Michael resently moved in the house next to yours. Michael was a single dad who had a little daughter. His daughter Emily was one of your new dance student at your dance curse. The little girl was filled with energy and loved to dance. She was always ready to learn new moves and if she didn't get one right she would try until she got it. Even if his secdule was busy Michael came every time his daughter had a competition. He was the perfect caring father and always there for Emily.

You and Michael often talked a little bit after Emily's practice.

There was some kind of chemistry between Michael and you. One night there was a heavy thunderstorm.

Thunderstorms didn't scare you but something was scratching against the door that night and out of fear you called the first number in your phone without looking. Even though your a grown men

After a few rings Michael picked up.

"Hey, everything okay?" he asked. "N...nn...no something is scratching at my door ...", you couldn't keep your voice steady. You hear the call cuts and the line goes dead. After a few moments Michael stood at your door. Just at you open it Michael picks you up closes the door and walks over to his house. "What are you doing??", you ask.

"I am taking you to my place cause I can't protect both of my most important people in my life in two different houses".