Craving My Dad's Best Friend

rying to locate the cabin I'm supposed to be going to. Wherever I am right now is empty. No houses, nothing and the wifi con

regret the idea of coming here for summer. Not only that Pete, my douchebag of a boyfri

I glanced over at the direction signal on my phone and realised

ld, small but comfortable enough to accommodate my parents and I. I can't believe I will lose my way coming down here. It's been ten years but nothing has changed. We stopped coming here for summer after mom passed aw

ming. He said he would be here tomorrow and asked me to stay by myself for the night. I

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. I wonder if he changed cars within that little time. A smile crept u

t's dark, quiet inside and the smell of lasagna fills my nostrils making my stomach grumble, reminding me that I haven't

t, priorities. I had to use the bathroom three hours ago. I pulled off my sweater leaving me only in my armless shirt and d

room door, I freeze. My feet com

an standing there with his back to me, half-naked, with only a

ne is here" I gasp and slam the door between