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I love you 7
"Lucas I mean it..." he looked at me seriously and I stopped smiling. He was actually asking me to fuck him; his first time and he wanted me to be it. I get to make this boy a man, I get to fuck his brains out...but do I want to? I wasn't sure, I just laid on the bed looking at him, he was so ready for everything, he wanted this so much but did I want to do this to him? I mean especially after I liked Detective Heinemann, I'd almost feel like I was cheating. But than again I am incredibly attracted to Adam, I've always thought he was so hot and I have thought many times about us been together, it was a total head fuck, I mean what am I supposed to do. I decided not to think about it and just follow my feelings. He was still smiling at me; he leaned forward and the silver pentagram he wears hanging around his neck glinted in the light, it was so pretty. I didn't know how long I had been just laid there thinking and watching his pentagram. He leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips, again the taste of chocolate peppermint filled my mouth, my tummy rumbled.
"I'm sorry I'm kind of hungry, I haven't had anything all day" he studied me for a second before getting up.
"I'll go get us some food"
"Cool" he walked towards the door but before he left he turned around and looked directly at me.
"Why don't you get ready for bed?" he asked in a hopeful way. I smiled to myself when he left the room, I didn't know how he did it but I had totally forgot about everything what was happening to me and I was actually happy for a change. I looked around the room nothing on the walls a few essential items out on the shelves but there where lots of boxes scattered around. I walked over to the window and looked out over their garden. It was beautiful, the last owners must have been really proud of it. There where tree's of every description, flowers of every kind, I imagined what it would look like in summer, when all the flowers where open and the air was filled with lovely scents that drive you wild with memories of a time long forgotten. The only bad thing about the garden was the number of shadows lurking in the depths of bushes, a couple of times I flinched because I swear I saw something move. i looked around to see if i could see the police car that was supposed to be watching over me but it was gone...strange, the front door to the house opened and Adams mom walked out toward the car.
"I'll only be an hour or so, if you need me you know where I am" she called back to Adam over her shoulder; her car slowly drove off into the distance. I got sick of the view and closed the curtains, I turned around and looked at the big double bed I would be sharing with Adam, I slowly removed my top and jeans, letting them fall to the floor where I stood, a cold chill passed over my body, my nipples became erect and my fingers slowly found there way to them, squeezing them slightly. My penis was starting to get hard; it pushed slightly against the fabric of my boxers. I decided I had to do it, I had to make love to Adam he was so perfect for me. I walked over to the bed and sat down, the mattress was soft and welcoming and squeaked a little, I smiled at the thought of the sound it would make when we would be having sex. I bounced up and down on it a few more times laughing to myself. I decided to be sneaky and look to see if he had any porn under his mattress that I could take a peek at. I lifted it up and it was heavier than I thought it was. Under the mattress I found a picture of me that I don't remember posing for, it had stains all over it...boy he's got it bad for me. Also there was a little electronic box, it was a talk-boy, a thing you talk into and it changes your voice to things like aliens and stuff, I messed around with it for a while, trying the different settings. I let the mattress down and sat on the bed fiddling with it. I couldn't wait to tell Adam that I found his cum stained picture of me...hehe. I fiddled around some more with the talk-boy pressing various buttons; I slowly raised it to my lips.
"Hey there sexy" I whispered in to it. To my horror the voice that came out the other side was that of the stalker I threw the talk-boy across the room, I froze unable to breath unable to move, the thought 'he's going to fuck you to death' crossed my mind. No wait what am I thinking? Adams my friend he couldn't do this to me, it's just me getting paranoid isn't it? I mean every kid has one of these talk-boy things don't they? I decided to be brave and confront Adam about it. I hopped off the bed and nervously walked towards the door, my mind was in a subconscious fight, half of it knew Adam was innocent while the other half was afraid that when I opened the door he'd be there with a knife, and that would be the end of me. I walked out into the deserted hallway, I looked left than right to make sure that it was just me up there. "Adam? Where are you? We need to talk" I nervously called out. I waited for a reply, about a minute had passed since I called out so I called out again but louder, again no reply. I hugged my arms against my bare chest, as the cold air from the hallway rushed against it. I called out once more but with no luck. What the fuck was going on? Why isn't he answering me? I was starting to get really scared, all my senses told me to lock myself in Adams bedroom and stay there, but what would that accomplish? I needed to get to a phone to call Detective Heinemann I needed him to be my night in shining armour. I walked along the dimly lit hallway towards the stairs; I was weary of every door I passed. "If this is some kind of joke Adam I'm not impressed" god I hoped it was a joke, I was starting to physically shake, I was such a wimp. If Adam was to jump out a door right now and shout 'SURPRISE' I know I'd shit myself, god how I wanted that. But something deep inside told me it was just going to be a bad night. I made it to the staircase with no one jumping out and trying to kill me, I looked down across the well lit landing to see pillars of unpacked boxes, loads of places a demented stalker could hide, I was reluctant to go down there but when I saw the phone sat on a table so close I swallowed hard and gripped the rail tight. I felt my fear slowly rising to the surface with every step I took down the stairs. I felt like I was choking, like the stalker was using my own fear to kill me, I shuddered when my feet touched the cold tile floor of the landing. Looking around I couldn't see any immediate place the stalker could be hiding. I cautiously made my way towards the phone, I was immediately aware of every sound around me, especially my own breathing and heartbeat. I made sure that every step I took was as quiet as possible; I tried hard to stop my knees from knocking together through fear. I made it all the way to the phone, I had this horrible image that when I picked it up an alarm would go off and the stalker would come and get me. I hesitated a little, my hand hovering over the phone. I was just about to pick up the receiver when the phone rang, I screamed loud and jumped a mile before I realised I had done it, my heart was beating faster than it had ever had in my entire life. I stared at the phone as it continued to ring, no one should be going through this, why did it have to be me? Tears started to stream over my cheeks, I was getting sick of this, the sound of that phone ringing sounded like my own death bells, I knew who it was it was the bastard who is making my life a living hell. I picked up the phone and slowly brought it to my ear.
"Hello? Is Lucas there?" my heart almost exploded when I heard Jason on the other end of the phone, I quickly spun around to make sure I was totally alone, nothing in the room but stacks of boxes, I kept my eyes on the main entrances to the room.
"OHMYGODJASON! You have to help me, he's here I can't find Adam, he's here he's going to KILL me!" I started shaking and crying, if only I could just make myself be with Jason he'd help me he's protect me.
"Oh god Lucas stay put I'm on my way"
"Please hurry..." I couldn't help but feel love for this man, he's willing to risk his life to save me, I just hope I wasn't dead by the time he got here. I heard the click of another phone pick up.
"Guess who! You where great in bed, I KNEW YOU WOULD BE! HAHAHAHA!" it was the stalker, he'd picked up another line in the house, he still had that mechanical talk-boy voice about him, except this time it had a kind of echo. I slammed down the phone hard on the receiver. I looked around to see if anyone was around, I was so angry now, my fear had somehow turned into anger and I felt ready for an ass kicking time, no one fucks with me.
"ALRIGHT YOU LITTLE SHIT, WHERE ARE YOU!" I shouted into the seemingly empty house. I waited for an answer and got none. I composed myself and this time instead of shouting I just spoke in a raised voice, but still loud enough for anyone in the house to hear.
"You killed my cat, you have ruined my life, and for what? YOU LITTLE ASSHOLE! And WHAT have you done with ADAM!" ok maybe it wasn't as dignified as I had expected, I couldn't help but shout.
"Hehehe, the poor little fag hasn't got it yet have you...hehehe" the stalkers voice came out of no where, I span around to try and see where he was but couldn't see anything.
"Come out and show your self, you want a piece of me? COME AND GET IT!" I looked around, in a box next to me was a fire poker, there was a little spike on the end of it, I quickly picked up the iron rod and swung it at a couple of boxes near me, they went tumbling to the floor in a noisy mess, I was armed and ready for anything, well not anything I mean if the stalker turned out to be a monster with five heads I should just bend over and kiss my ass goodbye, I just wished my rod was a gun.
"Uh oh some ones been naughty, you sound angry, maybe death will calm you down. I'm not going to kill you straight away, I'll take you somewhere first, I have a horse and a dog and a couple of other barnyard animals that want a go on your little fag ass before I kill you. Humm imaging the pain that a huge horses dick would make" the stalker said, I couldn't pinpoint the location the voice was coming from again, I moved into the middle of the room, like a cat I went into stalking mode.
"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!" I jumped when heard the nose of pots and pans come crashing to the floor from the kitchen. I knew where he was now. I quickly made my way across the living room towards the kitchen. When I got close to the kitchen door, I kicked it open, you know for that 'tough' effect. I jumped in swinging my iron rod wildly. There was no one there, I looked to the pots scattered all over the floor. I had totally forgotten to be afraid now; the adrenalin was rushing through my body. The phone was hanging off its hook; I cautiously replaced it the line was cut. In the centre of the kitchen was a large table on the other side a door leading to the dining room, he must be in there, he couldn't have gotten past me. I made my way across the cold stone floor of the kitchen determined to end this tonight. I posed ready to burst through the swinging door. It took me totally by surprise when the door burst open and smacked my right in the face; I landed hard on the floor smacking my head. I wondered for a second what I was doing and where I was, it all came back to me when I saw a figure standing above me. He was dressed totally in black, a woolly polo neck sweatshirt, with black jeans and black army boots a pair of black gloves too, over his face was a black balaclava, only his mouth could be seen as covering the eyes where a pair of black glasses. Around his neck hung Adams pentagram necklace.
"No, it can't be" he just smiled a perverted smile. I didn't have time to think, I looked around for the iron rod, I quickly saw it under the table, I reached out for it as the stalker grabbed my foot to stop me. He dived on me to try and get me in a wrestling move. His arm went around my neck and he started choking me, I struggled hard, I rolled us onto our side and thrust my head back and head butted him in the face. Startled he let go; I took this opportunity to grab the iron rod. In an almost fluidic movement I rolled over and with the momentum of the roll I slammed the iron rod into his side, he moaned loud, the spike that was on the end had impaled him. While he was still on the floor rolling in pain I quickly got up and ran out of the kitchen. My heart was beating faster than anything, I was petrified, my adrenaline had totally gone. I looked back while I was running as fast as I could to see the stalker staggering out of the kitchen door, when I did this I didn't see the boxes I ran straight into. I fell flat on my face, some more boxes from the next pillar full of heavy stuff fell on top of me. I was literally trapped; I didn't have the energy to move. Now I know when people say 'never look back' it's a piece of advice you should listen to especially in a house full of boxes. I started to cry, I couldn't help it I was trapped and was about to be killed, I'm sure if it was you here under these boxes you would cry too...I wish it was you and not me. The stalkers shiny boots stood in front of my face, he grabbed my hair and lifted my face up so I could see he evil smile, with his other hand he brought the talk-boy up to his lips so he could speak.
"Aww did the little fag fall and hurt himself?"
"Fuck you" I managed to say before he spit in my face and slam it hard into the floor, the last thing I heard while before I totally blacked out was the stalkers mechanical laugh.
End of part 7.
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