I was stalked by a dectective for over 4 years

This took place 20+ years ago, I was in my 20’s taking criminal justice at a local college. One of my classes can’t remember which required we pick a current criminal trial and study it, do a paper on it and give a speech. I picked a local murder trial in which I knew the brother of the accused. <br><br>He was a police officer and I knew he would help me with some of the facts of the case. <br><br>I would call him every week to see how things were going and what he could tell me. <br><br>Then I started to feel like someone was following me around. Everywhere. I would notice the same car/truck here and there when I was driving. So I started keeping a log of the plates. <br><br>One day, I was driving down a street and saw the car/truck following me. So I decided to pull up to the building they were parked at. The truck was driven by a man I had never met. He got out and started walking towards me. I locked my doors and rolled up my window. He started walking around my vehicle, I was terrified. I pulled up to him and can’t remember what I said but something like “Are you looking for someone? Then he said something like “you know why I’m looking for you. Stop calling my house!”<br><br>He was the brother and I was calling his house because I thought his wife answered. Come to find out it was his brother. His brother just thought I was dating his brother. <br><br>Turns out he was a detective. So he started getting my phone records. Then somehow he got my dad’s phone records. He just started calling my parents house. He would give me orders. Like you can’t go out, you can’t wear make up. <br><br>I was so scared. My dad was a hard man that didn’t let BS go on. I was so scared to tell him. But he did start to notice I was acting strange, I would turn down dates with my bf. So one day I told him everything. He was so mad. We were on the phone the next day with the local police and they did nothing. <br><br>Then he started showing up to the house. I was so scared. My dad said he would get a gun. One night my dad had enough. He peaked out the blinds and the detective was parked on our street. He had a rifle pointed at me and told me to go get in my car. I was crying, I didn’t want him to go to jail. But, he took me to my friends house. Then a week later. He went to his house. <br><br>My dad walked right up to his door and tapped it with the barrel of the shotgun. The detective came to the door. My dad shot the screen out and said “if you ever show up at my house again. I’ll kill you, and the first bullet will be through your pecker hole.”<br><br>He said the detective cried, he didn’t want to die etc. He never came around again. <br><br>But now I’m paranoid, always looking over my shoulder. What if he is still following me.