Creating My Dreams•A BYE Fanfic

Chapter 45

Sam's POV:

I seriously hate this Mr. Smith guy. He's creepy. That's a good enough reason for me.

But really. I don't trust him. I don't know where andrew gets the idea that we can. I mean see what he's done? He's takes two of my best friends (supposedly) and were about to go in there with a gun! A gun! Everything is because of him.

I follow Andrew and Connor up to the house and, which is surprising, I'm even more scared than when I went back to the house alone. I grab Toby's hand and I don't let go. He's the only thing that gives me assurance that something might turn out right.

At the house, we don't go to the front door, we go to the back. I don't ask why, they've been here before. Which I absolutely cannot believe. How can they just come inside this house without being terrified and practically interrogate a guy. Just kidding... That's what were doing now. And I'm a part of it.

Once we walk past the fence, we walk into the backyard and straight onto the porch. Andrew doesn't hesitate at all. He knocks on the wooden door and it makes a hollow noise and it scares me even more.

"Mr. Smith!" Andrew yells and I jump. Toby turns to me surprised at first but then is concerned. I can tell he's scared too. I guess the realization that his brother is probably in there just hit him. He squeezes my hand tightly for reassurance.

"Mr. Smith! Can we talk to you?" Andrew yells knocking on the door again.

The door suddenly flies open and reveals a tall, stocky old guy with grey hair. But just cause his hair is grey doesn't mean his not terrifying to me. He carries a hunting rifle in both hands and with his face, I wouldn't be surprised if he were to use it.

"What do you want? I told you to stay away! I've answered all of your questions!" He yells.

"I know sir, but-"

"But what? You can listen to someone when he tells you something?"

"No. Sir-"

"Stop." Andrew stops. He doesn't say anything and neither does he. Mr. Smith looks to the left of him and I see the slight raise of his eyebrow and the bow of his head. Something must be up...

For the first time in years I hear the guy speak softly. "I will give you two minutes to ask your questions. No more. Then you are to leave and you are to not come back. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Mr. Smith." Andrew tells him.

"I said do I make myself clear?!" He looks over Andrews shoulder and Connor, Toby, and I.

"Yes." Connor and Toby says. I move my lips and shake my head yes, but nothing comes out.

"Oh we got a quiet one don't we?" He says looking right through me. "Oh and please dear, when you do decide to talk, tell me of this love story of yours." He looks at my hand with Toby's and I get the chills.

I'm frozen in place and I'm sure my face is plastered with fear. Toby pulling on my hand to take us inside brings me back to reality.

We walk through a narrow hallway that opens up into a small, plain living room. The walls are a dirty white and the only sitting place is a long brown couch and a stool. Mr.Smith grabs the stool and takes a seat, playing with his gun.

"Sit." And we sit. The couch is comfortable, believe me. But there's no way I'm sitting back for one second in a place like this. None of us do. We all sit up straight, our backs not even against the couch.

"What is it then?"

"Well, we were wondering-"

"When this will end. Well I told you son, last time you were here. It all depends."

"I know. But thats not why were here."

"Well then what is it? Your losing precious time." He says looking at the ticking clock on the wall.

"Sir, where is everyone? Why isn't anybody out? I, I mean we, feel like were the only ones out."

"Well could be cuz they're all hiding. With all that's going on, theft and robbery will be higher than ever. But you probably know that. Your smart. Harvard."

I know what he's talking about but could he be hinting? Hinting that we in fact know that there's theft because Riley and Grace are gone?

"Yes sir. I just thought there'd be another reason. It-" Andrews cut off by a door closing loudly from done the hall. We all look over but I look back to see Mr. Smith in an uncomfortable zone.

A man walks in, a strong man. He let's a deep breath out before noticing that anyone's here. He stops and looks over at Smith. "Sorry, uh... Sir. Didn't know we had company." Sir? Really? That's what your going with?

"They were just leaving. Their time for discussion is up and I'm afraid they didn't use it too wisely..." He stands up and points the barrel of the gun at us. His finger isn't anywhere near the trigger but we get up and follow his orders.

"Now don't come back you hear?" We tell him yes and as we step off of the patio he says, "and Andrew, don't you ever bring a gun in my place again. That's bound for trouble."

We all freeze and none of us say anything. Mr. Smith goes back inside and were left to ourselves once again.

"How did he know...?" Andrew asks, his voice high and concerned.

"Who cares, we don't know where Riley and Grace are. All that accomplished was proving that I hate him. A lot." I tell Andrew. "What are we supposed to do now?" Now that our one hope of finding them is gone, we have no idea what to do.

"Get out of here first. But please tell me I wasn't the only one who realized his strangeness..." Connor says.

"Yeah... And that guy? Is Smith his boss or something?" Says Andrew.

"And before we went inside he looked to his left. It looked like he was telling someone something." Toby says.

"Guys, I know its crazy, but I seriously think they're down there. He couldn't have done it alone. And that guy, and the curtains, and the signaling..." Andrew brings up.

We keep walking, each of us weighing our possibilities. I, personally, am lost. I don't know what to think anymore. I might as well be imagining things.

Like the curtains opening.

Like seeing two figures.

Like them trying to get out.

I guess I'm not...