Fifteen

Fifteen.4

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We walked in silence for about twenty minutes until we reached a clearing.

"Toby, wha.."

"Shhhh." He cut me off.

He was staring at something. Something that I couldn't see until I squinted.

"Holy crap." I muttered. "I should not be able to see that far."

"Shh." Toby whispers distractedly.

I looked up at his face. Man I missed him. His voice had deepened since the last time that I've seen him and everything about him just seems...hotter.

That's when I felt a pull. An urgent tug and I wasn't sure where it was coming from. It felt like something had awakened inside of me. I could feel my face light up as I looked for the source. I could feel Toby's eyes on me as I took a step out into the clearing, wondering if he was going to stop me. I looked back at him. There was a forced smile plastered on his face, a look that I know all to well. I so desperatley wanted to ask him what was wrong, but my insides told me that I didn't want to do that. I just wanted to find one specific person; Jake.

I squint again into the clearing, trying to make sense of things. Why does the thought of just being near Jake thrill me? I want Toby. My insides jurked forward at that thought. Apparentley they don't want Toby. "You don't either," a voice said inside of my head. Oh God...what have I gotten myself into.

I squint again, concentrating this time. I see a...a house! Jake is in that house, my gut was telling me.

"Well, there is only one thing left to do," I thought.

I took off. I could feel Toby's presence right behind me.

"I don't need a body guard!" I shouted inside of my head, to mostly myself.

"Yes, you do." Toby's voice bounced around inside of my head.

If I hadn't been going around forty miles per hour I would've slammed on my breaks and looked Toby in the eye and asked him how he had done that.

"Magic," I could hear him smirk.

Does that mean he was in my head when I was thinking about Ja...

"Yes." He said, not so happily.

"Oh gosh...I am soooo sorry Toby." I thought.

"No need to be." He thought back. "I've been getting myself prepared for awhile now."

But before I could ask him what he ment by that, we had reached the house and I automatically knew that something was wrong. I then slammed on my breaks, right before I would've slammed into the screen door into the house. I look back at Toby, wanting to know what was going on but he just had a smirk on my face.

"Good, I'm glad you are enjoying this." I thought sarcastically.

He laughed rather loudly and then his face turned serious.

"Okay," He said. "Rule number one, don't talk inside of your head when we aren't running. Clowder rules."

I laughed at the word clowder, and he did too.

"God. I forgot how contagious your laugh is." He said, still smiling.

I smiled back at him, then turned back to the screen door. I grabbed the handle and twisted, but it was locked. I knew that I had to get into the house, and I wasn't even sure why. I just had to.

"If this is someones house, I am seriously sorry." I mumbled.

I took out my...claws? and sliced a thin line down the screen. I unlocked it from the inside and shoved the rest of the flimsy screen door away. I then tried the handle to the wooden door. It was also locked.

"You've got to be kidding me." I cried out.

Before I had second thoughts, I plunged my hand through the wood and cried out in pain. I could actually feel Toby smirking behind me this time.

I turned around to see his actual reaction. His smirk had faded into what seems to be an annoyed face.

"Don't do more damage then you actually have to." He...coached?

At least I had done what I wanted. I slipped my hand through the hole that my hand had made and also unlocked it from the inside. I swung the door open and looked around. It had opened up into a nice little kitchen. I gingerley stepped inside of the house and looked around the corner. There was a little hallway on one side and a wide living room area on the right side.

"Jake is here." My insides told me. They were really starting to creep me out.

"I know, I know." I said outloud. Yup...officially going crazy.

I made my way down the small hallway and rounded a corner. I stepped into a small room, passing the doorway where a door was supposed to be. This little room was supposed to be a bedroom, I could tell. It wasn't anymore though. The room was a bare, white area with no furniture (with the exception of a computer) in it. I heard a commotion in the closet to my left and went to open it. My hands started to vibrate again so I quickly pulled the door open to find Jake sitting in the middle of a bare closet, tied up to a chair with duck tape over his mouth.

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