Dark Trade

"We gotta lay low for a while Cat." He put the car in ignition. "These guys...they're not normal. They ain't like us." Dad pulls out of the driveway.

"What do you mean they're not like us?" I asked buckling my seatbelt. My father laid back in his seat, trying his best to relax as he drove. "They ain't human." He rubbed his chin, and placed his hand back on the wheel.

I wasn't sure what kinda shit daddy went and got us into this time, but I was sure that something had him scared like a turkey in November; I just didn't know what it was.