Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2001 16:38:50 -0500 From: Bill Porter Subject: My Bodyguard Chapter 31 My Bodyguard Chapter 31 A very special thanks to Ed for editing this chapter. This story is not true. This is a story of love, trust, hope, and commitment. It is not a sex story. However, this story deals with love between two teenagers. If you are offended by stories involving love between two teenage boys, please do not read this story. There will be some sex scenes in this story; however, sex is not the main theme. If you are under age 18 or 21 or it is illegal to read this story where you live, don't read it. New Web Page: http://wpstories.tripod.com/ Thank you for all your e-mails. If I have missed answering you, I am truly sorry. I have tried to answer all of them. Please continue to send me your comments. ************* The next day was a flurry of activity. Mark and I packed up the rest of his stuff and loaded it in his truck. Ron noticed us packing up and came over to find out what is going on. "What is going on, guys? Why are you packing everything up?" Ron asked. "Mom quit her job at the diner. They're closing down. Mike's dad offered her a job at his grocery store so she is moving up there. She is going to be selling the house so we need to get it ready. It will probably take us several weekends to get things ready." "I'm sorry to hear that your mom lost her job. I'm even sorrier to hear that you are moving away, Mark. I knew that you would be leaving in a year but I didn't expect that you would leave so soon. You really helped me get through a rough time in my life when my wife died." "I was just returning the favor for you helping me when my dad left. I'm sure that you can find someone else to work with." "Actually I have found someone else. Her name is Carol and she is real sweet. We have been going out now for about a month. Things are starting to get serious." "I'm happy for you, Ron, and I will come visit you and continue to e-mail you." "Make sure that you bring Mike with you when you come." We talked to Ron for a while longer and then we left to go home. We went home and unloaded and then I grabbed my van and followed Mark back down to his house. We filled up my van and Mark's truck with his mom's stuff and took it up to Sam's house. Mark's mom decided to move the rest of her stuff into storage until her house could be sold and she could get into another house. By the time we got home it was late and we went right to bed. The next day we went to church and I noticed that everyone but Sally was being quiet. When we got home Mark and I pulled Dad aside and asked him what's up. "I told your mother about what happened with Jeff on the skiing trip. She went ballistic. She said we were a bunch of hypocrites and we were teaching Jeff to lie. She had a long talk with Jeff and put the fear of God into him." "I didn't want to say anything because it was not my place, but I felt the same way," Mark replied. "I know that Jeff is your son now but I felt that it was not handled properly. Jeff is a strong boy and I felt that he COULD control himself. That's why I kept out of it. I'm glad that Mama Amy went ballistic instead of me." "Your mother is still pissed so be careful what you say to her. It would not take too much to get her going. Also be careful what you say to Jeff. She wants us to be consistent. She did not punish him. However, she feels that it is NOT normal for a nine year old to be sexually active. She is going to have Pastor Bradley talk to him and explain the moral, physical, and emotional problems involved with sex at his age." Mark went and found Mom and gave her a big hug. The rest of the day we walked on eggshells around Mom. She does get mad easy but never stays mad long. But when she is really pissed it takes a day or two for her to get over it. I knew that she was going to keep a close eye on Jeff from now on. We started back into school Monday morning. It's rough getting up early and getting back into the swing of things after two weeks off. By the end of the week we were back up to speed. Friday afternoon Captain Wright called from Chicago and said he would like to come next week on Wednesday and stay until Friday. Sunday we talked to Sam and told him about the visit. Monday he came to school and talked to Principal Smith about the visit. Principal Smith set up a meeting with Superintendent Paul Douglas and Sam on Thursday. Wednesday arrived and we went out to eat with Captain Wright. He was glad to see that Jeff and Sally were well adjusted. The next day he met with Principal Smith and Superintendent Douglas, along with Sam. The meeting went well. Captain Wright was dressed in a plainclothes suit so no one knew why he was there, including the teachers. He sat in several of our classes and could be seen in the halls and lunchroom. He had another meeting on Friday and Sam told us later that he was impressed with what he saw and still wanted us to come to Chicago in June. He said that he only needed us for a month, so we agreed. Mrs. Adams was working out really well at the store. Dad said that she would be ready to take over for Nick when he leaves in two weeks. Saturday we went down to her house with Dad and Sam. We rented a truck and moved all her big stuff in storage. Then we cleaned the place up. It went on the market on Monday and sold on Wednesday. We were all quite surprised. She didn't have a mortgage on it, and got what she wanted for it. She plans on building a house next to us in the spring. Ken made friends with this guy his age, called Dan. We started to see less and less of him. He seemed very happy. I think there is something going on there. Jeff made a few new friends too. He still hung out with the twins but he seemed to be just enjoying being a kid. Sally is a joy to be around. She is always crawling up on my lap and cuddling. She is always asking questions and wanting someone to read to her. Mark and I started studying really hard for SAT's and time started to move really fast. We took the test and both felt really good about how we had done. Our love and understanding grew and grew with each passing day. I now know what people mean when they say one and one equals one. I think I'm growing up and together at the same time. Mark is more mature than I am and it's rubbing off. For Valentine's Day we went out to dinner. We had a great time and when we got home we had an even better time. It was great having Mrs. Adams in town. Dad said that she was doing a great job at the store. We get to see her several times a week. I could tell it made Mark very happy. Winter turned into spring and Dad had started construction on the new church and Mark's mom's house. He said it would take several months to complete. I started having weird dreams again. We were on the desert island. Mark and I were tied up together and then a dark figure with no face points a gun at us and says, 'Now you're going to die'. At that point I always wake up sweating and my heart pounding. It scares me. May finally arrived and I took Mark to my favorite picnic spot. It is a secluded beach on Saginaw Bay. It's a great place for Mark and me to get some privacy. The shoreline is curved and you can see for miles. It's surrounded by bushes, which gives us some privacy. It's also a mile walk from the road. We strip down to our shorts and work on our tans. Putting on the suntan lotion is lots of fun. The next weekend we planned on going again when Dad pulled us aside. "Sam called, Mark, and he said that he wants you to wear a wire if you go to the beach." "How can he work on his tan if he is wearin' a wire, Dad?" "I haven't had a wire on in months, Papa Greg. Why is Sam all of a sudden concerned?" "It might be nothing, boys, but better safe than sorry. Sam thinks that you might have been followed last week. You can worry about your suntan another weekend." "Okay, I'll do that. I took my gun last weekend and I'll take it again." "Like I said, boys, it's probably nothing but Sam wants to keep an eye on you." I was feeling a bit uneasy but Mark showed no fear and that put me at ease. We packed a lunch and headed out. "What do you think that was all about, Mark?" "Sam gets a bit overly protective sometimes. I'm sure it's nothing. We have had no problems in months." "I guess you're right. I just keep thinking about my dreams. Our spot does remind me of my dream." "Don't get weird on me now, Mike. Don't let your imagination run wild. Dreams aren't real." "I guess you're right, Mark. I just love you so much and I can't bear the thought of anything happening to you." We drove the rest of the way in silence. We could have stayed home. But being with Mark all this time has taught me to face my fears. We parked Mark's truck, gathered up our stuff, and started walking to our spot. It is a sunny day, about 68 degrees, without a cloud in the sky. It's still spring and the water is only like 45 degrees so there would be no swimming. We got to our spot and we laid out a blanket. I took off my shirt and we ate lunch. Mark and I laid on the blanket and fell asleep in each other's arms. The next thing I knew, someone was kicking my feet. I opened my eyes and looked up at the barrel of a gun pointed at me. It was the preacher's son from my old church, Pastor Simpson's son Brian. "Keep still. Get his gun. We got you now," Brian said. I looked around and there were three other guys with them, all seniors from our school. The Pastor's son and another both had hand guns. "I knew you two were both faggots. Only a faggot would stick up for another faggot. It doesn't matter anyway. We are going to kill both of you for what you did to Ed and the others. We have been planning this for months. We have a boat about to pull in. We are going to put a bullet in your heads and dump you out in the Bay with a cement block tied around you. No one will ever find out what happened to you, just like Jimmy Hoffa." I was scared shitless. Cool and calm Mark spoke. "This is a setup, guys. Put down your guns. You're under arrest for conspiracy to comment murder." Mark opened up his shirt and showed them the wire. "You see, I'm bugged. You aren't going to get away with anything. If you kill us you will spend the rest of your lives in jail. You're not going to get away with anything. Now do the smart thing and lay down the guns while you're still able to do it voluntarily." "You're full of shit, Adams. Nice try though, but I'm still going to kill you. Your daddy Greg has destroyed my dad's church. He has nowhere to go. For that alone you two deserve to die. You have destroyed God's work. I might spend the rest of my life in jail but you're going to spend all eternity in hell. See, here comes the boat now. Now you're going to die." I thought I was going to piss myself. Just then the other guy with a gun dropped it. "I can't do it, Brian. I don't want to spend the rest of my life in jail. If you're going to do this, you're going to have to do it yourself." Brian was even more pissed now. "You're either for me or against me. Pick up that gun or you'll join them." "Don't you see how crazy you sound, Brian? I have done nothing to you and now you're threatening to kill me. Forget it, Brian, these two faggots aren't worth spending the rest of your life in jail for." "He's just bluffing. He is too far away for the wire to work. If you don't have the balls to do this, I'll do it myself." With that Brian pointed the gun at me and pulled back the hammer. The next thing I saw was Brian's head exploding. As if in slow motion, a halo of blood, brains, and bone flew from both sides of his head at once. About a half second later I heard the report of two shots almost on top of each other. Brian fell to the ground dead, missing most of his head. Mark quickly jumped up and grabbed the gun the other guy had dropped. He had the other three cuffed in no time and even took the guy in the boat into custody. I saw a helicopter land about a half-mile down the beach and then take back off. It went about a half-mile up the beach and landed again. Then it took back off and landed near us. Four men got out. Sam, two guys with high-powered rifles with huge scopes, and this old guy. I'd thought I recognized the old guy. They approached. "I know you, you're that Rudy guy from the TV show on the Island." "That's right, son. I was in charge of the Navy Seal team that Sam was in when he was in the Navy. We have been watching you two for months. Sam and I put together a team to keep an eye on you. We have been aware of this group for quite some time. We wondered when they were going to make their move. One of them followed you up here last week." Then he walked up to the guy who dropped the gun. "Son, dropping that gun was the smartest thing you ever did. One of those bullets that blew your friend's head off almost went into your head instead." "I don't know how to thank you, sir. You saved our lives," Mark said. "You don't need to thank me. You can however thank Sam and Mike's dad for hiring us. All I know is I'm finally going to get my million dollars for helping out some queer guy." "Well, this is the least that I can do." And Mark pulled Rudy into a huge hug. Rudy rolled his eyes and hugged Mark back. Then we both hugged Sam and each other. I started crying in Mark's arms. I guess it was all a bit much for me. Five were arrested for attempted murder and conspiracy to commit murder. There were the three at the beach, the one in the boat, and one in a car that had dropped them off and was going to pick them all up at the dock the boat came from. Brian Simpson was taken to the morgue. It was an open-and-shut case. The whole thing was both videotaped and the sound recorded. The Seal team were all deputies working for Sam, hired by my dad. We never had a clue that they were around. It WAS NOT the bullets that killed Brian Simpson. It was hate. And it was my Dad's, Mom's, Sam's, and Mark's unconditional LOVE that saved me. ********** Well, folks, that's it. This is how I planned on ending the story when I first started writing it. Anything beyond this point would be an anticlimax. I don't want to run this story into the ground. Thanks for your hundreds of e-mails. It kept me encouraged to write. A very, very special thanks to Ed for all his help, making my work readable. Without him I could not have completed this story. Thanks to David for letting me post this story to Nifty. Thanks to Wayne, Art, and Matt for e-mailing me after almost every chapter. And thanks to my boring job that gave me time to write. I have another writing project that I'm working on right now but it's not really a Nifty type of story. I might do a season two of My Bodyguard sometime down the road for all the fans of Mike and Mark, or perhaps a different story.