Date: Thu, 13 Feb 2003 08:26:01 -0500
From: Stan Unknown <stan992001@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 4 of Obsession

Brian was stunned. Mike sat down heavily on Brian's bed.
Both just stared into space.

"Are you going to tell me what the fuck is going on? That
sounded serious," Rob yelled.

"I .... I can't," Brian answered, as his eyes started to
tear up.

"We have to tell him, Bri," Mike answered. Brian looked at
him with fear in his eyes, but Mike held his ground. Brian
finally shook his head yes, but got up and ran out of the
room. Rob started to go after him, but Mike stopped him.

"Let him go, Rob. You have a right to know, now that Bill
has seen you together. Come sit beside me," Mike said.

Rob stared at him for a couple of seconds, but then sat next
to him on the bed. He had known Mike almost as long as he
had Brian, and he admired and liked him a lot.

"This has to stay between us, Rob. Ok?" Mike asked.

"Sure. I won't tell anybody. Not even my parents," Rob
promised.

"Well, we may have to tell them. We'll see how it goes. You
know Bri's gay, right?" Mike asked.

"Sure. Everyone at school does, thanks to your Dad," Rob
answered.

"Well, he's never had a real boyfriend, but he fell in love
with someone named Bill over the internet. He told Bri that
he was 17. They were really happy together for a while. He
even gave Bri a ring to match his. But he got more and more
controlling. Then he started doing things to purposely hurt
Bri," Mike said.

"Is that the ring Bri wears to school now?" Rob asked.

"Yeah," Mike answered.

"I asked him where he got it but he wouldn't tell me," Rob
said.

"After all the trouble he's had in school, he was just
afraid of telling anyone about Bill. He wouldn't even tell
me for the first two weeks," Mike answered.

"Well, he could have told me," Rob said, looking hurt.
"We're best friends. Or were, anyway."

"You still are, Rob. Bri needs you more than ever now. He
was scared to even ask you to spend the night tonight. I
don't know what he would do if he lost your friendship,"
Mike answered honestly.

"Why?" Rob asked with a scowl on his face.

"Because he is gay. He was afraid you would be scared to
sleep in the same bed with him," Mike answered.

"That's crazy," Rob said, as he got up and paced around the
room. "We've been best friends since we were really little
kids. Why would he think a stupid thing like that?"

"He was just confused about Bill and afraid he might lose
you. He's gay. You're not. He was afraid you'd turn him down
because of what everyone else might think if they knew you
slept together. That's the truth, Rob," Mike added.

"Well, let me go talk to him. I can make sure he won't think
that way any more," Rob answered.

"Let me finish, OK?" Mike asked.

"Sure," Rob answered, as he sat back down next to Mike and
gave him his full attention.

"Bill finally told Bri last night that he was moving here to
be with him. But he wasn't 17, he was really 46," Mike said.
Rob gasped, and Mike shook his head yes, but continued, "I
was watching their conversation. Bri told him that he wasn't
in love with a 46 year old man and Bill got so angry that
I'm surprised he was able to type. I'm pretty sure that he's
the one who took your distributor wire. And after reading
the e-mail that he just sent, I'm going to call the police."

"You think this guy is crazy?" Rob asked.

"I really don't know what to think. When did you first
notice he was following you?" Mike asked.

"It was right outside of your subdivision," Rob admitted.

"Then he was probably watching the house when you drove up.
That would make sense, considering what he wrote in his last
e-mail. Let's go down and talk to Bri, and then I'm going to
call the police," Mike answered, as he led Rob downstairs,
looking for Brian.

Brian was on the coach in the den. His face was turned away
from them, but both could tell he'd been crying.

"Bri, we need to talk," Mike said.

Brian looked around, expecting just Mike, but saw that Rob
had come too. He blushed profusely. "Did .. did you tell
Rob?" he asked.

"Yes. About everything," Mike admitted.

"Rob, I'm sorry. Please don't hate me," Brian said, getting
to his feet and walking over to face Rob.

"Hate you? Is that what you think? We've been best friends
all our lives. You can't get rid of me that easily," Rob
kidded.

Brian stared at him for a minute, then realizing he wasn't
kidding, pulled him to him and hugged him tightly. Rob was
at first embarrassed by it, but then hugged him back.

Brian finally pulled back and looked Rob in the eye.
"Thanks, Rob. You don't know how much this means to me."

"Well, I want something in return," Rob answered.

"What?" Bri asked.

"Mike thinks we need to call the police and so do I. I want
you to agree to tell them everything," Rob answered.

Brian turned pale, looked quickly at Mike, then back at Rob.
"I can't do that? Do you have any idea of the kinds of
questions they might ask?"

"I don't care. This guy might be completely crazy. There's
no telling what he might do. Mike thinks he's the one who
took my distributor wire," Rob answered.

Brian looked over at Mike, who nodded his head to
acknowledge it.

"He was watching the house when I drove up. You saw in his e-
mail that he admitted it. He might be dangerous. If he
caught you by yourself somewhere, there's no telling what he
might do," Rob scolded.

"I just can't do it. What if they ask to see what he has
written to me? What if they ask to see the pictures?" Brian
asked, as tears formed in his eyes.

"You have pictures of him?" Rob asked.

"Well, no. I have pictures of who he said he was. And I
can't show them to anyone," Brian said, as he tried to run
towards the stairs. But Rob got in his way and stopped him.

"Bri, I'll be there with you when you talk to him. So will
Mike. This is important. This guy has to be found. You have
to tell them anything you can so they can catch him," Rob
answered.

"He's right, Bri. He really could be dangerous. With his
temper, he could do anything to you. I'm sure it wouldn't
bother him to beat you until you were unconscious. We can't
take that chance. I know it's going to be really
embarrassing, but you don't have any choice," Mike said, as
he came over and pulled his little brother towards him.

Brian had just turned sixteen, but all the stress and
embarrassment finally got to him. He held onto his big
brother and cried like a baby. Rob finally came over and
patted him on the back and rubbed his shoulders to show his
support.

When Brian had finally calmed down, Mike made him give him
the CD he had copied the pictures to that Bill had sent in
his e-mails. Mike also copied everything Brian had saved of
the chats they had shared and also Bill's e-mails. He was
going to give it to the policeman who came over to
investigate what had happened.

Mike left the boys watching TV in the den while he went into
his office to call the police.

"Police Department."

"Hello, this is Mike Brown. We have a stalker after my
younger brother, who's sixteen," Mike said.

"Can I have your address and phone number, Mr. Brown."

Mike gave it to the man who had answered. "Do you think the
stalker is nearby?"

"No, I don't think so. But he was earlier in the evening,"
Mike said.

"Are you at home now?"

"Yes sir," Mike answered.

"Do you have a burglar alarm?"

"Yes sir. I activated it as soon as I got home," Mike
answered.

"Has the perpetrator tried to break into your home
previously?"

"No. What does that have to do with anything? He's followed
both my brother and myself while we were driving. We have
reason to believe that he might be dangerous," Mike
answered, getting upset.

"Calm down, sir. It's almost midnight. At this time of
night, we are only staffed for emergencies. Make sure all
your doors and windows are locked and your burglar alarm is
armed and we can send a Detective out first thing in the
morning."

"But what if he tries to break in tonight?" Mike asked,
clearly mad now.

"Then call us back on 911 and we can get a patrol car out
there as soon as we can."

Mike almost hung up, but he didn't want to keep someone from
coming out in the morning. He took a big breath and said,
"Ok. Thank you for your time. What time can we expect the
Detective?"

"He'll make sure and call you before he comes, Mr. Brown.
Good night." The line went dead in his hand. Mike started to
slam down the receiver, but brought himself back under
control at the last second.

He walked around his office, thinking about what they could
do. It was unlikely that Bill would try and break into their
house in the middle of the night, but he wanted to be
prepared just in case. He made up his mind, knew it wasn't
good enough, but it was the best he could do under the
circumstances.

He walked back into the den. Brian saw him coming and put
the big screen TV on mute. "When are they coming?" he asked.

"All the detectives are off duty. One will come over in the
morning," Mike answered calmly.

"But what if Bill comes over tonight?" Brian asked.

"He won't, Bri. But if he does, we won't answer the door,"
Mike answered. "We do need to make sure all the windows are
locked."

Mike was interrupted by the telephone ringing. He picked up
and said "Hello?"

"I'M GOING TO CUT YOUR BALLS OFF AND STUFF THEM DOWN YOUR
THROAT, YOU LITTLE PRICK TEASER! THEN I'M GOING TO FUCK YOU
WHILE I SLOWLY CHOKE YOU TO DEATH!! I'M GOING TO CUM INSIDE
OF YOU AS I WATCH YOU TAKE YOUR LAST BREATH!! THEN, I'M
GOING TO MURDER YOUR WHOLE FAMILY, ONCE I'M FINISHED WITH
YOU!! NO ONE GETS AWAY WITH TREATING ME LIKE THIS!!"

Then the line went dead.

                     To Be Continued

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