Date: Wed, 24 Nov 1999 00:31:17 EST
From: Rysh1422@aol.com
Subject: Bleeding Hearts - Chapter 15

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Chapter 15

	Gilly and I were leaning against my car talking after school, Gilly
waiting for Todd and me waiting for Jake. Neither of us had mentioned the
kiss from the night before. We were studiously avoiding that topic. People
were still straggling out but most of the cars were gone from the student
parking lot by now.

	"So how for real is your Aunt Judy?" I asked.

	"Who knows?" Gilly said as she tucked a flyaway strand of blonde
hair behind her ear, "We don't really take her all that seriously, but
there have been some eerie coincidences."

	"Like what?"

	"Well, by far the freakiest thing that ever happened was last
Christmas. She told Uncle Rick that he was soon going to be alone and
that's why she bought him a puppy. Uncle Rick was mad because Elliott, his
partner, was allergic to dogs and they'd been together for a long time. A
week after Christmas, Elliott died in a car accident. Uncle Rick still has
the dog, he named it Enigma."

	I felt the hairs on my arms stand up again. "So is she like a
psychic or something?" I asked.

	Gilly laughed, "Don't let her hear you say that. She gets so mad
when somebody calls her psychic, even if they're just joking. She says for
the most part she just sees stuff that other people miss, that she's just
more sensitive. The rest, she says, comes from God. Its not like she's an
operator for one of those cheesy 900 numbers. Why are you asking?"

	"Just something she said to me last night."

	"She talked to you last night? When?"

	"While you were inside."

	"Her and Todd both?"

	"Well, Judy when you went in the first time and Todd the second."

	"Why is my family stalking you?"

	We both laughed as Jake came running up to us.

	"Speaking of stalkers, " I laughed, "here comes another one."

	"What? Why am I a stalker?" Jake asked, confused.

	Todd walked up just then. "Because you're a creepy little psycho,"
he said with a grin as he ruffled Jake's hair.

	"Knock it off, Todd, or I'll tell everyone about the magazines
under your bed," Jake said good-naturedly.

	Todd shot him a strange look, as if he wasn't sure if he was
serious or not, but apparently decided he wasn't. "Are you two goobers
ready?" he asked.

	"I'm going to go home with Killian and then he'll drive me home,"
Jake said as he shifted his backpack from one shoulder to the other.

	Gilly gave me a surprised look as Todd gave me a look I couldn't
quite identify. Todd shrugged and said, "Suit yourself. Gilly, you ready?"

	"Yeah, I'm ready," she said slowly and with a lingering look at me
got in the car. After they had driven off and Jake and I were in my car, I
asked him, "So, where to?"

	"Wherever, somewhere we can talk in private and not be overheard,"
he said.

	"What's all this cloak and dagger stuff about, Jake?" I asked him
as I started the car and pulled out.

	"I just need to talk to you about some stuff and I don't want to be
heard."

	"What stuff? About Seth?"

	"Partly."

	"Jake, we're in a moving car; as far as I know there is no one in
the back seat, I think it's safe to talk."

	"Ok. It's just that this isn't easy for me. I've never told anybody
this before."

	"Told anybody what?" I shouted in exasperation.

	"I'm gay!" he shouted back.

	I almost drove off the road. Once I had the car back under control,
I looked over at him. He sat slumped in the seat, staring at his hands in
his lap.

	"It's ok, Jake," I said softly, "I'm not going to hate you or
anything."

	He looked up hopefully. "Really?"

	"Yeah, really. You know why?"

	"Why?"

	"I'm gay too."

	His mouth dropped open and his eyes widened in surprise. "Wha...?"
I couldn't help but laugh at his expression. "I mean I wondered...but what
about Gilly?"

	"Gilly and I are just friends."

	"But...but...you told everybody that you are going out." His face
was a study in confusion.

	"It's kind of like a cover; so that no one knows I'm gay for right
now. I think more people will talk to me about Seth if they don't know I'm
gay. Not that I'm ashamed of it or anything. I was at first I guess, like
it was something I needed to hide, but Adam has taught me that it's just a
part of who I am, like being left or right handed."

	"Adam?"

	"Adam is Seth's dad."

	"You live with him now. Were you and Seth...?"

	"We were just friends."

	"And you think that something happened besides a mugging too? I
mean why else would you want to talk to people about Seth without them
knowing you are gay?"

	"Ya know what? You're a lot smarter than you let on," I told him.

	"I'm not sure if should take that as a compliment or not," he said
with an adorable grin. I noticed he had a dimple and almost ran off the
road again.

	"Take it as a compliment," I said as I blushed, I could tell he was
still grinning even without looking at him.

	"I'll do that, on one condition."

	"What's that?"

	"That you'll keep your eyes on the road while you're driving."

	I burst out laughing and he quickly joined in. All of a sudden I
realized that without having a clear destination in mind I had been driving
on autopilot and now I found myself at home.

	"Well, this is where I live now," I said as I pulled into the
driveway, "I didn't really mean to come here, its just where we ended up,
but since we're here, you wanna come in for a few minutes?"

	"Sure, why not?" he said. He flashed me another one of those killer
smiles and I felt like I was melting.

	We went in and I made introductions. After Adam went back to work
on his computer, Jake and I wandered up to my room to talk. After we were
settled at opposite ends of the bed, I started back into our earlier
conversation.

	"So you think Seth was murdered?" I asked him.

	"Well, yeah, I mean, it's the only thing that makes sense to me. I
just don't understand why the police aren't doing more."

	"Well, we think it was more than just a mugging too. Adam thinks
that maybe the police are purposefully ignoring important information."

	"Like what?"

	"There were letters, in Seth's locker. The police dismissed them,
but we think that means that the killer has to go to our school. Or at
least has a contact there that must know something. Did you have any
classes with Seth?"

	"No, but I saw him a lot in the halls and stuff."

	"Did you ever see him with anyone?"

"Mostly just you."

	"Anybody else?"

	He thought for a minute then spoke slowly as if he was carefully
considering each word, "This is hard. Not just hard to remember who I saw
him with, but I also feel like I'm casting suspicion on anyone I name. But
anyway, I saw him with Zack, Jesse and Asher once; another time I saw him
with just Asher. I saw him with Becky Rosinski. And I think I saw him with
my cousin Marcus once." He hesitated for a moment before continuing on
quickly, "And I saw him with a few different people I don't really know but
none of them looked like they were really 'with him' with him; maybe just
talking to him after class, you know."

	I started to ask him about the hesitation, but decided not to right
now. It bothered me that Asher talked to him twice. He never told me
that. Could that be what he was hiding? Or was there more? I pulled my mind
away from that line of thought and forced it back onto the present
conversation.

	"Did he look angry or scared or uncomfortable with any of them?"

	Once again, he thought for a moment before answering. "It's hard to
say; maybe so with Zack, Jesse and Asher, and when it was just Asher. Not
really with Becky. I couldn't tell with Marcus 'cuz I just saw them from
behind."

	"What about the others?"

	"I'm not sure." His eyes flickered away and again I had the
distinct impression that he wasn't telling me everything. This time I
decided to not ignore it.

	"You have to tell me everything, Jake," I told him gently.

	"What do you mean?"

	"I mean, whatever it is you're not telling me. I can tell you are
trying to protect someone or something, but this is really important. I
need to talk to everyone who had anything to do with Seth, because even if
they didn't kill him they might know something, maybe even something they
don't even know that they know."

	He sat there for a few minutes before he finally seemed to make up
his mind. "Look, Killian...there is another person that I saw him talking
to, but let me talk to that person first please. Don't push it right now."

	"Why are you protecting this person? What if they are the one that
killed Seth?"

	"I just can't believe that about them. Please, just give me a
chance to talk to them first."

	"Ok," I gave in with a sigh.

	His whole face lit up with that smile as he impulsively jumped
across the bed and tackled me. We wrestled on the bed for a few minutes
before he finally got the advantage. He had my body pinned with his and my
arms held down to the bed above my head. His face was just inches from mine
when our eyes locked and we both froze. We stayed like that for what seemed
like an eternity before he suddenly leaped back.

	"I'm sorry," he said sounding slightly out of breath even though I
know we hadn't wrestled that hard.

	"For what?"

	He seemed at a lost for words, so I took pity on him and got up off
the bed. "Never mind," I called over my shoulder as I turned on the
computer.

	"Hey, Killian," he said, "Can I ask you a question? You don't have
to answer if you don't want to."

	Well, that certainly peaked my curiosity. "Sure, ask me anything."

	"Do you...like anybody?"

	"Like how?" I asked him even though I knew what he was asking; I
just wanted to hear him say it.

	"Like as in...are you attracted to anyone?" He blushed a furious
red and I couldn't help but smile so I quickly turned back to the computer
so he wouldn't think I was laughing at him.

	"Yes," I said simply.

	"Can I ask who?" came his timid reply.

	"Sure you can ask, doesn't mean I'll tell you, though," I was
enjoying this way too much.

	"Why not? Don't you trust me?" I could tell that this was serious
question for him and I realized that I wasn't being very sensitive. I left
the computer trying to log on to AOL and walked back over to the bed. I sat
down next to him and looked directly into his eyes.

	"Yes I trust you, Jake. You seem to be a very honest person and I
really like spending time with you. I hope we can be friends, but I'm not
quite ready to talk about who I'm attracted to. Do you understand?"

	"Yeah, I think so," he said, "I should be getting home, do you
think you can drive me home now?"

	I felt awful. I could tell I'd disappointed him, but what could I
do? Tell him I was attracted to him and his cousin?

	"Yeah, sure."

	Just then I heard a familiar voice say "Welcome."

	"You're online," Jake said with a small smile.

	"Yup, sounds that way," I laughed.

	"You've got mail," the voice continued.

	"Let me shut this down and we can go," I told Jake.

	"No, go ahead and check your mail since you're on. I can wait a few
more minutes."

	"Ok, thanks."

	There wasn't anything of any importance except a short letter from
Kane saying that nothing had changed, but at least Eve hadn't hit him
again. Just as I was about to exit AOL, Jake spoke up.

	"Do you use IM?" he asked.

	"Yeah, sometimes," I said.

	"Can you add a couple people to your list? They are brothers,
friends of mine; I think you'd like them a lot."

	"Sure I guess so, who are they?"  "Their names are Ben and
Josh. They've been really good friends to me. They were the first people I
told that I was gay and they helped me through some rough times when I
didn't have anyone to talk to."

	"They sound really special."

	"They are."

	"What're their screen names?"

	"Screen name, they share one." He gave me the screen name and I
entered it into my buddy list. Then I shut down the computer and I drove
Jake home. We made small talk during the ride and he thanked me a dozen
times for talking to him and giving him a ride before he got out of the
car.

	I was pulling out of the driveway, which had two enormous bushes on
either side of it, when Aunt Judy stepped out in front of my car. I slammed
on the breaks and managed to stop just short of hitting her. I was very
glad I hadn't been going any faster. My heart was pounding in my chest as I
went to open the car door, but she motioned me to stay where I was. She
walked around and climbed into the passenger seat. Today she was wearing
her hair loose and flowing, it hung down almost to her waist. Her face was
deathly pale and she was wearing a black loose fitting dress that swept the
ground as she walked. All in all, she looked rather like a red-haired
Morticia Addams.

	"Do you always have to jump out of shrubbery? I could have hit
you!" I accused her angrily once she was in.

	"But you didn't," she said calmly, "I needed to speak to you in
private."

	"So you jump out in front of my car?" I was exasperated.

	"It served its purpose. We're talking aren't we?"

	I shook my head in wonder. Obviously there was no winning with this
strange woman. "So what was so important that you had to risk your life to
tell me?"

	"I'm leaving tomorrow, but I needed to tell you before I left that
you are in danger. Things have been set in motion that you are powerless to
stop. I had a dream last night."

	"What about?"

	"There was a faceless man watching you, but you didn't see him. He
didn't come after you but I fear he will soon. He had evil intent."

	At first I was speechless, when I finally found my voice it came
out a bit shaky, "I have that dream all the time."

	She gave me a surprised look. "Perhaps you are more sensitive than
I gave you credit for."

	She sat staring at me for a few more seconds, then opened the door
and climbed out. She bent back over and spoke to me again, "You are a
remarkable young man with a promising future. I tell you again to watch
your step carefully. And guard your heart, it is a fragile thing which
bleeds ever so easily."

	With that, she slammed the door and started back up the drive
towards the house. I sat there for another minute thinking about what she
had said before I drove off.

				* * *

	My sleep was troubled once again that night, but not with the
faceless man. My dreams were haunted by images of bleeding hearts - and I
don't mean the flower - and Morticia Addams leaping in front of my car. As
a result, I was tired the next morning; I felt like I'd never even been to
sleep. This was beginning to be a pattern with me. I dragged myself down to
breakfast and then on to school. The day pretty much went by in a blur; my
grades were going to be mediocre at best this year if this kept up. After
school I saw Marcus, Asher's brother walking towards his bus. I ran to
catch up with him.

	"Marcus, can I talk to you for a second?" I asked when I'd caught
up.

	"Hey, Killian. We can talk if you're fast, I've got to make the bus
or I'll be dead meat."

	"This is going to sound weird, but humor me. Did you ever talk to
Seth?"

	"Talk to him? Yeah, I guess so. He was in my Spanish class."

	"I mean like ever have a real conversation, not just class stuff."

	He gave me a funny look. "I don't know, maybe once."

	"Do you remember what you talked about?"

	He gave me that funny look again, "Not really. Nothing important
I'm sure."

	"Well, if you think of anything, will you let me know?"

	"Yeah sure, Killian, whatever. I gotta go."

	He turned to walk away, but I had one more question, "Did you ever
see him talking to anyone else?"

	"What's it to you, Killian? Why do you care who he talked to or
what he talked about?"

	"He was my friend. I'm just trying to find out what was going on
with him before he died. Closure you know?"

	"You are weird, Killian. I don't know who he talked to. I didn't
keep tabs on him." He started walking away then turned back around and kept
walking backwards, "I do know that Asher talked to him a few times. Talk to
him. He's the one still moping around 'cuz you guys broke up."

	"What??" I called after him, but he was gone already, loping off
toward the bus.

	I thought about what he'd said all the way home. Asher was moping
about us? Did he really feel as if we'd broken up? I didn't know we'd ever
been going out. Everything happened so fast. Did that mean there was a
chance still for him and I? And what about Jake? I couldn't deny that I was
attracted to him and I was pretty sure he was attracted to me too. And
where did Aunt Judy's warning to guard my heart play into all this? Too
many questions; I didn't know what to think.

	I walked in the door and dropped my backpack by the door as I
headed for the kitchen for a snack. Just then, the phone rang.

	"Hello?" I answered.

	"Hi, baby, it's me, Mom."

	"Mom!" I said excitedly. It had been several days since we'd
talked.

	"Killian," her voice sounded tired, or maybe weary is a better
word, "I need to talk to you about something important. Is it a good time
for me to come over?"