Date: Wed, 01 Dec 1999 09:46:21 PST
From: Luke
Subject: I Love You-4

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.