He was a stalker, a pervert and I held back with everything within me not to include the police in all his bullshit.
I needed to think far back about old times bit that can only happen if he can for a second have that same thought.
"I don't remember ever giving you any of my addresses, Derrick. What the fuck are you doing here?!" I yelled, holding my almost loosened towel well with my armpit.
"I wanted to see you, Caroline. I missed you. Can't a friend miss his friend?"
I glared at him uncertain of what in particular I was to say or do. Today wasn't really a strength-filled day for me and I wasn't ready to continue the day with a brouhaha.
If Richard said he was going to be here, he was definitely going to be here in a bit, regardless of the 2 hours journey distance.
"You should leave," I retorted as I was about to shut the door to his face and walk back to my room.
