Followed

SAM

               I sat up in my bed. What was going on? There was a light switch next to my bed; I turned it on and gasped when I saw the scene in my bedroom: Tod was on the floor, and Daniel was, too. And then I saw Rodriguez standing there, frozen. He was holding two guns. We stared at each other for several seconds.

               "You killed them!" I screamed. He dropped the guns.

               "No, no, no! I didn't! See? No blood?" He lifted Daniel to confirm it.

               "What did you do?! Why did you have guns in the first place?! What are you guys doing in my house?!"

               "Wait! Shh! Stop! Please calm down. I can explain," he eased.

               "No! Either you tell me answers to all my questions, or I'm calling the cops!" I told him.

               "Okay. Fine. Tod is unconscious, and Daniel's in shock," he said.

               "That doesn't answer my other questions. Why did you have guns, and what are you doing in my house?"

               "I...I was trying to protect you. They were trying to steal from you," he told me.

               "You need guns to protect me?! Who even are you?! Some spy for the CIA?!" I was angry. Who was the lovely, sweet guy I once knew? He looked stunned at what I had just said. If he protected me without guns, I would've been more satisfied. I guess I should be mad at Tod and Daniel more. Finally, Tod woke up, and Daniel came out of shock.

               "Out!" I thundered and pointed to the door, to which they retreated. I turned to Rodriguez. "Rodriguez, we need to talk," I said. He sat down.

               "Yes, we do."