Date: Fri, 5 Aug 2011 17:06:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jake Harper <jakeharper50@yahoo.com>
Subject: Forget About It ; Chapter 6

{Forget About It is pure fiction. As I am writing this story, I am above
the age of 21. If you want a story with lots of sex, look elsewhere. This
is a love story. Seeing as it is a love story, sex is in there, but it's in
realistic balance in the characters' lives.

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Forget About It

Chapter 6: When One Life Ends, Another One Begins

(Ben's view)

I wake up next to this guy, this great guy who, who doesn't realize what is
going to happen next.

             "Jake...  I can't do this. I'm sorry but this, this isn't
right and I... I really need some time to think. I'm sorry, I said I
wouldn't hurt you but... I just really can't do this."
 `Maybe one day when I realize what needs to happen in my life we can
work'. Haha if only I could say that. I'm surprised that I said what I did
already but it needed to be said. Whether he was awake or not...

I get up and leave Jake's sleeping body in the park. If there were anything
that has happened in my life that made me want to crawl up in a ball and
cry my eyes out this would be it. Tears fall from my eyes as I near the
corner of the street. The creep is outside of course which doesn't make
things better.

"Ben, are you alright?"

            "Just stop right there! You don't know me and you have no right
to talk to me. Just leave me alone!"

"I'm sorry. Just do me a favor and be careful ok?"

            "Yea.  Sure."

I walk further down the street and storm into my house. It's probably nine
o' clock in the morning right now. My mom is on the couch looking like she
has been up late drinking the life out of her.

"Where have you been Ben?"

            "Making the biggest mistake of my life, how bout' you?"

"DON'T BE A SMART-ASS BEN! YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING WORRIED I'VE BEEN? I
THOUGHT YOU WERE MURDERED JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER!"

            My mom has never yelled like this. I can't help but feeling
guilty for putting her through what feelings she's been feeling all
night. "Mom..."

"No Ben, don't. Don't try to explain anything because I really don't care
anymore. I'm going to my room, I.... I really just can't deal with this
anymore."

            "Mom I'm sorr..."

"Stop."

Great. My life is just fucking great. My mom walks up the stairs and I hear
the door shut to her room. I really just can't believe anything right
now. I am truly sorry for not telling her, I really screwed up.  I can't
imagine how she must be feeling right now. She just lost her husband to a
mysterious murder and then her son disappears out of the blue. I am so
sorry and I wish she would just give me the chance to tell her. All my
thoughts dissipate as a gun shot rings from upstairs. I run upstairs and
burst into my mom's bedroom already having an idea of what I might see. As
I look to the ground, I see the worst sight anyone could ever see. I kneel
to the ground and hold my dead mother's hand.

(Jake's view)

I can't. I can't really describe what I feel right now. Hurt maybe, sad a
little? Betrayed. Yep that's it, betrayed. He said he wouldn't hurt me. Not
hurting me is staying by my side while I sleep, staying until I wake up so
that he has a chance to tell me good morning and that he actually cared for
me. Leaving me in a park all by myself is the exact opposite of not hurting
me. How could he do this to me? I actually cared about him and accepted the
fact that I have feelings for him despite what anybody else might think. I
fucking changed my sexuality for this ass-hole! I look at my phone to see
what time it is. Wow. Ten o' clock and I'm already feeling this dreadful.

"Hey Jake...." I turn around to see Ben standing behind me with tears
running down his face.

            "Ben, are you ok? What happened?" I surprised myself at how
quickly I just forgave him.

"Jake, my mom she's.... she's dead Jake... she killed herself..."

            "Oh my god. Ben I am so sorry." I get up and pull him into a
hug as he starts to bawl. "I am so sorry for all that you are going through
right now Ben. I... I don't know what to say."

We stay like this for a good amount of time before he finally pulls away
and pushes a whisper out but it is too soft for me to hear what he says.

            "What?"

"I'm leaving Jake. I can't stay here any longer."

            "What?!  Why?"

"Are you really asking me that question? So much shit has happened and I
need to get away."

            "Do you really have to leave?"

"There's nothing left for me here."

            "Yea?  What about me? Do I not mean anything to you?"

"Jake, it was just a.... a..."

            "Just say it. It was just a mistake."

"Jake I am sorry."

            "If you're really sorry, you won't leave..."

"It's... I have to go. Bye Jake."

Wow. Hurt. Yea I'm pretty much feeling all hurt right now and that salty
liquid that comes out people's eyes, well yea that starts coming out my
eyes like crazy. Oh wait those are called tears! Tears of fucking hurt!
Look at him just walking away! Walking away from something great that can
happen! Why? WHY?! I can help him recuperate emotionally. I can be there
for him. Why doesn't he see that? Why can't he love me just like I love
him?

 (Ben's view)

Something inside me wants to cry out `Why me? Why is this all happening to
me?' but I can't. I want to move on and in order to move on I just have to
forget about it. I've cried my tears and I just need to move on now.

"Kid, this is the last stop. You need to get off."

I had probably been on the bus for five hours. I don't know where I'm
going. I don't know how I'm going to be able to live there once I get
there. I just needed to leave everything behind.

"Kid! Get off!"

I get off the bus and walk right towards a restaurant. I have some money in
my pocket, like 200 bucks.

"Avez-vous une réservation?" The guy standing at the door said.

            "Umm...  excuse me?"

"Oh, you are Americano, no?"

            "Haha yea..."

"Sorry. Umm how do you say, uh, table? Yes?"

            "Umm.  Yea I'd like a table. Please."

"Good. Uh follow?"

            "Haha ok."

I have never encountered someone who couldn't speak English.  Awesome...  I
follow Mr. Frenchie down the row of tables.

"You are staying here?"

            "Downtown?  Umm yea I think I might. You live around here?"

Before Frenchie has the time to answer, two men walk in the front door and
head straight towards us.

"Thank you Agent Rider."

            "No problem Sir."

Did Frenchie just fake his Frenchness? What a jerk! More importantly who
are these men?

"Ben Miller?" One of the men asks

            "Yea, who are you?"

"I am Agent Simms. I was a very close friend of your dad. I am so sorry for
the loss of your parents." How did he know about that?

            "Yea, me too. Did you need something because before you walked
in, I was about ready to order some food."

"I will have Agent Rider pack that up in a `To Go' box.  Please come with
me Mr. Miller." Ugh, Mr. Miller? I really hate it when people call me
Mr. "You must hurry Ben. We have a lot to discus."

            "Umm yea, sure."

(Jake's view)

It's been a month since Ben left and I can say with assurance that my life
is hell. I really can't say that I moved on and things got better because
it's not true. After Ben left, I couldn't do anything. I couldn't walk to
the park like I used to or play video games like I used to.  Everything
changed. Yea my life has pretty much been like Bella's was in New Moon
except I don't get to meet my werewolf.

(Ben's view)

Wowzers! A whole month! So much has been happening! Ok, so I will start
from the beginning. After I went in the car with Agent Simms he told me all
about why he tracked me down. That creep from the corner was actually
right; my dad was an undercover detective gone rogue. He was on the top of
the CIA's most wanted list. Who would've known? The only reason that Agent
Simms found me was because my mom had sent the CIA a message before she
took her life. My mom told them that I was probably going to run away after
I found her dead so the CIA sent an undercover agent to all the nearest
cities and that's when Agent Rider found me in a downtown restaurant. Well
after all this was explained to me, Agent Simms told me they wanted me to
go into training to help track down bad people like my dad. Mainly, they
wanted me to track down my dad's killers and the reason behind the
murder. So, I did it. I went into CIA training. Ain't that something? The
story is not over though. In CIA training, I met Zac.  I have come to terms
with my whole `Gay' thing and decided, what the hell. Zac helped a lot with
that.  Oh, Zac Rider is his full name. Yea, Rider. Mr. Frenchie
himself. We've been `dating' I guess for the past two weeks. He is really a
nice guy.

(Jake's view)

He's missing. I knew he went missing. No one has heard a word from him. No
one. I just want to see him again. Know that he's ok. I don't think that he
is dead though. He can't be. I've tried moving on though. No new love
interest but I made new friends at least. We go to the movies and Mason
will sometimes come over to play Call of Duty: Black Ops with me but, I'm
still just a zombie. I go through the motions of having fun but I never
really do.  Mason has tried to help me on getting out in the world. He made
me try out this `fun' hobby, paintball. Yea, nothing as fun as shooting
people with little balls of paint.

  "Jake, you are doing it again. You are spacing out."

            "Huh?  Oh. Sorry Mason. What were you talking about?"

"I was talking about this article I read in this magazine about some kid's
parents died and how he went missing and no one has seen him for over a
month now." Yea Mason congrats on being the last to know. "It says here
that his dad was murdered in a car bomb and that police still haven't found
the people guilty."

            "Wait.  The police still don't know who did it?"

"That's what it says." He hands me the magazine and I look at the picture
it has. Wait a second.

            "Hey Mason, do you know when this picture was taken?"


"Here let me see." I hand him the magazine back. "It says that it was taken
the day after the incident. It's the police's crime scene photo." I snatch
the magazine back and look deeper into the picture.

            "Mason, do you see these two people in the background smiling
like they know something?  Or like maybe...maybe they committed the
murder?" He takes the magazine from my hand.

"Omf Jacob, don't be crazy. Those two people are just on goers that happen
to be in the picture smiling."

            "Don't call me that. And no Mason I seriously think that they
might know something about the explosion."

"And why is that?"

            "Because I was there the day of the explosion and I know for a
fact that two people got out of that car and walked away before that car
exploded."

"Ok Jake, let's just say you were there and you did see two people get
out. Do you have any idea as to who these two people are?"

            "Yes.  Right there," I take the magazine back again. "That
women looks exactly like...."  I look up in sudden realization as to who
that women looks like in the picture.  "Oh my god..."

"What?" He snatches the magazine and holds it up to his face. "Jake.... Why
is your Aunt Jackie in the picture?"

(Ben's view)

            "Hey Zac, I have to be honest with you right now before we go
any further."

"Yea. Ok. What's going on?"

            "I'm a little nervous. I mean I don't know where we are or what
we are going to do and plus, you got this blind fold on me so I can't
really tell if you are fully clothed or about ready to rape me..."  "Haha
Ben! I would never do anything like that. I told you I put the blind fold
on for a reason. I want this to be a surprise."

            "And what's this huh? What are we doing?"

"I told you last night. It's our first real date and I wanted to take you
out for dinner."

            "Ok.  Why the blind fold again?"

"I want where we go to be a surprise."

            "Is it that special?"

"Yes! Haha enough with the questions."

            "Well....  ok."

"Good."

The car stops and I hear Zac get out.

            "Hey!  Did you leave me?? Zac!"

"Haha shut up. I'm right here." He says as he opens my door.

            "Don't scare me like that Zac."

"Sorry, I wont." He helps me out and walks me to the door.  "So are you
ready?"

            "For what? Oh right the surprise." He slides the blind fold up
over my head and I smile and look up at him once I realize why this
place. "Awww. Where we first met... Haha thank you Mr. Frenchie!"

"What?"

            "Haha it was my nickname for you back then."

"Why is that?"

            "Well because I thought you were French!"

"Haha sorry I let you down?"

            "Haha don't be. I'm extremely happy I met you. Well, the real
you."

"I'm glad I met you too Ben." We walk in and grab a table.

(Mason's view)

            "Jake....  Why is your Aunt Jackie in the picture?"

"God I knew it back then and I know it now!"

            "What are you talking about?"

"Mason, do you realize what this means? My Aunt might have something to do
with this murder! Ben's dad died and my Aunt could have had something to do
with it! Oh my god!"

            "Calm down Jake. What are you going to do about this?"

"Well... I'm going to start by talking to her."

            "Ok.  What about the other person in this picture?" I point to
the figure in the picture next to Jake's aunt. "It appears to be a man but
all you see of his face is his smile."

"Ya. I'm not sure about him but that is definitely my Aunt."

            "Alright then, let's go talk to her."

"You are coming with me? Are you sure you want to get in this?"

            "Hey, I'm getting in this for you. I want you to have the
gratification of saying you did something. Hell, this is the most alive
I've seen you since our friendship started."

"Haha I'm sorry. Are you ready my friend?"

            "Yes sir. Haha. Let's do this."

(Jake's view)

So maybe Mason was a little cute but he was no Taylor Lautner per say. He
wasn't my werewolf though. He was just my friend that was helping me move
along. He wasn't really helping move on because we are indulging in the
murder mystery of Ben's father but it's still something. I'm glad I met
him. He is a person I know will always be there for me.

            "Ok let's go."

** OK I FINALLY POSTED THE 6TH CHAPTER! I am terribly sorry for the wait. I
have slipped and I'm sorry. I made this chapter a lot longer then all the
other ones and put a lot of new things into this story. I have to thank my
teenage friend for this. Please give him thanks and check him out on
youtube. Look up "dude4398" and give him some love. My favorite of his
videos is "Blow" he is crazy! Anyways, have a great time reading and a
great week. : ) -- J.