On my run today.
Going hard, doing well.
And then…. BAM.
I got hit in the face by a BEE.
What the frick, nature!?!?
There was a thump, a grunt, and some more commotion coming from the entryway. The cop was silent, but Brody’s voice sounded frantic, “Who the hell are you?”
"Don’t worry," A new voice drifted from the hallway, and it was sickeningly familiar to Shelby. "We’ll have plenty of time to get acquainted later. But first, tell me… Is your lovely daughter home?" There was another thumping sound, and their father finally came into view as he fell backwards onto the floor with a yell. His eyes found his children, and his expression screamed one thing: Run.
"Daddy!" Shelby cried, trying to throw herself forward. Dean grabbed her around the waist to stop her just as Xander came into view. He observed them with a maniacal smile. Hanging from his hand was a gun, his finger poised menacingly on the trigger. Dean didn’t waste time. He didn’t want to leave his father behind, but his need to keep his sister safe was more demanding. With all of his strength, he pulled her backwards from the living room toward the library. "Dean, no! We have to help Daddy!"
Xander’s eyes twinkled as he stood over Brody, watching them leave. He held up the gun, waving it at them as they disappeared through the door.
"Good afternoon, Officer," Brody’s smooth voice came from the hallway once he pulled open the door. Shelby and Dean simultaneously exhaled with relief.
They heard someone step through the doorway, “Brody Andover?”
"That’s me," Brody said. "And I’m afraid you’re here for no reason. My kids are getting punked, and they called you guys before talking to me."
"Are you sure?" The other voice said. "We take threats pretty seriously, Mr. Andover, and from what I understand, you have some pretty dangerous acquaintances."
Brody sighed, “No one’s coming for me, and they aren’t my acquaintances anymore. It’s been over five years since I’ve spoken to anyone from that group. Like you said, they were dangerous people. If anyone was coming for me, they’d be here by now.” The twins heard the front door squeak as if it was opening wide again, “I assure you. We are in no need of the police.”
Shelby and Dean went to move forward, desperate not to let their father send away the police. Suddenly, they heard their father’s voice and it made Dean grab Shelby and stop her from going forward, “What the hell!?”
Brody lead them into the living room, shaking his head along the way, “My boss and I had an understanding, kids. He and his bosses agreed that they could trust me because I served time for them. I didn’t rat them out. I told them I wanted out, and they let me out. This isn’t the movies. No one’s coming after me. You two are just spooked, and whoever is spreading these lies needs to shut up.”
"Daddy, listen," Shelby said, stepping forward. "I know this Xander guy. I’ve met him before. He’s a really bad man. He hinted at the fact that he started the fire."
They had his full attention now. “Wait a damn minute,” He said, his voice angry. “Somebody told you that? What are you doing around people like this, Shelby? And why is this the first time I’m hearing about it?”
"It’s not her fault, Dad," Dean said quickly. "He—"
"I wasn’t sure," Shelby interrupted. "But what I’m sure of now is that he’s coming. There’s this guy named Landon, and he just got out of jail. He was bragging to one of my friends about how him and Xander are coming after you. They work for the same people that you used to work for, and they are coming, Daddy."
There was a knock on the door. “Sounds to me like somebody is messing with you,” Brody said, frowning. The twins both exchanged a look of frustration; their father was being stubborn, or he was just in denial. They watched as he began to walk towards the door, “We’ll explain to the police that it’s a misunderstanding.
"Daddy, wait!" Shelby said in a low voice. "What if that’s not the cops?"
Brody shook his head, entering the hallway, “For the last time. No one is coming for me.”
Shelby released her father, stepping backwards to look at him. He looked even more confused, “What old days? Like…” He trailed off, his eyebrows going up in understanding.
Dean nodded, finishing his thought, “Yeah. Like, your criminal days.”
"Man, I hate hearing a part of my life described like that," Brody groaned, shaking his head. "Um, Xander? No. The name doesn’t ring a bell." He paused, "Why? What is this about?"
Shelby had been biting her lip, and it was white from the pressure when she spoke, “There’s a bad man coming after you, Daddy. His name is Xander, and he’s looking to hurt you. We already called the police. They’re heading over.”
Brody’s eyebrows came together, “No one’s coming after me. You guys are overreacting to.. something. Who on earth made you two so scared?”
"We have good information," Dean replied quickly, needing to convince his father. "Someone who knows this Xander guy really well warned us. This is serious, Dad. This is real."
"Is everything alright?" Brody said as he rounded the corner, having just descended the stairs. He observed his children with concern, "You guys sound panicked."
Shelby threw herself forward, wrapping her arms around her father, “Daddy!”
"You’re okay," Dean said, sounding relieved despite trying to convince his sister that everything was okay.
Brody hugged his daughter in return, looking at his son with confusion, “Of course I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be okay?”
Shelby was silent, her small body quivering in her father’s hold. Dean sighed, “Dad, do you know anyone named Xander? From… your old days?”
Dean quickly pulled his car into the driveway, the tires sliding across the gravel as he came to a quick stop. He and Shelby simultaneously climbed out of the car, Shelby hanging up her phone and sliding it into her pocket, “They’re sending a police officer over to Landon’s and another over here. I told them everything I could about Xander, but without his last name they might have trouble pulling anything up.”
"I’ll feel better about all of this when the cops show up," Dean said, hurrying up the steps of the porch.
Shelby followed quickly behind him, “Why do you think this guy is after Daddy? I know he was in with a bad crowd, but he said it was all over. He said they wouldn’t bother him.”
Dean shrugged, hurrying towards the front door, “Maybe you can’t just walk away.” Reaching the door, Dean turned the knob. It was open, so the twins hurried inside. “Dad!” Dean called out into the hallway. There wasn’t an answer, and it sent panic into the twins instantly. “Dad!” He called louder.
Shelby was standing just behind him, clutching at his arm. “What if we’re too late?” She said in barely more than a whisper.
With the shake of his head, Dean did his best to put his sister at ease, “It’s a big house, Shel. Dad could be anywhere.”
My anxiety has been kicking my ass hard today.
there are three levels to tumblr friendships:
1. super nice messages
2. slightly wierd messages
3. messages with the entirety of bohemian rhapsody lyrics and messages at 4am saying things like “what if you woke up and u were a chicken”
Oh damn. That is such a hard question!!! My original bias was Luhan. I just fell in love with him right away. But now that I’ve gotten to know the group more, it’s hard. It would probably be Luhan, Kris, Tao, or Sehun.. But I am literally obsessed with almost all of them.