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I Love You 8
My conscious came back to me slowly, first touch, than smell than hearing than pain and last but not least sight, which didn't do me much good I was tied gagged and blindfolded. The pain washed over my head like waves, which funnily enough I could hear in the distance...I must be in some type of cave or shack near the beach. I was laid on what felt like a damp cold potato sac, I shuddered to think what was around me lurking there. I listened quietly for breathing but could hear nothing but the swishing sound of the waves. I was laid on my side, my hands had been tied behind my back, my feet had also been bound at the ankles. My top lip was all dry and crusted with blood. I rolled onto my front, I was still painfully aware that I was naked except for a pair of boxers, the cold floor sending chills down my body. I laid there on my front wondering if the stalker was sat there watching me getting a perverse pleasure out of seeing me like this. Despair washed over me, and tears soon followed, I mean I was tied up, in any other situation I would be loving this but right now I was afraid the stalker was going to come back with a big horse, god I hope not I'd be fucked...literally. I started thinking about the stalker, I didn't want to think about it before but could it be that my closest friend was the stalker? Could it have been Adam? I mean it was Adam's house and he was wearing Adam's pentagram. It all started to fall into place, we talked on the internet, he told me that, than he comes here looking for me I mean talking to me on the net and moving here by chance must be one in a million. But why would he do this? He must be crazy it's the only explanation I mean he's gay but the stalker isn't maybe the stalker is another side of Adam, a closed off side. But it doesn't make sense, if it was Adam why was he wearing a mask and still using a talk-boy to talk? Was it some type of sick thing to get me afraid of him? He didn't need that trust me. I laid there for god knows how long on the clod floor reeling off different possibilities of who it was and why and it all kept coming back to one person...Adam, it was just so obvious I mentally kicked myself for not noticing it before. I decided that I was sick of just laying here and started to wriggle about, hopefully enough to make one of my ropes loose enough to free myself. I wriggled for ages with no luck; in fact they seemed to get tighter. Just when I was about to give up totally my knight in shining armour arrived.
"HELLO?" I heard Jason's voice echoing off in the distance. "ANYONE THERE?" I had to get this gag out of my mouth it was my only hope at a rescue. I rubbed my face hard on the floor and managed to dislodge the gag.
"YEA! JASON PLEASE HELP ME PLEASE" I started to cry again. I heard footsteps splashing through puddles, getting closer to me. I felt someone start tugging at the ropes on my feet and ankles.
"Lucas are you ok? I'm so sorry I'm late, I saw him take you and I followed, thank god you are alive" he said while untying me. When my hands where free I took off my blindfold to see that I was in a cave and was laying on a cold wet potato sack. I turned around to see my hero sat there looking at me, a big smile on his face. I dived on him and hugged him tight. Almost reminiscent of the movie 'officer and a gentleman' he carried me out of the cave, well I couldn't walk there where jagged rocks and I had no shoes plus I was crying too much. Before he put me in his car I looked him dead in the eyes.
"Thank you for rescuing me" I whispered, than I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, it wasn't everyday I got to kiss the straight star of the football team and my mega fantasy. The leather of the car seat felt great on my cold muddy skin.
"Let's go to the police station, and than back to my house, and if you want to talk about what happened we will, I'm always here for you" he said while starting the car. I just nodded. I crouched into a ball on the car seat and rested my head on my knees, I started to cry again, I couldn't help it I mean my whole life is fucked up. I felt Jason's hand on my back, slowly caressing it. I stopped crying; the touch didn't feel like a normal friendly concern touch, it was filled with lust, least I think it was. His hand wondered up and down my back, and than to my thigh.
"Jason..." he removed his hand, I was about to ask him what the fuck was going on but the car suddenly stopped, I looked up to see the police station. I felt totally stupid walking in their covered in dirt and only wearing a pair of boxers, but I swallowed my pride and got out the car. I walked up the stairs to the doors and swung them open. It was like in one of those westerns when a cowboy walks into a bar and everyone stops and all eyes are on them. Stood at the front desk flipping through a pad of paper was Detective Heinemann, he froze when he saw me. I started to cry again when I saw the look of horror on his face. He came rushing over to me, and I held out my arms like a little baby.
"Oh god what happened?" although he came over to see me the question was directed at Jason like I wasn't even competent to talk.
"I found him tied up in a cave" Jason said.
"What? Look both of you come with me" Detective Heinemann led us back to an interview room; on the way he got me a blanket to keep me warm. When my boxer covered ass sat on the metal chairs on the interview room I gave a little yelp.
"It's cold...sorry" Detective Heinemann left me in there for a while, while he talked to Jason alone. Finally the door opened and in came Jason with the detective, I gave him a big smile when I saw him, hours past like minutes, I told detective Heinemann everything I knew, including my fears about who I thought the stalker might be.
"So let me get this straight, you think the stalker is your friend Adam? This 'person' who chased you around the house, finally subduing you in the hallway" he flipped through his notes, Jason sat beside me holding my hand.
"Yes" well it all did add up to me, but of course I'm not a detective.
"And you just happened to come by when the 'person' was taking Lucas from the house?" he directed at Jason.
"I told you, he rang me and I rushed to get there and I saw them leave" Detective Heinemann just nodded.
"Some things don't seem right to me" he sat back in his chair and eyed me suspiciously.
"Like what?" I asked.
"Well, for one why didn't you run and get the officer which was assigned to protect you?" he tapped his pen annoyingly on his pad of paper, I can't believe I actually liked this guy he's such an asshole.
"I told you, when I was looking out the window I didn't see his car and so I though the had gone, which he must have because if he was there why didn't he stop the stalker when he was carrying me out of the house?" he looked me dead in the eye, he knew that made sense.
"Ok than, tell me this, this person who attacked you, physically lifted you and carried you out the house down a beach and into a cave, so he must have been fairly strong. I saw your friend Adam, he was anything but strong, in fact he looked puny" the officer did have a point I doubt Adam could have lifted me up, but who could it have been.
"But the person had Adam's pentagram necklace" Detective Heinemann leaned back in his chair which squeaked.
"Well, our officers should be finished at the crime scenes soon, the results should hopefully shed some light upon this situation" I don't know how or why but Detective Heinemann had gone from super sweet to super not nice. But as soon as he stopped talking almost on cue like in a move or some type of story (hehe) the door opened and an officer asked to speak to Detective Heinemann in private. At this he got up and left Jason and me alone.
"He's starting to piss me off, he's treating us like shit, almost like he suspects us of making this all up" Jason said through gritted teeth.
"Jason, I doubt that, he is been a bit off but I think that's because of something else, I know he believes us" I thought back to his office the other day...grr. The door opened up again and in came Detective Heinemann; he sat back down in his squeaky chair.
"Well we found out what happened to our officer, the one assigned to protect you" my mind flashed back to that fat asshole.
"What? Was he filling his gut full of doughnuts?" I know it was bitchy of me but I couldn't help it.
"Well that would be hard considering his throat was cut from ear to ear" my hand went straight to my mouth as I gasped in horror, he'd been murdered; the stalker was now a killer.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry" he waved the comment off like an annoying fly. I sat there stunned, I didn't know what to say, well I'm glad I wasn't dead.
"We found some stuff at the crime scenes, for one your dad's missing mobile phone, it had Adams prints all over it, as well as the knife which killed the officer and some other stuff. All the evidence seems to be pointing at Adam been the killer, you where lucky Jason found you." I just nodded.
"He's still out there" Jason said.
"I know we have put out an A.P.B for him I'm sure he'll turn up so don't worry, in the mean time I suggest you get some rest, we shall send you home, with another bodyguard...a more competent one" I just nodded again, I was still in shock that the police officer was dead, I mean I knew he'd die but I thought it would be of a heart attack not a knife to the throat.
"He wont be going home, he's coming to my house, you have my address on file" Jason said, I knew he'd been in trouble in the past before I knew him, he never did tell me what for though.
"Ok, I'll look it up, we will catch him Lucas don't worry about that" he said rather unreassuringly. I said my goodbyes and than we where shown back to Jason's car and under police escort we drove back to Jason's house, which also looked over the sea just like mine, in fact you could see mine from here we where neighbours. The new bodyguard was a big muscled black guy, I felt more protected now. Jason carried me up the path so I didn't hurt my feet, and when I tried to get down he wouldn't let me, he insisted carrying me over the fresh hold like a married couple, I laughed really hard, it was the first time I remember properly laughing in a long time.
"Jason your mental, is your dad home?" I did expect to see him at the front door waiting for us ready to say hi.
"No he's out of town on business, just me and you" he gave me a wicked smile and I became totally confused, I mean I thought he was straight and like now he's touching me and giving me wicked smiles? I decided not to even try and find out till I had at least a shower.
"Can I get a shower?"
"Of course...want me to join you?"
"Hahaha...your crazy" I laughed the comment off I didn't know what was going on. Before I went upstairs, I looked out the window to check that the police officer was there, he was asleep...great. I walked up the stairs to the bathroom leaving Jason alone downstairs, I must admit I was absolutely petrified that Adam was in the house, but Jason was here he'd protect me so I kept a brave face. I looked in the bathroom mirror to see a mud soaked face, a bit of crusty blood under my red slightly swollen nose, there where two paths of clean skin down my cheeks where my tears had cleared the way of dirt...how disgusting. I got in the hot steamy shower and let the water stream over my body, loving every minute of it I always felt like a sexy beast in the shower. I got out and dried off. I wrapped a towel around my naked midriff and walked down stairs.
"Jason? Do you have any boxers I can borrow?" I waited for a reply. "Jason?" my heart skipped every beat, I suddenly began to shake, I couldn't move either.
"Yea?" he popped his head around the corner and I was so relieved to see him I started to cry again (god I feel like a wuss, you'd never see Arnold schwaternigger crying) he ran over to me and held me.
"When you didn't answer I thought..." I cried in his arms.
"It's ok I'm never going to leave" he picked me up again, his hand 'accidentally' sliding under the towel and resting on my bare ass, not that I was complaining, I stopped crying and just enjoyed it to the point where the front of the towel had tented out. He carried me into the living room, one of his fingers slipped in my ass crack and gently pressed against my puckered hole. My mind was in total confusion, I mean what was going on I didn't understand, I mean someone just tried to kill me and now my best straight friend is coming on to me. He laid me down on the sheepskin rug in front of the roaring fire. As he withdrew his hands from around me he took the towel with him, leaving me completely naked with my hardon pointing right at him, I felt so sexy as his eyes ran over my bare body, my nipples became as erect as my penis.
"Jason?"
End of part 8
Hiya all, I hoped you all liked this part too...lol hum wonder what's going to happen.