Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2002 10:36:24 -0800 (PST)
From: jimmy allen <ja1331@yahoo.com>
Subject: someone in my life part 4

			    Someone In My Life
				 Part III

			      by: Jimmy Allen


Warning:

Well this is part 4 and maybe the ending of this story. I hope you all like
this part too, even though I am sure some of you will not. But thats
life. Please let me know what you think at Ja1331@yahoo.com.

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This story is about teens who let fate take them to each other. It is pure
fiction and maybe a part of my fantasy. There is some sex involved here, so
if its not to your tastes or your underage then please leave now. This is
my first story so email your comments to me at ja1331@yahoo.com. I will
reply to comments but flames will be ignored. I hope you like this story.
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Man it had been a long night. Nothing seemed to go right. There was two
conventions in town and a bunch of college age kids staying the night at
the hotel. The front desk kept getting complaints about the noise. Being
smaller than most of those guys, it was hard for me to tell them to be
quiet. But that was my job.  It became so bad at one point that I had to
tell them any more complaints and they were gone. They took the news well
and it did seem to help. I was so tired after getting off I just wanted to
go home and crash with my love. Thank goodness it was Friday.

I was driving along listening to the radio like I always do when the news
came on.  It had the usual stuff. War in Afghanistan, President Bush and
then...

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

I came to a red light and just stopped.  I could not move. I could not
think. I was numb. The light turned green and people behind me were blowing
their horns.  I did not care. I decided I had to get home. I had to be
sure. I was hoping I was wrong in what I was thinking.

I starting moving again, heading home. I got there and hurried into the
house. No one was home. Not a good sign. I got on the phone trying to call
the radio station, of course it was busy, it always was. I called the
police next. I had to find out something, anything.

I explained who I was and what I wanted.  I was put on hold. It took some
time but a friend I knew, came back on line. Seems he was working that
shift.

I ask him what was up with what I had heard on the way home.

He kind of gets this tone on me and said " I wish you would come down here
so we can talk in person. Or if you would like I will come there".

I told him no, talk to me, what the hell is going on.

He says, "I would really rather talk to you in person".

Again I tell him no, this is fine now please talk to me.

He goes, " well I am sorry to tell you this, but it seems last night around
2:00 someone tried to rob the pizza place. They came in right before
closing time. It looks like they made someone open the safe and took all
the money. They the procedded to take everyone to the back where the shot
them. There were three employees and I am afraid A.J. was one of them. I am
really sorry , and I know its a bad time and all , but we need you to come
down here..."

He never finished the sentence. I dropped the phone.  I was numb. How in
the hell could this happen? I just sat there. Tears began to come to
me. Then the flood gates opened. I could not help myself.  I just started
crying and crying.

I am not sure how long I sat there. All I know is it was going on noon
already. I was a mess. I called work and told them I needed a little time
off. I explained that a family emergency had come up and I needed time to
take care of the problem. Thats what I liked about this company. The boss
told me not to worry, but to take whatever time I needed and let him know
when I was coming back.  I told him a week was probably enough and if I
needed more I would let him know. He says fine and that he will work it
out.

I went to take a shower. I was really a mess.  I needed to get cleaned
up. After getting out of the shower I could hear someone knocking on the
door. I went to open it.

There standing at the door was my friend from the police department. I
invited him in. We went to sit on the sofa and started talking. He starts
to tell me the details as best he can again while I start to get teary eyed
again. He says it looked like someone knew what they were doing and when
would be a good time to do it. He thinks it could have been someone who
might have worked there before. He also says they never had a chance. He
goes on to tell me that no matter what, he would make it his job to find
out who done this and to bring them to justice. He tells me about the other
two people. One was another teenager boy working there part time and the
other one was a girl about 20 who was working her way through college. She
was not suppost to work that night, but another employee couldn't make it
so she volunteered. He tells me I need to come down there and identify the
body. The body. That sounded so cold. I couldn't help it. I let loose
again. I just leaned into him and cried my eyes out. He let me until I
stopped. When I calmed down I moved away from him. I knew he wasn't gay and
I didn't want to get to personal, but it felt good just to hold on to
someone for a minute. We talked for a few more minutes and then he says he
has to get going.

He tells me, "if you need anything at all let me know. I know you and
A.J. got close in these few weeks and I know you will miss him. So please
let me know if there is anything I can do to help."

He knows I am gay, but it doesn't matter. We are still friends. It was good
to know he was there to support me.

After he left tho I felt lonely and sad. It had only been a couple hours
and I felt like my life was over. I was hungary and tired. At least it was
the weekend. Some weekend, we were suppost to go and... That was all it
took. I started crying and could not stop. I felt so alone, so lonesome.

I cried until I fell asleep. When I awoke the whole house was in
darkness. Wow I slept that long. I was hungary so I went to the kitchen to
find something. I looked until I found something that looked good, but for
some reason I just couldn't eat. I nibbed a little, but that was all. Man
this was hard. My whole life had now changed. I sat there at the kitchen
table and started to think.  Think about all the good times we had and what
I would miss.

Just then the phone rang again.  I didn't want to answer it and almost
didn't. It was my friends wife on the phone. She gave me her sympathy and
then told me not to worry. Her and her husband would make all the
arrangments. She would call me back later with all the details. We talked
for awhile and it seemed to help. She also knows I am gay, but its never
been a problem.

After we hung up I did feel better. Even tho my life was now going to be
different I know I had friends that would help.

I tried to get some sleep that night, but it was no use. I didn't have that
nice warm body next to me. I just layed there most of the night.

The next day I got the call with all the arrangements having been made. We
talked for awhile and I made sure I had the dates and times right.

The next few days were a blur.  I don't remember anything. I didn't get
much sleep and I wasn't hungry. I just went through the motions.

The day come for the funural. I knew this would be my worse day ever.  I
had some bad days before but it would not compare to this day.

When I got there I was surprised by how few people were there. There was
some of my friends and some of his. The minister and the people that worked
at the funeral home. Also saw a couple of people I did not know. What I did
not see was anyone from his family.  You mean they could not even come to
his funeral.  I know they knew. This was beyond belief.  I don't care what
they thought of him they could have aleast showed up at his funeral. But,
this was no time to get angry. I had more important things on my mind.

I stayed there throughout the service and then went to the cemetary.  I was
the last one to leave. I just sat there for ever it seemed. I knew I would
miss him forever and a day. I started to cry again knowing it was over. I
had someone in my life and now they were gone. Taken away from me by
someone who did not care. Someone who didn't care about a life or a lost
love.  I hope they gets this person and string him up.  If they want I will
help. The longer I sat there the madder I got. I had to get home so I could
calm down. As long as I was here I would always be angry.

I woke in the middle of the night and felt so depressed. I wanted to call
his name and have him answer, but I knew he would not. I felt so alone I
didn't want to go on. I decided that this would have to be the end. If I
could not have A.J. my life was not worth living. I would never be able to
cope without him.

I went to the closet to get my gun. I kept it loaded, don't ask me why. I
had a habit of that. I sat there for a few minutes and thought about all
that we had. I thought about the good times mostly, like there was any
bad. I thought about how fate had brought us together and now fate had torn
us apart. I thought about those warm lips of his and that nice warm body. I
thought about everything that was to do with him. I thought until I started
to cry. The more I cried the more depressed I got. I was feeling so empty.

Well I figured it was about that time. If I could not have him I might as
well die. I took the gun and made sure it was loaded. With tears in my eyes
I lifted the gun only to put it back down. I was crying so bad I would
probably miss.

 I went to pick it up again when I heard a knock at the door. Whoever it
was could just go away. The knocking got loader and loader until I felt I
could not ignore it anymore. I went to answer the door.

I asked who was there and what did they want. After all it was late in the
night.

"Open the door" came the voice on the other side.

Scott?
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Well thats my story. What do you think? I done this story for a couple
reasons. First I wanted to see if I could do it at all. After all I failed
english in school twice. I hated English. I can not read good and can not
write at all. Then I wanted to see if I could write something that was
funny, good, sad, sexy, mysterious and made people happy if only for a
minute. Then I wanted to see if I could get it published somewhere. I
wanted to know if I was good enough so other people would like it too. I
read "Nifty" alot so I thought if I could get them to put it on their site
then I would be happy.  When the first chapter appeared I stood up and
cheered.  Thanks "Nifty" for that.

Now I know all you people have lots of questions. Well let me answer some
of them here. This story is part true and part fiction. I do not drive so
that is out. I lived in New Orleans for awhile and now live in Mississippi
and do go to New Orleans when ever I can. I do know a person names A.J. and
no we have not and no we will not. And yes I do work at nights.

Also when I was 14 my parents got a divorce. I was shoveled back and forth
then left in New Orleans. I left behind a very dear friend. He was my
A.J. We lived in the same town and went to the same school. We were
inseperable. But when I left that last time we both were very sad about it
as you can imagine. I cried for 1,089 miles. Yes I know cause I counted
everyone. But being a minor without any rights I was forced to move on and
start again. I became bitter and hateful. I didn't want anything to do with
anyone. My parents could not do anything with me even after the beatings. I
became so hateful and at the same time got so depressed. I got mixed up
with an old man that had his own business and thought he was nice. Yeah he
was nice alright. He liked what he got from me anyway.

Then one day I got a phone call from my hometown. It seemed my A.J. got
caught with another boy and his parents went nuts.  They shamed him and
tried to cure him of such a terrible thing. The word got out that he was
gay. In school they started to pick on him and beat him up. He decided he
could not live through that anymore. So last night he took his own life. I
felt so bad I could not talk anymore. I just hung up the phone.

Since I was already so depressed I felt like I didn't want to go on. I too
almost killed myself, but not like in the story. If it wasn't for Scott
(not his real name by the way, but he knows who he is), I would not be here
today. He saved my life and made me see that there was a way through
this. We were friends before this, but we became best friends that day. And
if your wondering no we have not, and no we will not, I owe him more than I
can ever repay and sex will not be payment enough. We have a tie that is so
strong sex would only get in the way. He has his own partner and he don't
need me anyway. But he made me see that life is worth living and even when
things are down there is always something to live for.

Now don't feel sorry for me. Because I am going to make it. I still get
very depressed at times. I have to be reminded that life is worth it. And
whenever I feel depressed I can always call on Scott or Peter, his
friend. Thanks guys. I also get help from my friends here, like Michael and
Todd. Thanks guys. I also have made some wonderful friends in chat that
keep me on my toes. They help me more than they will ever know. Dougie,
Mike, Marky, John, Rick, Nikos, Gary, Tony and Andy when he gets
older. Thanks guys.

And one final word.

After I started this story I decided to dedicate it to my A.J. Yea I know,
but he was my first and I miss him still. I decided to take his name and
make it my own. Its all I can do to show him how much I miss him. And
wherever he is today I hope he is happy.

Thanks Allen for being my friend.

(Allen- April 14, 1983 to Sept 1, 1998)

jhw