the pit of his stomach.   It seemed cruel to make him leave it behind and part of him wanted to argue with him, demand that he let him take it with him, tell him that he was being ridiculous.  But his eye caught the closet and he thought about the paddle on the top shelf.  He really did not want that taken across his backside or his father's belt.