Don't leave me alone

Welcome home

Hey guys! I'm back! Long time no see right. So I'm feeling so much better after everything that has happened. And you guys helped me out some. Okay not some. A Whole Lot!! I want to thank you guys for the support! It meant a lot to me. And I want to give a big thanks to the twins (Gavin and nowNeko) for updating while I was gone. So thanks again everyone.

John's Pov-

        I walked onto the front steps. This was my home. The place I grew up, according to Dave. I pushed the door open. "Is anyone here? Hello?" I closed the door behind me. I placed my bag on the floor. "Dad?" I called out. There wasn't an answer. Was no one here? Hm? I walked to the sofa that was along a small wall next to the stairs. I pressed my hand against the sofa. It felt soft under my fingertips. I continued to feel the sofa until I heard the door open. I jumped and quickly turned to the door. Standing in the doorway was a man in his late thirties early fourties. He was wearing a white hat, and thin white glasses. He was a wearing a white dress shirt with a blue-black tie and white pants. Was he addicted to the color white? He took a few more steps inside the house to close the door. "John, you're back already?" I nodded slowly not sure of who this man was. "I've missed you son." Dad? I didn't hesitate. I flung myself at him, almost tripping over the coffee table. I crumpled into his body. I don't know how or why, but I remember this. I remember hugging my dad. I remember the way he told me he was proud of me. All these memories all came flowing through my brain as my dad patted me on the back. "Welcome home son.