The Metalheads

I realized then what we had to do next. We needed to warn other people. We needed to get others to help us fight them. But first, I wanted to know what they wanted with me in particular.

"What do they want from me?" I asked, not realizing I was thinking out loud. Andy looked up, confused.

"Who?"

"The only people trying to kill us, silly," I reminded him.

He smirked. He knew I loved messing with him.

He thought about my question, then shrugged. "I have no idea. Maybe your dad wants to get back at you for something, and he got them to help him?"

I thought hard about what he suggested. Had I done something to my dad that I had forgotten about? I didn't remember doing anything bad to him. It just bugged me that I didn't know what he had against me.

"Or...you said something about him being brainwashed while he was captured," Andy recapped.
I did remember saying that. "Maybe that's it, but I just feel like there's more to it," I said.

I still couldn't believe it. My own dad, turned against me. He was all I had left of my small family.

He was the only connection I had to my mom.

We both shrugged. Neither one of us could explain it.

Andy's phone rang three times, and he pulled it out of his pocket to answer it.

"Hello? Yes mom, I'm still at her house," he jokingly rolled his eyes as he talked to his mom. I giggled. He hung up after a few minutes then turned to me.

"Mom says I have to come home now," he said with a pouty face.

I just laughed as I pulled him into a long hug. He buried his face in my shoulder and squeezed me tight, like he always did. We stood motionless in each other's arms for a few minutes, embracing the moment. Forgetting that he had to leave, Andy kissed me before pulling away.

I watched him go as he left my house. I didn't realize how much I had fallen for him until now. I loved him more than I ever thought I would. We had been through so much in just a short time. I couldn't even imagine what my life would be like without him.
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I woke up at about 1 am to the sound of my front door opening. Preparing for the worst, I got out of bed and slowly opened my bedroom door and crept out into the hall.

My dad stepped into the front door, set his keys down, and sighed. I watched him as he walked through the house as if nothing was wrong. Unsure of whether I should confront him or not, I waited. He slumped into his room and turned on the tv. This was my chance.

I slowly tiptoed down the stairs and to his bedroom door. I could hear him snoring already as I peeked in the door. As I watched him sleep, I decided that now was not the time, and left him alone in the dark. I would deal with him later.

Notes

@Andy'sPanda38 here. @Maddie has had trouble with internet connection lately, so she asked me to update for her. Here it is lovlies :)