Toby's birthday is a week away, but he hasn't gone back to school. We brought a doctor on our payroll in to take test and things just to say, "Toby should stay home for a while" and leave. I've been home schooling Toby of course and he's been feeding off me like we agreed but things seem to be getting more…intimate each time. Not that I- never mind.
I pulled up to Toby's house and my heart began to pound seeing the front door open. I pulled my gun as I walked inside and found Toby hunched in a corner holding his knees burying his face in them as he twitched violently. "Toby?" his head shot up and his eyes were red, and his fangs were out blood stained his lips. He looked at me terrified. "What happened Toby?"
"H-he came to the door and told me if I didn't let him in he'd shoot me… there were some neighborhood kids playing nearby I didn't want them to see so I let him in…"
"Who Toby who?"
"Dad…when he found out mom wasn't home he said I had to call her home but…when I refused…he shot me." Toby moved his arms and revealed a large scar on his stomach where his black t-shirt had a big bloody hole in the center. "Oh god…where is he."
"Hell…where he belongs."
"Toby!" his glazed over eyes darted to me. "J-just stay here." He gave a weak half nod and I ran to the kitchen where I found Nathaniel Rogers lying dead a look of terror and pain on his face. Terror...from Toby.
I ran back out Toby worried about him now more than ever. "Toby I'll fix-." But he was gone in his place a note that just read "Sorry"
"So, Tina? How'd your history test go today?"
"93% dad!"
"That's my girl!" My mom said smiling at me from across the table. "How was work today mom?"
"The usual boring stuff, doing people's taxes and things." We all turned hearing a knock on the door. My mother stood excusing herself to answer the door. She made it half way through a hello when a loud crack followed by a thud erupted from the hall and a man came in. His face was covered with a bandana and orange goggles with his hood up. He threw a hatchet at my father planting it in his head before turning to me. He walked over to me and placed a hand on my mouth to stop my screaming. "I'm not going to kill you dear. You father has been raping women who work at his office and your mother knew about it. She did not care, she was far too busy shorting people on their tax returns causing them to go bankrupt and some of them to take their own lives and the lives of their loved ones. I am sorry that you are on your own now, but I can't have you call the police till I'm done here." He pulled down his bandanna revealing fangs peeking out from under his lips. "Don't bother telling anyone about this part it won't leave a visible mark, and everyone will think I'm a monster you created from your trauma." He turned my head to the side and unhinged his jaw to bite into my neck but still refusing to let me scream.