Creating My Dreams•A BYE Fanfic

Chapter 37

Toby's POV:

I decide to go and help Andrew with whatever he needs. I don't know what it is, but it will get my mind off of leaving.

I grab my shoes and coat and take a seat to slip them on. I hope that whatever I'm doing doesn't include running and fighting for my life like times before. Maybe instead we'll find out something useful.

I stand, but just as I'm about to leave I hear, "where you going?" I turn and see Sam.

"I don't know. I'm helping Andrew with something."

"Be careful." I see her pained face. She's probably thinking of all the bad things that could happen.

"I will." I take a step forward and wrap an arm around her. Then, bending down, I leave a soft kiss on her forehead. "I'll be back soon." Then before she can stop me, or I can stop myself, I turn and head out the door.

I find Andrew, Connor, and Riley on the still unshoveled driveway. "Okay. So the neighbor over there," Andrew says pointing to a house half a mile away, "works for the government. He's an older guy so I don't know how he's been holding up so I thought we'd go check on him. Plus he might know what's going on." He turns and starts walking and we follow.

"So we aren't really doing anything?" Connor asks.

"No. I just told the girls that because I don't want them to worry. This guy freaks them out for some reason."

"Okay."

"And I just brought you guys so I don't die alone."

"God who is this guy?" Riley asks.

"I don't know. He's always either in his house or away on business trips. No one ever sees him but I know him better than anybody so he's not that bad to me. But you'll soon what I mean when I say he's different." Andrew says.

We walk for another few minutes before we reach his driveway, also still unshoveled. When we get to the doorstep, Andrew rings the doorbell. We hear the ring, but nothing moves inside. We wait a few minutes but still nothing happens.

"Let's go around to the back. I sometimes went in that way." Andrew says. We follow him around the back of the house and up a path leading to the back porch. Andrew knocks on the door, but again nothing happens.

We can't see anything inside the house. Everything is pitch black. We can only see as far as the doormat on the inside of the doorway. A couple seconds after knocking on the door, a massive, mutt looking dog with drool pouring out of its teeth bered mouth jumps up on the door, its claws scratching at the glass.

We all jump and back away startled. "Shoot! I forgot about him." Andrew says. He walks toward the door again and the dog goes even crazier. "I don't know how wer-" he starts.

Before he can finish, a man appears at the door with a gun. He doesn't look angry. He doesn't look happy. His face is plain but serious. He just stands, centimeters from the door,staring at us. I want to run, but I'm frozen.

Andrew waves as a friendly gesture. "Hi, Mr. Smith. Can we talk to you?"

We can barely hear him through the door, but I don't need to. I can read his lips perfectly when he says,"no."

"Sir, this is important. Please, sir." Andrew begs. The man stares at us, considering his options. Then he turns to his dog, still barking, says something, and immediately it stops and sits patiently.

He opens the door and says, "come on in then." When I walk through the door, I keep my eyes on the door. Its intimidating. The way the dog just sits there staring at us. Then it follows us through the house as we make our way to a small living room.