The motel your dad took you was the most crappiest you’ve ever seen. The only positive thing about was the pool. A lot was on your mind, specially since the death of your mother.

You swam rounds in the pool, eliminating all thoughts or emotions. Once you exited to grab your towel, you see a man he stared at you, a cigarette on his mouth and he chuckled lowly.

“Didn’t your daddy ever tell you to not do this?”’ His voice was low and smooth, his eyes roaming over your body as he stepped closer.