The Deviants

Confusion

After A long while I had grown cold and tired.

"I'll see you soon" I whispered towards the dark grey stone. I kissed my fingers and placed them on the cold surface.

The only light that could be seen was the old dim streetlights, and the quick flashes of headlights as the cars pass.

Finally I rounded the corner to my street seeing the lights from my house in the distance. That house seemed so welcoming from far away. All of the cars parked in the drive way giving the elision of a big happy family.

The red tale lights of a car flashed as a car went slowly down the street. The car neared the end of my drive way and turned in. I have never seen this car before who is that.

It was a black SUV, with windows so tinted that I couldn't even see who was driving. I was drawn away by the patter of feet on the front steps. Quickly I crouched behind the rose bushes of the neighbors a few houses down.

This house has been empty for a little while but apparently someone moved in while I was gone considering the car in the driveway.

Hopefully my neighbors don't look out their windows because that would be real awkward.

Then came my out my father who had his work attire still neatly ironed with not a single wrinkle after a long day of work.

As my dad approached the car he seemed to scan the area around him. His eyes danced from house to house zeroing in on any movement that could be a by stander.

Why is he acting so cautious?

He almost looks on edge.

Maybe it is someone for his work.

Never in all my years have I met anyone that my dad had worked with. Only his best friend Tom has been introduced to our family. He has worked with my dad for as long as I can remember.

But he wouldn't be driving this nice of a vehicle. Tom drives an old beat up Ford truck that barely runs.

Then who is that?

My dad's hand reached for the handle of the door ready to swing it open.

"Hmh" someone clears their throat behind me causing me to jump up and earn a few scratches along my arms.

There my neighbor stood with their arms crossed. He was tan and had darker hair that fell right at his jaw line. He had chocolate brown eyed and a scar on his upper lip. He was towering over me with great height as I sat there like an idiot.

He looked from me to the rose bush with a questioning look.

"Oh hey there." I said in a happy tone with an awkward wave.

"What are you doing?" He said as he folded his muscular arms over his chest. I'm not gonna lie he's pretty easy on the eyes.

"Me?" I fake laugh and gesture toward the half dead flowers that look like they haven't been tended to in months.

"Just stopping and admiring how beautiful your flowers are." We both turned toward the barely visible flowers that were being drowned in weeds.

Well if this couldn't get anymore awkward.

I wish the ground would swallow me whole

"Well I love what you have done with the place. Got to go." I mumbled as I ran off.

But as I turned around I tripped over the ledge of the side walk.

At that moment I accepted the complete humiliation and prepared for the impact of the concrete.

A large hand grasped my wrist and pulled me back to a balanced position.

"Be careful." He said and without another word turned around and walked back into his house.

The house seemed so empty as if no one lives there.

"Franny!?" I heard my name yelled from a distance.

Oh shit. I squeezed my eyes shut and squeezed my fists before I turned around. I forgot I was supposed to be watching my dad.

I plastered on a smile on my face that could only be seen as fake.

"Hey dad." I said as calmly as I could. My dad had seemed frazzled as he shut the car door behind him.

I tried to get a glimpse of the driver but no such luck.

Without a response he walked over with a stoic look on his face.

This is the look that he had whenever we were little and had done something to piss him or mom off. It never ended well.

"What are you doing over here?" He rushed out before quickly glancing over his shoulder to make sure who ever was in the car was still there.

Why was he acting so strange?

Just as I was about to respond a loud horn rung through the air. Causing me and my dad to whip or heads toward the suv that was still parked in front of the house.

"Who is that?" I couldn't help but let the question burst from my lips.

He sighed and grabbed my arm allowing his fingers to curl into my skin.

As he drug me across the yard in a rush and don't say anything let alone my intense stare toward the side of his face.

"Dad?!" I  exclaimed as I ripped my arm from his grasp.

"Did you not hear m-" I tried to ask but before I could finish my dad turned toward me but not exactly looking me in the eyes.

"You need to go inside and don't ever go back over to that house." He stated while balling his fists.

What is going on? He seems almost nervous but there was an emotion behind his eyes that I couldn't quite pin point.

Almost as if he saw the questions about to spew from my lips his eyes softened and focused on my eyes.

"Look I have to go sweetie" he said as if his whole demeanor switched in seconds. My eyebrows creased in confusion as I looked back at the suv that was over his shoulder.

Who ever is in there is causing my dad to act like this. But the question is who? Why?

As if he was begging, my dad placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Your mom is making dinner why don't you go in and help. I'll be back soon. you better  save me dessert." And with that he gave me a sad smile and a kiss on the cheek.

And before I could ask anything else he turned around and walked toward the car.

What the hell just happened?