Gasping, I sat back in the car, my door having been slammed a second earlier as we sped away.
I looked at the driver. A man of about forty. I knew I was in trouble. Knew I had to go home. Knew it was getting late. Knew my parents would be furious with me.
Knew that I was in a car with a man I didn't know. A complete stranger.
I had broken more unspoken rules and ignored more no duhs that I cared to name...
Or to even think about.
But contrary to what was expected, my driver didn't pull over and try to rape me or anything.
As a matter of fact, he didn't say anything. The whole time.
I said to him in the beginning, "Did you see that?"
And he said nothing. We spent the rest of the ride silently. Me nervous and akward. Him looking focused and fearful. His eyes were narrowed almost angrily and his jaw was tight.
Strange though. He must have seen it! I had caught a definite look of recognition coming from this guy when I'd first hopped into his car.
What was going on?
He didn't even have to ask me where to drop me off. He just knew. He just freaking knew. Just like that.
He dropped me off at my house at aobut six p.m. He went in to talk to my parents, who ran out and hugged me worriedly at first. Then my mom took me upstairs and tucked me into bed. I saw my father and the man nod to eachother as my mom was pushing me up the stairs up to my room. They knew eachother...
When my dad came up later and I tried to tell him about what had happened, he merely said, "No sweetie, that was just a hallucination." when I'd tried to tell him about what I'd seen.
"But dad-"
"No honey. You're sick."
"Yes sweetie." My mother said, putting her hands to my forehead and cheeks, which were still warm, from me running of course! "You're very, very sick."
"But mom, dad, I-"
"Go to sleep honey, you need rest." My mom insisted softly, smiling caringly.
No way. I thought, as they turned the lights out. It couldn't be.
They knew. They knew what he was! They knew what it was I'd seen! And they weren't telling me. I knew they knew because of the tight lipped, tight jawed look I'd seen on my dad's face when I told him about the creature who'd chased me.
I lie there crying that night.
What was going on?
And why wouldn't they tell me?