Once Bitten

Part Three

We heard noises at the front door, I scooted closer and closer to the wall as Chris got up. He slowly made his way to the door and looked out the peep hole. He turned back to me, "It's my dad." He hurried to open the door. I still didn't move from my spot on the floor and just whispered to myself shaking my head, "this isn't a good idea." Chris helped his dad to his bed he was in obvious pain. After a few minutes I walked to his dads room and saw Chris sitting beside him on the bed trying to give him water. "Babe, he doesn't look so good." I said lowly "I know.." his dad turned his head towards me "there was a lady sitting.. alone. She looked ill.. and as if she needed some help, when I approached her.. she lunged at me and.. bit me." He moved his hand from his arm revealing a deep wound. "I want to go home." I quickly walked away and grabbed the house phone crying. I dialed my mom's cell. It rang for awhile, "Mae?!" "Mom, I want to come home. Please come get me, I'm scared.." "Calm down, sweetie. I'm going to come get you but don't you come outside till you see my car in the driveway." Then she started to hesitate a little, "is uh.. is Chris okay?" "Yes, but his dad isn't." "Was he bitten?" "Yes." "I'm on my way.." then she hung up. I walked back to the room and Chris was in tears. "He's dead.." I went and grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the room. I locked the door from the inside, got out and slammed it shut. "Mae! What're you doing?!" "Chris, did you not listen to anything they said on the TV?" He just looked down and covered his face, "I didn't want to believe it.." "my mom is on her way, we can go with her it'll be safer.." I wrapped my arms around him for comfort. About ten minutes later she called letting us know she was here. I peeked out the window and saw her waiting there with my dad in the front seat and little sister in the back. We opened the door and ran out we got in the back and locked the doors. I was quick to hug my mom and dad we all had tears in our eyes. I sat back and Chris held my hand. My dad turned his head back, "buckle up."