Disclaimer,
Hello do not read this if you are against gay stuff in that way or if you are underage, I do not condone any course of action from reading this but I hope you enjoy. This story is going to be a mixture of scream/fatal attraction/misery (I hope). I hope you enjoy. And thank you to all my friends muah
I Love You-4
I awoke in bed my mom and dad hovering over me looking worried, well to tell you the truth just my mom looked worried my dad looked down on me like a piece of weak and pathetic slime. Just think, he didn't even know I was gay yet. I sat up on my elbows wondering what my parents where doing in my bedroom, my head was groggy and hurting and the little light filtering into my room stung my eyes. I looked towards the doorway to see a police man stood there looking at something on the door. Then I noticed something was missing, I usually had tabby on my bed. Then it all came back too me, the realisation of what happened the night before struck me like a ton of bricks. Finding the one thing I loved so much knifed to the door, even worse the fact that my stalker had been in my house to do it, he could have been in so many times to watch me sleep I felt so violated and well scared shitless. He had proved to me he was dangerous and so I had to be careful from now on, he could be back for me anytime. The shock of everything soon caved away to fear than tears, that was all my dad needed, he walked off towards the door never looking back and almost knocking the policeman over. My mom sat on the side of my bed and started to stroke the side of my face.
"Your dad does love you" I cringed when I heard the 'love you' I leaned closer and hugged her close.
"Yea..."
"So do you want to tell me what is going on?" I started to cry harder right then, I couldn't tell her I just couldn't, well not everything.
"I miss tabby" it honestly felt like my heart had been ripped out and thrown at the wall.
"I know you do honey, who ever did this is a very sick person and the police will catch them, and they want to talk to you about this. I have to say I am worried who ever this was came into our house, and used my best kitchen knife" I was about to yell at my mother, mean who cares about the fucking kitchen knife! But the policeman in the doorway coughed distracting me.
"Excuse me? Detective Heinemann would like to see you in the living room" I crawled out of my moms grasps and dried my eyes and flung on a pair of slacks and a T-shirt and some old trainers before making my way down stairs. I walked into the living room and slumped down in a chair and tried my best not to break out in tears again. In the corner stood a handsome man, he was really cute and even in the predicament I was in I couldn't help thinking some dirty thoughts about this hunka man standing before me. He stood about my height and had short black hair it actually could have been mistaken for fur it looked so soft, it was brushed forward and neatly trimmed. He only looked to be around 25 and had a nice muscled body, well I guessed he did I couldn't actually see much under that long black trench coat he was wearing. He had a nice kind face with a kind of square jaw but it wasn't that prominent, his beautiful baby blues where studying me. He actually reminded me a bit of that guy out of the x-files but way better.
"Mr McLaughlan? I'm detective Heinemann" I looked deep into his questioning eyes as my mom and dad entered the room and sat on the couch opposite me. The detective walked up and down the space between us occasionally pausing and making like he was going to ask a question but instead carried on walking.
"Well are you going to ask questions or wear the carpet away?" my irritated dad said while cracking his knuckles and looking very displeased. The detective paused for a quick second before resuming his walk, this totally pissed dad off you could tell he was ready to explode...I liked this detective already.
"May I call you Lucas?" he didn't wait for an answer before carrying on "What I see here is a high school prank...a very viscous prank, but nothing more. Of course I will not stop till the perpetrators have been caught, unless that is you know otherwise?" there was a battle deep inside of me. Should I tell him bout the stalker? If I did would he ask if I were gay? O I didn't know in the end though my sensible side won out.
"I have had death threats" I heard my mom gasp but I didn't look in her direction.
"Death threats? How so?"
"Like letters and phone calls and e-mails, the letters seem to be delivered by hand but I never see anyone deliver them and on the phone he uses a voice changer so I can't recognise him or her" I said rather unemotionally.
"Do you have any of the letters for me to see?" the detective asked.
"No I burnt them all and there all typed on computer so there's no point in looking at them" of course that was a lie I did keep them all but I didn't want to show them to him cause most had things in them relating to my 'gayness'. He seemed very displeased at hearing that.
"Do you know why this person is doing this to you?" I broke down right then tears streamed down my face and I tried unsuccessfully to hide them. This was the moment of truth...should I tell them I'm gay and that's a possibility to why he is doing this to me? Or should I let it ride?
"(Sniff) no...I haven't a clue" I knew the detective didn't believe me but he let it go. My dad didn't wait around; he quickly left the room.
"Ok, so some one is stalking you and making death threats, and you know of no possible reason right?"
"(Sniff) right" he paused for a second to rub his chin while looking very sexy.
"Ok I'll post a policeman to watch you, to make sure you don't come to any harm. And I have some one dusting for fingerprints at the moment, and I shall check the phone records myself. Don't worry kid, we will catch who ever is doing this" he placed his hand on my arm and lifted my chin up to meet his gaze...for a split second I thought he was going to kiss me. I gave him a weak smile; another officer interrupted our perfect moment.
"Sir, we have finished dusting for fingerprints, the only ones we found where on the knife it's self." My spirits lifted a little, with the fingerprints we could catch him.
"But they belong to the farther." My spirits went plummeting back down to earth.
"He's told us he went to take the knife out of the door but was stopped by the wife" the detective looked directly at my mother with a stare that would make anyone uneasy.
"Is this true?" my mom seemed real nervous.
"Umm...yea, I...err...didn't want him disturbing evidence" made sense I guess but why was she nervous, it not only puzzled me but the detective too, you could see it on his face, I knew deep down this guy wouldn't be very good at poker.
"Well we have done all we can do here, I'm going to check the phone records maybe that will tell us something, I'll be leaving officer Hicks in a car outside to watch over you. We will catch who ever this is, trust me" and you know what I actually did trust him, he had that trustworthy look about him. About 10 minutes later the police had packed up all there stuff and where gone...well except for officer Hicks, he was keeping a vigilant watch on our house although I doubted his abilities to even get out the car. He was one of those typical doughnut eating cops with a belly the size of a small army. I never understood how these types of people got on the force, I thought they had to do vigorous exercise routines. I bet it paid to be a criminal our days, half the force is overweight and easy to escape from. I stopped looking at the human lava lamp and wondered around the unusually quiet house for a while. I wondered upstairs and shuddered when I saw the red stain on my bedroom door and the surrounding areas...it brought tears to my eyes as my heart started to hurt. On the carpet I could faintly see my footprints from where I had stood in her blood and walked it over the carpet. I was about to get all emotional again when I heard raised voices coming from my parent's bedroom, and like any other concerned teenager I just had to listen in...it's like our duty. I placed my ear to the door and listened intently, I could only make out a few sentences here and there.
"You're a totally stupid cow you know that don't you, I saw you when that policeman asked you about the knife, you could of given us away" my dad said, and what was he talking about?
"I didn't mean too, I don't like lying especially to the police. I don't see why we couldn't tell them the truth in the first place" hang on a minute, what truth? What's going on? The next thing I knew the door flung open with my dad looking shocked to find his only son listening in on his conversation.
"What the hell do you think you where doing?" my dad asked out of shock.
"I...I...I have to go" the fear deep with in me overcome any sense of anger and any wish I had to find out what they where talking about. Could it be my actual parents who are trying to kill me? No it couldn't...could it? I ran out of the house anyway as fast as I could, with no direction in mind I just had to get away from them, I vaguely heard my mom calling after me. I ran down the road with the cop car in close pursuit...I felt like a bloody criminal. I know I had to see Jason I just had to I needed to talk to him so bad, I had to apologise. About 30 minutes later I was banging as hard as I could on his door, totally out of breath. I almost had a heart attack when the officer hicks tapped me on the back.
"Are you ok? What's wrong?" he asked trying to act concerned...we could both tell he was pissed off with this assignment.
"Yea I just needed some exercise, you should try it sometime" I wasn't going to tell this fat pig anything if I was going to tell anyone it would be Jason or the cute detective. The door behind me opened.
"Lucas? Is everything ok officer?" it was Jason's dad Jake, he was a cool dude he always treated me as his own, he had become so reliant on me and Jason when his wife died and still he hated to talk about her, you could see it pained him deeply. His handsome face would get a distant look in it and well it just sucked he was usually full of life. He was handsome too an older version of Jason, god knows how many times I had fantasised about a 3 some between me Jake and Jason.
"Yea Jake he's my bodyguard" I said while throwing the officer a threatening glance, Jake looked the officer up and down.
"Well with his bulk I'm sure he's got your puny body covered" I laughed as we slammed the door in the officers disgruntled face, I knew right than that any chances of this officer taking a bullet for me were out the window.
"What's going on between you and Jason?" Jake asked.
"Oh it's nothing, it's going to be ok now, trust me everything is going to be just fine" I walked over and gave Jake a big hug, he returned it with the love of a farther, something I rarely if ever see. We stood hugging in the hall for a while, I broke it and said goodbye and ran up to Jason's room. I didn't bother knocking...secretly hoping to find him jacking off. No such luck he was on the phone when I walked in, he looked in shock when he saw me enter. No words were passed between us, he simply put the phone down and held his arms open, I quickly ran into those big strong powerful arms. He enveloped me in a bear hug which seemed to last forever, I was so happy all my troubles seemed to fade away. I started to cry and Jason picked my chin up and looked into my red puffy eyes.
"What's wrong Lucas, you can tell me" there was a sharp knock at the door and in stepped my crush Adam.
End of part 4.
I hope y'all not bored with this yet. thanx 4 reading.