Despite your best efforts to convince your father not to stay at this Motel, you still end up grabbing a room for the night, an obvious scowl on your face as your brother pats you on your back.

"It is only for tonight, get that look off your face." Your father said to you as he opened the Motel room door, your brother following closely behind him as you grabbed your bag from the motorhome and looked around, noticing a pool across the side of the Motel.

When you entered the Motel room, you chucked your bag down and grabbed your bikini, going into the bathroom and putting it on, a towel wrapped around your waist as you came out the bathroom.

"I'm going to the pool." You said to nobody as your father was asleep on the bed and your brother was practicing his guitar, his headphones too loud to hear you.

Your hair was wet from the pool as you walked back towards your Motel room, wrapping your towel around your waist before you opened the door, two guns being pointed at your head instantly before one of the men grabbed you and shut the door, holding you up against him with the gun to your head.

"Richie, stop that!" The man infront said as the man holding onto you stopped twirling your hair and steadied the gun.

"I saw your motorhome out there.. you're gonna get us over the border." The first man said as he pointed the gun at your father.

"Lets go!" He shouted as he pulled your father up, pushing him out the door and towards the motorhome.

Now here you are, sat in the back of the motorhome with your brother as Richie stared at you, your father driving as the other man, Seth, sat with him, his back towards the road.

When you reached the border, Seth pulled you and Richie into the bathroom, Richie holding you against his chest as he moved his hand up and down your arm. Seth noticed this and rolled his eyes, balling his hand into a fist and punching his brother straight in the face, knocking him out as he slumped down against the shower wall.

"Thank you." You said to him as he nodded.