Date: Sun, 13 Aug 2000 16:12:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: WIP MAN <worknprog@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bad Boy B-Rok: The Stripper Movie Parts 13-17

Okay, here's the next part. Pretty quick, too, eh? The usual stuff
applies here. This is all fiction, don't read it if you're not supposed
to, blah blah blah. Thanks to all the fans that responded
enthusiastically to the return of 'Bad Boy B-Rok' after a WHOLE FIVE
MONTHS. I swear I'll do better from now on, so don't kill me, aight?
Well, if you have any questions, answers, comments, feedback, want to say
you liked or hated the story, you know the drill. My addy is
worknprog@yahoo.com! And now, on with the story....


"And it's laughter that I feel when I think of you. It's one more dusty
rose about to turn. I'll see you when I reach New Mexico. If I'm in the
mood to crash and burn. I wrote a letter that I never mailed. I rehearsed
a dialogue in my head. In case you ever wanted to track me down, I'll
take my cell phone to bed. And it's laughter that I hear when I close my
eyes. And it's one more punchline I forgot to learn. I call you up when
my bottle's dry. I'm on my way to crash and burn."~Sheryl Crow.


Bad Boy B-Rok: The Stripper Movie
(Part 13)


"What do you mean you didn't open the window?" I thought it was a joke.
"I mean I didn't open the window. That gaping hole in the house that's
covered by glass? Well, I didn't open it." Nick laughed, thinking it was
all a joke.
"Fuck." I whispered and spun my head quickly back and forth, looking for
anything strange in the dark.
"Matt, chill babes. It's just an open window. I'm sure no one will find
out your little secret."
"Goddamnit, Nick! If neither you or I opened the window--who the fuck do
you think did?" I screamed in the quietest voice possible.
"Um, maybe the boogie man?" Nick mocked me.

I walked further into the den, Nick trailing behind me, probably thinking
I had gone crazy.

"Shit, I didn't think he'd actually break into the house. I thought he
was just fucking with me. Damnit, Nick! Why's this gotta happen to ME of
all people?" I carried on as I looked around for some sign of a burglar.
"What the hell are you talking about, Matt?" Nick walked up behind me and
spun me around to face him.
"There's somebody in the house, Nick." I answered simply, but with alot
of fear in my voice.
"Matt, stop being so melodramatic. It's just an open window." Nick's
statement was punctuated by the sound of something breaking two rooms
over in the living room.

Simultaneously, we both snapped our heads to look in the direction the
noise came from.

"Fuck." Nick whispered.
"Exactly." I was scared shitless.
"Come on, Matt. Let's get back upstairs and call the cops." Nick began to
try to drag me towards the stairs.
"Wait!" I jerked him back, stopping him. "What if it's just the dog or
something?"
"Did the dog open the window?!?!" Nick whispered frantically.
"Good point. Maybe we should go check it out?" I shrugged my shoulders,
but still afraid.
"Yeah, right! What if the son of a bitch has a gun?" Nick was frantic.
"Then I push you in front of me and run like a bitch." I rolled my eyes.

Even though it was dark, Nick could catch onto my facial expression.

"Okay, smart ass. If I get strangled or raped, you die."
"I don't think you have to worry about being raped." I tried to make a
joke, even though I felt like pissing myself.

Nick practically wrapped his arms around my neck as we slowly crept
towards the living room. We slowly crept through the hall that went under
the stairs and past the downstairs bathroom. We were about ten feet away
from turning the corner to the living room when there was another loud
"crash" sound. Nick and I both jumped up against the wall and hugged it
for all we were worth. We stood there, up against the wall, as there was
more crashing, then sounds of something being shredded. It sounded like
someone ripping paper, then there was another loud pound against the
wall, just on the other side of the wall we were against. Nick and I both
dropped to the floor and almost took off towards the stairs again. But
suddenly, there was a shattering of glass, then the noises stopped. Nick
got up quickly and began to run down the hall, but I ran after him and
grabbed him by the shirt.

"Come on!" I demanded and drug him towards the living room.
"Oh god, we're gonna die." Nick was almost crying.
"Well, we're gonna die together!" I was scared to death, but I wanted to
know what was going down--but not alone.

I managed to wrestle Nick all the way down the hall. When I saw the
entrance to the living room, I got more scared. The room was completely
dark--not exactly a tempting offer when there could be an axe murderer
standing behind the door, waiting to chop at the first thing he saw.

"Count of three?" I turned and asked Nick.

Nick just shook his head. I could tell in the dark that he was pale as a
ghost.

"Rush in and hit the light. If you see someone besides me--beat it's
ass." I explained in a very low voice.
"Okay." Nick croaked.
"Alright.....one." I stated lowly.

Starting to count made me more nervous. I could feel the sweat on my
forehead start to run down to the tip of my nose and drip off.

"Two..."

I rubbed my hands together, trying not to chicken out. Nick had a firm
hold on my bicep and was squeezing harder and harder, almost cutting off
my circulation. I paused for a long time after I said "two", wondering if
I really wanted to see what was going on in Barb's living room. I knew
that if I didn't go in, things could get even worse, though. "Fuck it", I
thought to myself and said the last one.

"Three!" I screamed and ran into the living room, dragging Nick behind
me.

Nick did what he was supposed to. He flipped on the light and started
beating the shit out of everything in sight. However, once the lights
were on, I stopped--horrified. The whole room was torn to hell. The glass
coffee table was shattered, the couch was shredded to shit, and things
were thrown everywhere, glass covered the floor. The window facing
towards the street was wide open, the curtains blowing with the wind that
poured in.

"Stop it, Nick!" I grabbed Nick away from the piece of furniture he had
chose to kick the crap out of.
"What the hell?" Nick turned away from his victim and looked at the scene
I was looking at.
"And it looks like the motherfucker got away." I was pissed as I walked
towards the window and looked out.
"Thank God! I sure as hell didn't want him to be in here when we came
in!" Nick exclaimed as he walked up behind me.
"Damnit!" I slammed my fist down into the windowsill.
"I'm gonna go get the guys, Matt. We need to call the cops or something."
Nick was more than exasperated.
"Aight." I sighed, not really wanting the guys to know about "the
man"--nor have Nick leave me alone in the living room.

I didn't have to worry for too long. Nick was back at my side, tugging at
my shirt in two seconds.

"Didn't want to go alone?" I had to laugh, even though I was still scared
shitless.
"Um, Matt? Look." Nick pulled me up from my bent down position.
"What?" I turned around to face the wall that was behind us.

It took a few seconds, but I knew I screamed. I know I screamed really
loud. Loud enough to wake everyone upstairs. Probably loud enough to wake
everyone in the neighborhood since the window was open. On the wall wall
above the two recliners were poster-sized pictures of me. All of the
pictures were of me in public places. At the mall. At the a movie
theater. At the premiere of one of my movies. Even one from the
restaurant I was at earlier with Brian. Above all the pictures, in blood
red paint, was the message "Scared Yet?" Just about the time I had
stopped screaming and had time to take in the whole situation, I heard
what sounded like a cattle herd coming down the stairs. In nothing flat,
Brian, Kevin, A.J. and Howie came charging into the living room to find
me and Nick standing there and staring at the wall.

"Matt?!?! What the hell is wrong with you two?" Brian ran towards me, not
having seen the wall yet.

All I could do was cover my mouth with my hand and point at the wall.

"What?" Brian shook me by the shoulders.

I pointed again with more conviction towards the scene in front of me.
Brian spun around to see what I was pointing at for him to see. His jaw
dropped.

"Jesus Christ."


(Part 14)


"So, you've been getting phone calls for the last three months?" Kevin
sat on the edge of the ripped up couch with the other guys.
"Yes. And the son of a bitch has been following me around, too. Obviously
more than I realize from the looks of all those pictures." I waved at the
wall across from me as I paced back and forth in front of the guys.

The guys just watched me as I walked back and forth. They all looked very
worried and spooked about the "stalker news", but somewhat intrigued at
the same time.

"And I know Barb must have a cigarette somewhere in this house!" I threw
my hands up and walked over to the end table by the couch and practically
yanked the drawer right out of it.

Sure enough, there was a pack of smokes and a lighter there, just waiting
on someone to smoke them. I snatched up the pack, yanked a cigarette out
and shoved it in my mouth. I had barely lit the cigarette and taken my
first drag when Brian jumped up and yanked it out of my mouth.

"That'll kill you." Brian scolded me as he chunked the lit smoke out of
the still open window.
"Well apparently I'm headed that way with or without 'em." I retorted and
lit another.
"Damnit, Matt. Don't say that!" Brian screamed.
"What?!? Do you know how easily that guy could've have killed any one of
us tonight?" I spun around, facing all the guys as I asked my retorical
question.
"Matt, if he had wanted to kill someone, he would've done it. Like you
said, it would've been easy." Howie stood and tried to feed me logic.
"That's right. But instead he chose to scare me some more first. So he
qualifies as a psycho, don'tcha think?" I laughed crazily as I exhaled a
puff of smoke.
"How long has this guy been fucking with you?" A.J. piped up.
"Just today or in general?" I sighed.
"Damn, Matt. Lose the sarcasm." A.J. replied.
"Sorry, it's not easy for me to be nice when someone is stalking and
wanting to kill me." I shrugged my shoulders.
"So how long?" Brian grabbed my shoulders and looked me in the eyes.
"I don't know, about three months." I suddenly got calm looking into his
eyes.
"Fuck." Brian let go of my shoulders and slunk over to the recliner to
sit down.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." I snorted.
"Are we gonna call the cops or what?" Nick suddenly joined the
conversation.
"Just give me a second to think!" I swung my arms around in the air
wildly.
"The cops already know." Brian barely spoke loud enough for us to hear.
"Huh?" Nick spun around in his seat to look at Brian.

Brian got up from his seat and walked over to the open window, making a
chill run up my spine.

"Brian, what are you mumbling about?" I asked quickly.
"The cops arleady know, Matt. The cops in New York AND the cops in L.A."
Brian sighed.
"B-Rok, how could they know about this?" Kevin asked slowly.
"Well, they don't know about THIS..." Brian waved his arm and began to
explain.
"But?" Howie leaned forward in his seat.

Brian began to explain again, but just stopped and looked at me, his eyes
tearing up. I stood there, wanting to run over and shake the shit out of
him until he spoke and explained what he was talking about, but at the
same time, I felt really sorry for him. I don't know why I felt sorry for
him. I didn't know what he was going to say. But seeing him tear up was
enough to make me want to cry with him.

"Guys, could you excuse us?" I turned to the guys and pleaded.

All of the guys could see something was going on, but didn't really want
to miss out on what would be said. Reluctantly, they all got up from
their seats and headed towards the door. I turned to Brian as they all
left the room and saw the tears rolling down his cheeks. I walked over to
the couch and sat down slowly, still holding the cigarette between my
lips.

"Come here." I held my hands up, motioning for Brian to come sit by me.

Brian slunk over to me, wiping the tears from his eyes with the back of
his hands, and sat down slowly next to me.

"What's going on, baby?" I asked slowly.
"Matt, you're going to be so pissed at me." Brian began bawling and
grabbed onto me, burying his face in my chest.

I suddenly forgot the whole "stalker thing" and about the fact that the
living room looked like Freddy Kreuger redid it and held onto Brian,
stroking his hair as he cried into my chest. We stayed there for several
minutes before I began to question Brian again.

"Come on, Brian. Tell me what's going on." I leaned back and held his
head in my hands, making him face me.
"Matt, you're going to hate me. I should've told you before." Brian
looked at me through watery eyes.
"Baby, what do you know about this?" I asked, knowing I wouldn't like
what I was going to hear.
"Barb told me about this. She told me way before you even knew anything
about it. We didn't think it was going to come to this, though. We
thought this was just some other wanna be stalker. It happens all the
time. An actor gets a few nasty notes and dirty pictures from some
psycho, the police find the guy, tell him to cool it, and that ends that.
I never thought the fucker would spend three months stalking you and
breaking into Barb's house." Brian spoke so quickly that I could barely
make out what he was saying.
"When did she tell you about this?" I was dumbfounded.
"You were sick, Matt. We didn't want to give you more shit to worry
about. You didn't need that...."
"When I was in the hospital?" I asked quickly, interupting him.
"Yeah. You were out of it anyway. Barb came and told me that she had
gotten quite a few letters from some freak mixed in with your fan mail."
Brian kept explaining.
"And?"
"Well, she said it seemed like the usual 'I hate your movies and want to
kill you' crap that stalkers send. She said she'd seen it a dozen times
and the stalkers never made good on their promises."
"Why didn't she tell me?" I asked in awe.
"She asked me if we should. But you were sick at the time. I told her
that you didn't more to worry about. So we just decided to forget it. We
had no idea the guy was bothering you." Brian clutched onto me again and
began crying into my chest.

I sat there for the longest time, just holding on to Brian as he cried
more into my chest. I thought it was pretty ironic that Brian was crying
when I was the one with the stalker. I stroked Brian's hair as I kept my
eyes on the open window in front of us. I wondered how I was going to
take care of this situation. What was I going to do? What if this guy
really wanted to kill me?

"Are you mad at me, baby?" Brian interupted my thoughts.
"No." I looked down at him. "It'll be aight, Brian. We'll fix this one
way or another."

I hugged Brian tightly to me as I kept wondering how I was going to fix
something like this.


(Part 15)


"You are so fucking fired!" I screamed into the cordless phone as I paced
back and forth in the living room, smoking like a chimney.
"Matt, what the hell is wrong with you?" Barb groaned back.

I know Barb had been asleep when I called her, because it was just
beginning to get light outside in California. All the guys had eventually
gone back to bed, but I couldn't. I stayed in the living room and paced
back and forth in front of my stalkers handiwork while I smoked and
cooked up the idea to call Barb and bitch her out.

"Brian told me that you two knew about that fucking freak!" I screamed
more.
"What freak? Matt, what are you yapping about?"
"The stalker, Barb!"
"What stalker? Matt, I'm half asleep here, start making sense or I'm
going back to bed." Barb moaned.
"Barbara," I spoke slowly and calmly this time,"some fucking froot loop
broke into your house tonight."
"Do what?!?!" I could practically see Barb sit up in bed.
"Some guy broke into your house and tore up your couch, coffee table and
tried to re-wallpaper the place with pictures of me." I explained, trying
to stay calm as I puffed on my cigarette.
"Matt, didn't I tell you to lay off the crack?" Barb asked slowly.
"That's not funny, Barb. I'm in deep shit here." I sighed and plopped
down on the couch.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes, Barb. I'm totally serious here. I'm up shit creek without any
paddles. I don't even have a fuckin' boat when you think about it."
"Okay, I'm on the next plane." I could hear Barb groan as she got out of
her bed.
"What do I do until you get back?" I asked quickly.
"Do you have Brian with you?" Barb asked.
"Yeah, Brian and the guys are here with me."
"I'm calling Bob. I'm going to tell him you can't film for awhile. How
much do you guys have left on the movie?"
"I only have one more scene to shoot."
"Which one?"
"Which one do you think?"
"Well shit." Barb said in an exhausted breath.
"Yeah, I know. I'm so fucked here, Barb. I'm sorry about yelling at you,
but I'm scared shitless." I practically whispered.
"What? What was that? Is Matt scared?" Barb tried to make light of the
situation.
"I know. I'm scared, Barb. I'm really scared."
"I'm on the next plane. You guys go to a hotel room A.S.A.P., k?" Barb
instructed.
"Aight."
"And stop smoking my cigarettes. You were doing so good for awhile
there."
"Yes, mother."
"Love you, Matt. I'll see you as soon as I can. Just make sure to keep
your cell phone on so I can get in touch with you when I land, k?"
"Okay, hurry...." I whispered right after Barb hung up.



"Wakey, wakey everyone! Get your shit packed." I shouted as I walked down
the hall towards Brian and my room.

I pounded on each door as I sleepily stumbled towards my destination.

"Matt, what the hell are you doing?" Nick peeked his head out of his
room.
"We've gotta go." I stated blankly without even turning around. "Get
everyone to get all their shit together. We're going to stay at the
Hilton."
"Oh, aight." Nick knew I was serious.

I walked into my room to see Brian sitting on the edge of the bed, his
head in his hands, slowly waking up.

"Get ready, baby. We gots to go." I tried not to sound too scared.
"Okay." Brian groaned as he rubbed his eyes more.

I opened the closet and got our suitcases out and walked over to the bed,
laying them down and opening them. I quickly began going through the
dresser drawers, yanking out clothes to take with me. After I had thrown
as many clothes as I could into one suitcase, I went to the closet and
began yanking more clothes off of hangers. I grabbed as many pairs of
shoes and sandals as I could and hauled them over to the bed with my
armful of clothes.

"Baby?"
"Yeah?" I replied hastily, not stopping to look up.
"Do you plan on staying at the hotel for a couple years?" Brian asked
meekly.
"What do you mean?" I finally looked up to see Brian staring at me.
"Matt, you're packing every single bit of clothes you have."
"Oh." I looked down at the pile of clothes and shoes I had accumulated.
"Are you scared?"
"I'm petrified, Brian."

Brian just sat there, just looking me in the eyes, as if looking right
into my soul and reading my thoughts.

"Why me, Brian? What's so special about me? What did I ever do to that
sick fuck? I just want to make movies and spend my life with you. I don't
want anything extraordinary." I sighed and plopped down on the bed.

We sat there in silence, just looking at each other, not knowing what to
say. Brian then suddenly stood up and walked over to his side of the
closet. He pulled out a pair of blue jeans and quickly slipped them on.
He slipped a sweater on over his head and grabbed one of my "Gilligan
hats" and slipped on some sandals.

"Come on, boy." Brian grabbed me with one hand and the one closed
suitcase with the other.
"What are you doing?" I asked, having to smile at how Brian was taking
charge.
"Just come on." Brian drug me out of the room and down the hall.

We got to the stairs and Brian stopped, looking back towards the guys
rooms.

"The car's leaving in two minutes guys! Get your asses in gear!" Brian
hollered down the hall.

It didn't take the guys long to decide they better go with us or get left
behind, because withint two seconds, the guys were coming out of the
rooms and coming towards us with their luggage in hand.

"Do you think we're getting out of here quick enough?" Howie snipped, his
eyes still red from no sleep.
"Not soon enough." Brian retorted and lead us all down the stairs towards
the garage.


(Part 16)


I stood there on the balcony with my arms crossed on the ledge, a
cigarette dangling between two fingers. I tilted my head towards the sky
as the afternoon sun beat down on my face. I could still hear Brian
snoring loudly from the bed. I looked over the ledge, down six stories to
the pool area below. I watched as the other guests at the hotel swam and
hollered at each and horseplayed. The kids were having a blast splashing
each other and playing Marco Polo. I smiled slightly to myself as I
finished the cigarette and snubbed it out on the ledge.
I contemplated going in and waking Brian up as I stood there looking out
across the city. I was so tired. I felt weak, but I was afraid to go to
sleep. I wasn't exactly safe when I closed my eyes. I knew I was safe in
the hotel. No one knew I was here except Brian and the guys, and I knew
they wouldn't tell anyone. I didn't have too long to think about much. I
heard Brian make a loud snorting noise like someone shoved a handerchief
up his nose, then I heard him crawl out of the bed. I just stood there
where I was, waiting for him to come and get me.

"Baby?" Brian peeked his head out the door just like I expected.
"Uh huh?" I turned around and propped both elbows up on the ledge, facing
him.
"Did you get any sleep?" He asked as he came over and wrapped his arms
around my midsection, burying his face in my chest.
"No, I can't sleep." I replied as I kissed him on the top of his head.
"Can't or don't want to?" Brian looked up at me and asked.
"A little of both." I smiled faintly.
"I bet I can help you sleep." Brian grinned.
"I don't think that'll even work." I replied.
"I wasn't talking about THAT." Brian laughed and began to drag me towards
back into the room.

I slowly followed Brian, holding his hand tightly as he pulled me into
the room and closed the sliding glass door behind us. Brian closed the
blackout curtain and pulled me over to the bed. Slowly, he pulled me down
onto the bed with him. I was expecting him to want something, but he sat
up towards the top of the bed, resting his head on the headboard. Then he
pulled me up towards him and pulled my head down on his chest. Out of
reflex, I pulled my legs up on the bed and kicked my shoes off. I wrapped
my arms around his chest and nuzzled my head in his chest as I snuggled
up to him.

"I love you, baby."
"I love you more, Brian." I replied as I felt him kiss my forehead.
"Now get some sleep, baby."
"I can't..." I started.
"Just try."

I did as Brian told me and nuzzled closer to him, breathing slowly as I
felt his chest rise and lower underneath my head, lulling me slowly
towards sleep. It wasn't long before my eyes shut and I felt sleep
overtake me.



It was quiet, and very dark, when I woke up in my hotel room. I rolled
over slowly, stretching my arms out, and reached for Brian. My eyes shot
open when I realized I was in bed alone. I sat up quickly in the bed and
began rubbing my eyes frantically, trying to get fully awake. No light
was coming through the balcony curtains. I knew I had been asleep for a
long time. I looked over at the bedside table at the alarm clock.
Eleven-Thirty. It hadn't been that long, but long enough for the day to
be gone and the night to creep up on me. I began to reach to turn on the
lamp when the most terrifying thing possible happened. The phone rang.

"Fuck." I stated audibly as I looked in the direction of the phone.

Who the hell would be calling my hotel room this late at night? Only one
person came to mind. The guy that broke into Barb's house.

BRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIING.

I didn't know if I should pick up the phone or run for the door to find
Brian. I didn't know if I wanted to do either. I also felt like sliding
back under the covers like a little schoolboy hiding from the Boogie
Monster.

BRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIING.

I decided quickly that I better answer it. I reached for the phone slowly
and breathed deeply before finally picking up the phone.

"Hello?" I asked cautiously as I pulled the phone to my ear.
"Matt?"
"Yes?"
"It's Brian, baby." I exhaled loudly as he announced it was only him.
"Thank God." I was relieved.
"Hey, we're down in Nick and A.J.'s room," Brian chuckled,"come on down
if you feel up to it."
"Aight, I'll be down in a bit. I definitely ain't gonna stay in here by
myself."
"Okay, baby. Love you."
"Love you more." I smiled to myself as I hung the phone up.

I slowly stood up, throwing the covers off. I stretched high above my
head, almost touching the ceiling and making my shirt come up, exposing
my tummy. I yawned loudly before plopping back down on the bed and
reaching for my pack of cigarettes. I shook a cigarette out of the pack
and shoved it between my lips. It took me a minute or two, but I finally
found the lighter on the table. I finally determined which end I had to
light and flicked the wheel, making the room light up ominously from the
glow of the orange flame. I got my cigarette lit and inhaled deeply. I
felt much better with my lungs full of smoke. I smiled to myself and let
the lighter fall onto the bed. Something caught my eye. In the corner of
the room there was something. I didn't have time to see what it was
before the lighter had gone out, but something WAS there. I scrambled for
the lighter, losing my grip on it several times from the adrenaline
rushing through my body. I finally got the lighter back into my sweaty
hand and lit it after five or six tries.
The thing in the corner was closer than when I had last seen it. It
wasn't exactly an inanimate object. It was a person. A person all in
black with some type of ski mask over their face. I was paralyzed. There
was a fucking person in my hotel room in burglar clothes. Standing right
in front of me. Looking into my eyes.

"Hello, Matt."

The voice. I knew that voice from so many phone calls. I couldn't say
anything, I just stared at the figure before me like a deer in
headlights.

"Are you ready to die?" The man cackled with in a sinister manner.
"Huh?" I suddenly felt like laughing.
"Are you ready to die, faggot?!?" The man screamed loudly, but not too
loud for anyone outside of the room to hear.
"Am I ready to die? See Scream much?" I gave an indignant laugh.

The man didn't answer or get upset, he just reach into some hidden
compartment in his vest he had on and slowly pulled out a very long and
very shiny and very scary looking knife. I just took a step back, making
sure I was out of reach. I could see the man smiling evily through the
mouth-hole in his ski mask. The lighter suddenly began to burn my finger
and I had to let the flame go out. It didn't last long, soon I was
flicking the wheel again so I wouldn't be alone in the dark with this
psycho. As soon as I could see again, the man was much closer to me,
close enough to have stabbed me without me even knowing to get out of the
way.

"Jesus!" I screamed and jumped back several feet.
"I don't see you laughing now bright boy." The guy laughed.
"Fuck you!" I screeched, making my throat crack.
"From where I'm standing, I'm not the one that's fucked." The guy replied
angrily and lunged forward, swinging the knife at me.

I quickly move out of the way, but not so far that I couldn't hear the
knife make a "swoosh" sound as it went by my head. I almost fell over and
had to reach out to grab the table behind me to keep from falling over.
In my grasping, I let go of the lighter again, losing sight of the man
again. I quickly ran in the direction of the bed and jumped, grasping the
lighter in my hand. I landed on the bed and jumped off the over side.
When I landed, I lit the lighter again and looked towards the other side
of the bed. The guy was standing there, holding the knife in his hand and
some shredded material in the other. The man just chuckled evily as he
swung the clothe back and forth in front of him.
I couldn't figure out what was in his hand, until I looked down towards
my arm and saw a huge chunk of my t-shirt missing. The shredded sides of
the hole in my shirt almost made me faint. I could've been cut--and not
just on the arm.

"You crazy fuck." I looked up from my torn sleeve to the guy.
"Did you really think going to some hotel was going to make you safe?"
The man threw the piece of my shirt down and brandished the knife
menacingly in my direction.
"Well if you're going to do something with that knife, why don't you
shove it up your ass?" I laughed, but was scared shitless, knowing the
next slash wouldn't just be at my shirt.
"You should learn to keep your mouth shut." The man jumped up on the bed,
making me jump back against the wall, making a loud 'thud' sound.
"Come on, then!" I shouted as I regained my stance.
"You're not afraid to die?" The man asked.
"I'm not afraid of you you fucking pussy!" I shouted.
"Then maybe I'll have to kill your cute little boyfriend, too." I could
see the man's huge grin again. "I could kill him anytime. No one can
protect either one of you."
"FUCK YOU!" I screamed.

The man came charging off the bed towards me, knife pointed right at my
gut. I quickly jumped out of the way and dropped the lighter. The room
was completely black again. When I heard the man hit the wall I was just
standing against, I ran as fast as I possibly could towards the door to
my room. I hit the door running at full speed and tore it open. I didn't
even look behind me as I ran down the hall at breakneck speed towards
Nick's room. I was halfway there when I looked behind me and saw the man
running after me. I turned my head back to the front of me and ran faster
than I thought possible. I didn't stop running until I got to Nick's
room. I stopped so fast I thought I'd slide further down the hall and
right past the room. I quickly began banging on Nick's door.

"Let me in!!!!!" I screamed loudly, looking back to see the man coming
closer. "Goddamn it, open the door!"

It seemed like an eternity from when I got to the door and when Brian
opened the door and let me in. He didn't exactly "let" me in, I pushed my
way in.

"Matt? What the hell is wrong?" Brian grabbed me by the shoulders and
shook me.
"That fucker is right behind me, close the goddamn door!" I screamed and
tried to shut the room door.
"Matt, have you gone insane?" Brian laughed nervously and stopped me from
shutting the door.
"Brian, shut the fucking door!" I screeched, making my voice crack again.

Brian just shoved me out of the way and shoved his way into the hall. I
was expecting the man to come running up and stab Brian to death, but
nothing happened.

"There's no one out here, baby." Brian looked back in the door at me like
I was crazy.


(Part 17)


"Goddamnit, Brian, there WAS somebody in here!" I insisted as all six of
us stood in the middle of the hotel suite that Brian and I were staying
in.

I knew I sounded insane. The only thing that was "torn up" about the room
was the bed I had just gotten out of. Other than that one minor detail,
nothing seemed out of place or looked like I had just almost gotten
killed.

"Matt, are you sure it wasn't just a dream?" A.J. came over to me and
asked lowly.
"It wasn't a fucking dream!"
"Listen, Matt. It's okay now." Brian came up to me and hugged me. "You're
just really tired and need to get some more sleep. It's no wonder you're
so out of it. You've had to delay filming the rest of your scenes, this
guy broke into the house last night and you're just tired, baby."
"I'm not tired, I'm not out of it, and I'm not crazy. That sick bastard
just tried to kill me, Brian!" I pushed him away and sat down on the bed.
"Matt, there's no one here. You were just having a dream." Brian leaned
down and tried to calm me down.
"IT WASN'T A FUCKING DREAM!" I jumped up to face them all.

I had my hand clenched in the sheet, and when I jumped up to look at all
of the guys, I pulled the sheet up with me. As I yanked the sheet up,
something flew out of the covers and landed on the floor with a "thud"
sound on the other side of the bed.

"What was that?" I turned away from the guys when I heard the noise.

I dropped the sheet back on the bed and tried to look over the bed from
where I was standing, but I couldn't see anything.

"Matt, what was it?" Howie asked slowly as I tried to peek over the bed
at the mysterious object.
"I don't know." I replied, almost whispering.

I slowly walked around the end of the bed, trying to find what had fallen
off the bed. When I got to the other side of the bed, I saw the object.
At first I almost gasped at the sight, but instead, I knelt down and
picked it up, still holding it low where to guys couldn't see what I had.

"Matt?" Brian spoke up in a shaky voice.
"What is it, Matt?" Kevin stepped a little bit closer to the bed.

I just stared at the object I had in my hand for a few more seconds, and
looked up at the guys from my position of kneeling on the floor.

"Brian, did Barb call?"
"About an hour ago, why?" Brian looked like he was about to freak out.
"Where was she?" I asked, looking down at the object again.
"She was calling from her car. She said she was going to go home, then
she'd be over in the morning. What the fuck is it, Matt?" Brian spoke so
quick I could barely understand.
"We've got to go." I stood up, showing them the hunting knife I had in my
hand.
"Fucking Christ!" Nick jumped back.
"Dream my ass." I sighed.

All the guys just stood there, just staring at the huge knife I had.
Suddenly, Brian spoke up.

"Matt, what's that?" He asked, pointing to the paper paper stuck to the
end of the knife.

I pulled the paper off of the end of the knife and held it up for the
guys to look at.

"Matt, is that..." A.J. began to speak.
"....it's a picture of Barb!" Howie finished.
"We've got to go." I threw the knife and the picture down on the bed and
headed for the door.
"You guys stay here. We're going to get Barb." Brian chased me out the
door, giving instructions to the guys.

Brian and I practically ran down the hall to the elevator. I kept pushing
the button over and over again until finally the elevator arrived and we
jumped in. I kept tapping my foot and chewing my lip as we rode the
elevator down. I just knew that sicko had made an extra stop back at
Barb's house and was going to fuck with her. Maybe even kill her. I
didn't know what to think, I just knew Barb was in danger. She was in
danger just 'cause she knew me.
Finally, the elevator got us to the lobby and Brian and I made a mad dash
for the parking garage. Luckily it was after midnight so the lobby was
fairly vacant, otherwise we would have knocked quite a few people over on
our way. Brian and I quickly found his car and hopped in. I was just
fastening my seatbelt as Brian peeled out of his parking spot on the way
to Barb's house.

"Brian, from now on when I tell you that I've just had a guy try to kill
me, trust me, okay?" I scolded him as I pulled a cigarette out of the
pack to help calm my nerves.
"Okay, so I fucked up. I didn't believe anyone would know we were there."
Brian apologized. "Don't light that in here."
"Hey, I almost died, you can deal with some smoke." I replied and lit it.
"How the hell did you get away from a guy with a knife?" Brian shook his
head as we sped thru a redlight.

I didn't know how to answer. I just shook my head.

"He almost got you." Brian stated and looked down at the cut sleeve on my
shirt.
"I guess you can do almost anything if you're faced with death." I
replied and puffed on my smoke, trying not to think about how close I had
been.
"I guess so..." Brian trailed off, probably trying to keep his mind off
of it, too.
"Jesus Christ, Brian, can't you go any faster? What if that fucker is
killing Barb right now?" I screeched.
"Matt, I'm going a hundred already, how much faster do you want me to
go?" Brian replied calmly as we sped thru downtown Beverly Hills.

I tried to keep silent and just let Brian drive the rest of the way.
Finally, I could see us coming upon the street that Barb lived on, and
grabbed the door handle, waiting for Brian to pull into her driveway so I
could jump out. When Brian pulled up in the driveway, I kept yanking on
the door, but it wouldn't open.

"Unlock it, Brian!" I spoke quickly.

Brian unlocked the doors and I jumped out, not bothering to close the
door behind me. Brian was right behind me, not wanting me to go into the
dark house alone. I ran up to the door and hand the knob in my hand when
I looked up and saw the piece of paper taped to the door.

"Matt, I'm waiting inside for you?" Brian read it out loud over my
shoulder as my hand began to shake on the knob. "Did Barb leave that?"
"Who do you think left it, Brian?" I asked, my hand still shaking on the
knob.
"It doesn't necessarily have to be from him, it could be from Barb."
Brian tried to think of something to keep from getting scared.
"That's not Barb's handwriting, Brian." I stated and pulled my hand away
from the knob.
"Are you going to go in?" Brian asked.
"No."
"No?"
"Go get on your cell phone and call the cops, Brian..."
"But he might leave if he sees the cops coming. Or he might do something
irrational if he's in there with Barb!" Brian stated quickly.
"I almost got stabbed by that fucker once tonight, I ain't takin' two
chances in one night. Please just call the cops." I replied.

Brian ran back over to his car and hopped in. He grabbed his cell phone
and quickly dialed 9-1-1......


TO BE CONTINUED.........


Hope you all enjoyed this section. I'm trying to put out sections a bit
quicker than I normally do. Anyway, remember if you have anything to say,
ask, blah blah blah, e-mail me at worknprog@yahoo.com!

To DR- "Crazy, my thinkin' was hazy. Placin' you in the kitchen with
apron and skillet preparing me dinner. But to serve's not your forte.
Lonely, I bet I was only lookin' in your direction for some small
affection, but you made me love you. 'Cause you always get your way."~You
Always Get Your Way, Sheryl Crow.